Hellbound: A Coffee and Crème Paranormal Romance

By Tamela Miles

Coffee shop owner and sometimes barista Kian's youthful, tragic mistake still haunts him but it doesn't stop him from wanting just one week of steamy passion with beautiful Sanaa, who also only wants one week of his loving because of a failed relationship that has made her skittish. Kian is a condemned man and, unless he learns about the power of love and redemption, this year will be his last on earth. Is it possible that falling for Sanaa is the solution to his ninety nine problems? Can Sanaa learn to forget her past mistake in loving the wrong guy and consider that Kian may be the one? The only sure thing is it's about to get one hundred proof hot as Hell and all bets are off. 

Author Note: This is a second edition, with some new content. The first edition was published in 2017.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tamela Miles
• Release date: Mar 27, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224909995

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Hellbound

Hellbound

TAMELA MILES

Hellbound, 2 nd Edition

Copyright: Tamela Miles

©Tamela D. Miles 2017, 2021

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Published by Dark Desire Publishing (1 st and 2 nd Editions)

This book is for all my aunts for showing me exactly what to do with my creative vision by sharing their own with me. Thank you to Mom and Dad for their loving guidance. Thank you to my nocturnal friends, both authors and other creative visionaries, for every deep conversation we have on the night shift.

Contents

Fall From Grace

About the Author

Fall From Grace

Pasadena, California – 1999

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He cleared the very top of the six-foot concrete wall and hit the ground running. Kian Lewis knew that he would ultimately pay for this whole mistake of a mess but not tonight if he could help it. He ran down the length of the alley, training his ears to pick up any sound of the police officers giving chase. He was tired, his legs screamed for mercy, but still, he ran for his freedom.

Kian rounded the corner at the end of the alley and stopped short, sucking in huge gulps of air as he leaned against a wall. Alyssa was dead – she shouldn’t be, but she was, and he was to blame. If only he hadn’t let her try that new stuff from his stash, his girlfriend wouldn’t be lying on a paramedic gurney, dead from an overdose, while he hid from the cops. He was 15 years old, a fugitive career delinquent, and he was terrified.

As he pushed himself away from the wall to keep moving, he heard a car, a police cruiser no doubt, coming slowly down the alley. He took off at great speed, only to be blocked in by another police car coming around the corner at the intersection. The lights came on abruptly, and the siren chirped. The last words Kian heard as a free man was, Get your damn hands up!

The gavel slammed down, and the judge gave him a hard look. I’m fucked. My life as a teen is officially over. Kian lowered his gaze, rubbing his face with both hands. He had been sentenced, rather harshly in his opinion, to a juvenile detention center in Las Vegas until he was twenty one. No more parties, no more beers in the sun with Alyssa and his buddies, and no more freedom. Six years wasn’t forever, but he believed all of his best days were behind him.

Two police officers grabbed him up from his chair and escorted him from the courtroom. As they traveled the length of the hallway to a detention room, one police officer snickered.

I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time, Lewis. For the last two years, you’ve been doing dirt, thinking you were untouchable. This isn’t a movie, kid. Maybe one day you’ll be worth something, but right now, you need to be locked up, you little punk.

Shame about the girlfriend, the other officer said in a low voice. She’ll never be at her prom, but you won’t either.

They reached the detention room with the cold white walls, and dreary fluorescent lights and Kian took a seat. The officers didn’t say another word to him as they left, locking the door. He could see one of them standing guard outside the door. He was pretty reckless but knew there was zero chance of escape from this hell. Maybe this is exactly where I need to be. Alyssa is dead, and it’s my fault. My fault.

Las Vegas, Nevada – 2005

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It was lights out time in his cell, which was really a tiny room with one window, but Kian didn’t feel like sleeping. He lay on his back on his bunk, staring out the window at the full moon, which gave his small space a mystical glow. He wore his orange jumpsuit for the last time. Tomorrow, he would be a free man. Man is the keyword. Kian smiled sadly. I sacrificed my teen years, so many years, for bullshit.

He had spent the last six years of his life in secure confinement