Demon Wind

By Kay Wilde

“On a sultry southern night, beneath the full moon, the Demon Wind blows.”

It is said that on the night of a Demon Wind, Southern belles who don't stay inside will find themselves compromised, or even pregnant, with little memory of how they got to be in that state.

Jayden's beloved, yet overly superstitious grandmother hit her with that one about the time she reached puberty. As a result, Jayden wasn't at all surprised when she received a call from her grandmother warning to stay inside because the night was ripe for the Demon Wind to blow.

The Demon Wind was nothing more than an obscure local legend, and Jayden Parrish was rooted securely in reason and logic. She didn't believe in superstitions...

...until she awoke the following morning to find sand in her bed. Sand, and the memory of the most erotic dream she'd ever experienced. A dream in which she had made uninhibited, passionate love on the beach with a man who had come to her from the sea.

Was it a dream? A figment of her imagination? Or was it something else?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Nov 26, 2007
• ISBN: 9781906328535

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Demon Wind

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DEMON WIND

Kay Wilde

Chapter One

Jayden Parrish stood in front of the refrigerator with the door open as she smoothed the glass containing more ice than lemonade across her face and neck. The condensation from the glass dripped onto her chest and ran into the cleavage between her breasts. Growing up in the south, she should have been used to the sultry summer days but the extreme humidity sapped her energy, leaving her lethargic. The air felt so thick it was an effort to draw it into her lungs. If she didn’t feel honour bound to remain near the elderly grandmother who had raised her, Jayden would have moved to a less humid climate years ago. Her grandmother was the only person in her life that had always been there for her, the only person who had never let her down, and Jayden loved her dearly. As she saw it, putting up with bit of discomfort in the summer was a small price to pay for all the sacrifices her grandmother had made for her.

Hot and cranky, so at odds with her normally easygoing personality, the intrusive ringing of the telephone irritated the hell out of her. Reluctant to leave the coolest spot in her small beach cottage, Jayden closed the refrigerator door and went to the kitchen wall phone.

Hello, she answered.

I’m just checking to make sure you’re home dear, her grandmother explained. "The

weather is ripe for a Demon Wind tonight and I wanted to warn you to stay inside after dark."

Jayden rolled her eyes heavenward and prayed for patience. Her grandmother was the sweetest, most loving person in the world, and generous to a fault. She was also obsessively superstitious, a personality quirk which appeared to be growing worse with age.

I’m fine, Grams, Jayden responded. It’s hotter outside than inside and I have no desire to go anywhere.

That makes me feel better. You just stay inside and you’ll be okay.

That’s what I plan to do. I found the new mystery novel I’ve been looking for, so I’m going to turn in early and read in bed.

You promise? You’re not just humouring an eccentric old lady?

I promise, Grams. Jayden insisted. The relieved sigh on the other end of the line was unmistakable. While she might have been humouring her grandmother to ease her mind, Jayden also meant what she said. At the moment, she didn’t have the energy to do more than curl up with her book in the one air-conditioned room in the cottage.

Okay. I’ll let you go, but give me a call in the morning.

As soon as I get up, Jayden promised. Why don’t I pick you up around twelve-thirty, and maybe we’ll stop for a late lunch after your doctor’s appointment?

I’d like that, her grandmother answered, then added, I love you, Jay.

I love you too, Grams.

Demon Wind. Jayden’s grandmother hit her with that one about the time she reached puberty, claiming many a Southern Bell lost their virtue on a night of the Demon Wind. The Demon Wind warning was the least annoying superstition in her grandmother’s repertory. She only heard that one a couple of times each summer. Even as a young teen, it hadn’t taken Jayden long to figure out the old superstition was nothing more than a scare tactic designed to keep young girls from sneaking out at night.

With a rueful shake of her head and an indulgent chuckle, Jayden finished the lemonade in her glass and returned to the refrigerator for a refill before heading toward her bedroom.

The ancient window air conditioner groaned and sputtered as it struggled in vain to cool the small room. While the room wasn’t cool, it was decidedly less humid than the rest of the cottage. Slipping out of her sandals, she placed her glass on the bedside table next to the novel Jayden hoped she would find so engrossing that she’d forget about the oppressive heat.

Preparing to take a quick shower