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“You look surprised to see me, Quinn.”
Tilting her head, Daeva looked him up and down. “Oh, that’s right. You never did get to see me in my true form. You were so quick to get rid of me. Never gave me a chance to introduce myself properly.”
It had been three years since Daeva had seen Quinn Strom. And she had to admit that he looked just as dark and dangerous and delicious. His inner darkness called to her like a moth to a flame. But she couldn’t let him see that. She couldn’t let him have the upper hand here. She’d never give it to him again.
A vixen at heart, VIVI ANNA likes to burn up the pages with her original, unique brand of fantasy fiction. Whether it’s in the Amazon jungle, an apocalyptic future or the otherworld city of Necropolis, Vivi always writes fast-paced action-adventure with strong, independent women who can kick some butt and dark, delicious heroes to kill for.
Once shot at while repossessing a car, Vivi decided that maybe her life needed a change. The first time she picked up a pen and put words to paper, she knew she had found her heart’s desire. Within two paragraphs, she realized she could write about getting into all sorts of trouble without having to suffer any of the consequences.
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Seducing the Hunter
Vivi Anna
For Crowley, the cheekiest demon of them all …
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The candlelight illuminating the small chamber flickered when the heavy wooden door opened. Daeva looked up from the backgammon board to see who had entered her private room. She smiled as the little green creature, carrying a bronze tea tray, hobbled in on his spindly and knobby legs.
He set the tray on the small round table next to her, then slid onto the velvet-covered chair on the opposite side of the backgammon board.
She reached over and poured tea into two porcelain cups then handed one to him. “Prompt as usual, Klix.”
The creature accepted the offered cup and took a sip, his beady black eyes staring at her over the rim. “I wouldn’t miss our daily game, Mistress.”
She drank the hot, spiced tea and watched the goblin set up the game. It was her one small pleasure in the day, to play the ordinary game with him in her private chamber away from the others. Away from the reality of her situation.
Here she couldn’t smell the rancid odor of brimstone and sulfur or the stench of burning flesh. Here she could block out the woeful screams and pitiful mewls of those being tortured in the fire pits below. She didn’t have to make polite conversation with the other demons she wholly despised. As long as she had to stay in hell, she could at least pretend she was