Incubus Among Us #5: Demon Paranormal Romance

By Mac Flynn

Liz Monroe finds herself unpleasantly popular among her enemies. The men in black return to purify her, and her evil boss conspires to jail her. To make matters worse she can’t control the lust she feels for the male of the species, and a practice run with a borrowed young male turns into a bruising knockout for her. Will her powers consume her, or will her enemies do her in first? Can she continue to resist David’s pleas for her to join him, or will she give herself to him and allow herself to fall into the sensual abyss of immortality

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9788826464374

Mac Flynn

A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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I went to bed, and the next morning I arose feeling better than ever. I sat up and stretched my arms. The sun shone brightly into my room and warmed me. That is, until I noticed that seated at the end of my bed was Mo doing his usual staring-unblinkingly-at-me act. I grinned and swept aside the covers so they flew over him. The sheets went through his body and plopped themselves on the bed beneath him.

I glared at him. That’s cheating, I scolded as I hopped out of bed.

Tactics isn’t cheating, he argued.

It’s cheating if you want some of my milk, I threatened him.

His tail twitched, as did his whiskers. You have a way with threats, he commented.

I slipped into my work clothes and grinned at him. I do, don’t I? Must be the succubus in me.

I swept from the room with Mo at my heels. You’re in a good mood today, he mused.

Probably because I feel great. It’s like all the stress is off my shoulders and I’m back to my old self again, I mused. I paused and glanced down at my enlarged breasts. Well, most of me is back to my old self.

No stretching sensations? he wondered.

I plopped myself at the kitchen table and he followed to seat himself on the table top. Nope. I paused and my narrowed eyes flickered to him. Why? Is that a bad sign?

He shrugged. That depends on what path of fate you intended to choose.

The one where I don’t die a horrible death, I told him as I dove into my bowl of cereal.

Then you’ve chosen David? he guessed.

I paused and glared at him over my dripping spoon. "I’ve chosen to have him help me figure out how to work this succubus thing."

Mo chuckled. I see, but I wonder if you do.

I see that I’m going to be late for work because I’m talking to a cat. I’ll see you later, I replied as I pushed my bowl to the side.

I hurried through a few odds and ends. I stuffed the doll into a bag for transport back to Magnus’ house, the locket was safely in my pocket, and I went to work feeling better than ever. The trip to work was uneventful, and I dared go into the elevator. The quarters were close, and the occupants were mostly men. I kept the doll far from my body for this experiment, and was relieved when the men didn’t even cast their eyes in my direction. I was the ugly duckling once more, and I puffed up my feathers in pride at the symbol of non-sexiness that I represented.

I stepped off the elevator feeling as light as a feather and as happy as a clam. The men ignored me as I swept through the halls and landed with a full twirl into my computer chair inside the sanctity of my cubicle. I tossed the bag with the doll onto the floor beside me and slumped down in my chair with a heavy, happy sigh.

I jumped up when Ann swung her head inside my cubicle and the rest of her remained in the hall. Good morning! she piped up.

Don’t do that! I scolded her.

She had a wide smile on her face as she stretched her neck so her head inched closer to me. My friend cupped her hand around her lips and lowered her voice. Do you really have a talking cat? she whispered.

My eyes narrowed and my jaw tightened. I’d been betrayed. Tiffany-

Told me? Yeah, but don’t blame her too much. I really pleaded to know what happened and she-well, she told me everything over the phone, Ann explained.

I cringed. Everything? I repeated.

Everything.

I groaned, clasped my hands on the top-back of my head, and lay my forehead on the desk. There went my perfect day. Just my luck I have the chattiest best friends in the world, I grumbled.

Ann looked around the office and slipped into my cubicle. She rubbed my shoulders. If it’s any consolation we both agreed not to tell anyone else, she told me.

I snorted. Yeah, great consolation. . . I muttered.

At least you have someone to talk to about your problems, she pointed out.

I sighed and lifted my head. Yeah, just when I’m getting them all handled. I glanced under my desk at the doll in the bag. Or I will after work today.

Ann followed my gaze and her eyes widened. Is that the doll? she whispered.

I nodded. Yep, the one and only little me.

She scrutinized my face. So are you-um, are you using it right now, or no more troubles? she wondered.

I shook my head. No more troubles. Actually, I don’t really feel all that uncontrollable today. It’s almost like me accepting David’s help kind of-I don’t know, kind of lifted all the emotional and sexual strain inside me.

Ann smiled a knowing smile. "Maybe it’s because you