Even Demons Get The Blues: Angels and Demons, #1

By Maree Anderson

When a Demon falls in love with a Human, there will be Hell to pay.... 

Rezon was the Demon King's lieutenant for four thousand years until he quit to join the Beguilers. And now Rez has been beguiled by Leisa, the tormented human woman who's captured his heart. When Leisa picks up one loser too many, Rez is provoked into whisking her off to his lair to show her what a real man can do for her. But Leisa's been tagged by a Destroyer and her soul is forfeit, and when she shatters Rez's defenses and bonds with him there will be Hell to pay. (Red Sage Alpha Male Novella Contest Finalist; Night Owl Reviews Top Pick; Romance Junkies Bookclub "Debut Title That Rocks") **Originally published in June 2009 by Red Sage Publishing (Warning: Contains graphic language and scenes more suited to adult readers.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maree Anderson
• Release date: Jul 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9780994116093

Maree Anderson

Maree Anderson writes paranormal romance, fantasy, and young adult books. She lives in beautiful New Zealand, home of hobbits, elves, and kiwis — both the fruit and the two-legged flightless variety. She's a bookworm, a chocoholic, a coffee-lover, and she has an extremely amusing cat named "Twink".Maree's first novel for young adults, the multi-award-winning Freaks of Greenfield High, was optioned for TV, and currently has over 2 million reads on Wattpad. Alas, Freaks didn't make it to the small screen, but it sure was a fun ride while it lasted. Readers will be please to know she is definitely planning on writing more books in her popular Freaks and Crystal Warriors series.

Book preview

Chapter One

Someone or something rapped imperiously at the door

What the fuck?

All Demons of his acquaintance sent a mental request before visiting. A very polite request, since all were well aware of the penalty Rezon would mete out to those who dared show disrespect. Only Naamah, supremely confident of her appeal, shimmered in without a by-your-leave. And even then, only when she was in heat and desperate to get laid.

Rez sent out a furtive surface probe, easing it through the protective wards he’d laid upon his apartment. The being outside was heavily shielded but seemed benign enough. And female….

Curiosity piqued, he sauntered toward the door and jerked it open.

Lucifer’s hairy balls. How the Hell had she found his lair?

The suave greeting he’d devised died unspoken. Sea-green eyes gazed at him. Those eyes were soul-weary and marred by anguish but glorious nonetheless. The burnished red-gold of her hair framed her delicate face like a halo. Her porcelain-pale skin seemed to gleam, beckoning him to touch, teasing him with the promise of silky softness.

In human male terms she was a walking wet dream. In fact, she was his dream.

Leisa?

Rezon.

Her voice swirled about him, raising the fine hairs on the nape of his neck, caressing bare skin like a lover’s breath. He sagged against the doorframe. How could she possibly know—?

May I come in?

Rez could only nod. And gaze spellbound as she undulated past him, the six-inch stiletto heels of her thigh-high boots leaving half-moon-shaped depressions in his parquet flooring.

She lowered herself onto one of the white leather settees and smiled at him. The strapless bodice of her black vinyl mini-dress strained against her breasts as she inhaled. Deeply.

If Rez had believed in miracles, he would have declared it miraculous her breasts didn’t pop out of her bodice altogether. The tight skirt rode up her smooth white thighs, giving him a magnificent view of her crotch. And the fact she wore no panties. Fuck.

Join me. She patted the cushion next to her.

He managed to get his shit together enough to form actual words. To what do I owe this pleasure, Leisa?

Pleasure. You must have read my mind. She pursed her lips and slowly inserted her forefinger, sucking it like a particularly delicious candy, daring him to pounce and have his dreadfully wicked way with her. Slipping the finger from her mouth, she rested it on her slick lower lip. I’m soooooo horny.

A strangled gasp escaped him. Hellfire. This was playing out exactly like one of his favorite X-rated fantasies. His cock rose to the occasion even as his rational brain struggled to make sense of the whole impossible scenario.

Pouting, Leisa peered up at him. Why are you so afraid of me, Rez?

I’m not afraid of you.

Liar. She settled back against the cushions, reclining full length and turning on her side to eye him in a hip-jutting pose worthy of a Playboy Bunny. It’s just sex, Rez, the giving and receiving of mutual pleasure—a great deal of mutual pleasure if the size of that bulge in your pants is anything to go by. What’s the problem? Don’t I turn you on anymore? She smiled—a flirtatious quirking of her lovely lips. Her gaze flicked to the huge mirror he’d fixed to his wall. Or have the hours I’ve spent performing for you been a waste of my time?

Well, shit. She knew he’d been watching her, invading her privacy. Lusting after her. And all this time she’d been playacting for him, her audience of one. The very idea turned him on even more. His cock twitched. Somehow, he managed to smother an agonized groan.

Leisa opened her arms to him, openly inviting. When her lips curved in a sweetly seductive smile, what was left of his heart shredded.

His cock hardened still more, rubbing uncomfortably against the zipper of his pants. He fought the impulse to grab her, stick his hand up that tight little skirt and squeeze her heart-shaped ass. He wanted to yank down that bodice, nip and suck the pale mounds of her breasts, lick his way down her belly. He wanted to throw her upon his white shag pile rug and fuck her till she begged for mercy.

Rez? Her voice had a little breathy catch to it. Her gaze dropped to fix on the bulge of his erect cock. The tip of her tongue moistened her lips and an expression of pure longing darkened her eyes.

She wanted him bad.

Despite the considerable risks, the urge to give her what she wanted pulsed beneath Rez’s skin, thickened his erection to painful proportions. Why not fuck her? It would certainly fulfill every one of his fantasies about her. And then some.

Her allure consumed him. He lunged, pressing her down against the soft leather of the settee, molding his hard, aching length to her softer welcoming curves.

Leisa reached between them, expertly dealing with the fly of his trousers, shoving her hand into the opening, squeezing him. He gazed down at her and—

The devilish glee in her eyes sat so awkwardly on her angelic face that Rez paused, lips poised above hers, body thrumming with the need to thrust and claim.

Comprehension bloomed in his besotted brain, dispelling the last vestiges of sexual thrall.

Her triumphant smile cracked, sliding into a beseeching plea.

Nostrils flaring, Rez inhaled a deep breath, testing the air. Clever puss, he murmured against her lips before rolling off her and retreating to the sanctuary of a chair. He waved his hand to purge the heady aroma of she-Demon on heat scenting the room. You nearly had me going, darling.

Naamah huffed a disgruntled breath and sat up, smoothing her hair. What gave me away?

He raked her with his heated gaze. Sneered. Only everything. Damned if he would admit she’d nearly had him right where she wanted him.

She snarled, baring delicate fangs.

He sensed the sexual frustration thrumming through her veins, the will it took for her to fix a human form and not revert. If he’d not been so irritated by her blatant attempt at manipulation, he might have blurred his hard-on and psychically drained her lust. Instead he slumped further in his chair, toyed with the open neck of his shirt and deliberately stretched out his legs. Widely.

All the better for you to see what I refuse to give you, my dear….

Rez—

I’m not going to fuck you, Naamah. He snarled. Not even if you do look like her. Find someone else to play with.

Fine. She ran her long black fingernails across the settee, leaving smoking scorch marks on the fine-grained white leather. In a flash she resumed her preferred human form, a form so blindingly beautiful it’d once made Rez’s fangs ache. Now it left him unmoved.

Been there, done that. Too many times to count.

Your loss, she purred, trying for nonchalance.

Pity the slight question in her voice ruined the effect.

Rez sighed. I wish you wouldn’t take out your bad temper on my furniture.

Naamah hissed at him, envy-green eyes filled with fury. Fuck you, Rezon!

You wish.

Why are you so interested in that slutty little human bitch when you could have me? I’ve pleasured thousands of men.

Only thousands?

A tiny frown creased her forehead as she took mental stock of her conquests. Tens of thousands, then. I was being modest. And I never thought I’d say this, Rez, but you’re becoming a serious bore. She launched herself from the settee to stalk across the living room, hips swaying provocatively, boot-heels grinding into his floor with each step.

At the door Naamah paused to adjust her clothing, tugging the bodice up and the skirt down so it actually covered her butt cheeks. Barely.

Striking a pose designed to best display her considerable assets, she tossed her head, hair fanning behind her like a velvety pelt. She was utterly gorgeous and she knew it. I’m sure Azra will get a kick out of entertaining me.

Naamah was no true match for Rez, however. He had no true match—hadn’t for thousands of years. I’m sure Azra will be delighted to mark you with his scent. Watch he doesn’t try to cock his leg and piss all over you like the dog he is.

He instantly regretted the hurt that flashed in her eyes. But before he could make amends Naamah shrieked, the volume and pitch of the sustained note keyed to shatter all his crystal glasses. With a curl of her lips and a flash of malodorous bottle-green smoke, she vanished.

Rez coughed, waving his hand to dispel the fouled air. He contemplated his ruined settee and glass-sprinkled kitchen, knowing he’d gotten off extremely lightly. The last time he’d seriously pissed Naamah off he’d had to redecorate his entire apartment.

He snorted. What a dickhead. Leisa would never have stooped to such a slutty outfit. He should have known immediately that—

His gaze danced over the mirror.

A jagged crack ran right down the middle.

His lips thinned. Shit. More fool him for taunting Naamah. Felinoid Demons were vengeful creatures, and Naamah had elevated vengeance to an art form. Now he’d have to spend the evening creating and be-spelling a new mirror before he could indulge in his unhealthy obsession.

His shoulders sagged. Despite his prodigious will, despite knowing he was teetering on the edge of an abyss that might well ultimately lead to his doom, Rez knew he would indulge.

He would watch Leisa in the mirror again.

And again. And again….

Chapter Two

Rez had to see her, had to know exactly what she was doing at this very moment.

Even if she was fucking yet another loser.

The polished surface of the new mirror he’d fixed to his wall shimmered as he coaxed an image from its crystalline depths.

Leisa.