woman who’s sloppy.”
“Sloppy?”
He held up the necklace. “You love me, Lucia,” he said, answering that ultimate question. “And I’ve got the proof right here.” He met her eyes. “Don’t I?”
She couldn’t deny it. Wouldn’t ever deny it. “Yeah,” she said. “You do.”
He pulled her close, then kissed her soundly before tilting his head back to look deep in her eyes. “Say it,” he demanded.
She complied happily. “I love you, Dante.” She smacked him softly in the shoulder. “It took you long enough to realize that.”
“I know. I’m sorry. But I finally got with the program.”
He pulled her against him, then pressed his mouth to hers in the kind of long, slow kiss that not only made her melt, but promised the world, the future, and a lifetime of love.
When they broke apart, his slow smile seemed to fill her even more. “So what do we do now?”
It was her turn to smile. “Actually, I was thinking that maybe we should leave on a romantic little getaway. Someplace out of the way. Like, say, Nepal …”
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Keep reading for an excerpt from the next novella in the Devil May Care series – Hell’s Fury by Dee Davis …
Hell’s Fury
By Dee Davis
Excerpt
Devil May Care, novella 4
Jezebel
Jessie cursed her own vulnerability. If time had taught her anything at all, it was that nothing was worth opening her heart. And even if there were something out there – it wasn’t David Bishop. She’d already been on that ride and the thrill was overrated. The cost too damn high. She’d spent the last couple of years trying to exorcise him from her system. Apparently without any success at all.
She told herself that it was just proximity. Sensory memory or something equally inane. Pheromones always seemed to have a mind of their own. But it was hard to ignore the real fear she’d felt when she’d found him cornered in Lewisham.
In all truth, it was a new and powerful emotion. An immortal didn’t really experience a whole lot of fear – and considering she’d been hung, poisoned, and shot to death on three separate occasions – she was more immune to the feeling than most. Basically, from her point of view, death was a less than frightening experience.
Except when it was happening to David.
Even with Henri, the only other man who’d managed to penetrate her shell, she’d never felt such raw, physical anguish. And she’d watched him die. At the time she’d mourned Henri’s loss, her pain real, but it had been nothing like the stark desperation she’d felt upon walking in on David at Iverson’s.
She glanced over at him, sitting in the plane seat next to her. His eyes were closed, his breathing even. Obviously he’d taken the adventure in stride. In fact, he’d managed to act as if nothing of importance had happened at all.
Of course there was the little fact that Iverson had quite possibly known the location of the Protector. Her father wouldn’t be to happy when he discovered she’d saved a mortal and in doing so had lost the key to the quest. But then she didn’t have to tell her father.
“Having a little bit of trouble, are you?” The monitor embedded in the seatback sprang to life, her father’s head sort of bobbing in place against the dark blue background.
“What are you doing here?” Jessie whispered, shooting a sideways glance at David and the passengers across the way. Thank God for first class – she’d learned along time ago that people with money tend to tune out everything around them. The epitome of turning a blind eye.
“Just checking on your progress.” Her father’s smile was jaunty, but his black eyes were not amused. “I see you’ve picked up the garbage.” For reasons Jessie had never really understood, her father
“Sloppy?”
He held up the necklace. “You love me, Lucia,” he said, answering that ultimate question. “And I’ve got the proof right here.” He met her eyes. “Don’t I?”
She couldn’t deny it. Wouldn’t ever deny it. “Yeah,” she said. “You do.”
He pulled her close, then kissed her soundly before tilting his head back to look deep in her eyes. “Say it,” he demanded.
She complied happily. “I love you, Dante.” She smacked him softly in the shoulder. “It took you long enough to realize that.”
“I know. I’m sorry. But I finally got with the program.”
He pulled her against him, then pressed his mouth to hers in the kind of long, slow kiss that not only made her melt, but promised the world, the future, and a lifetime of love.
When they broke apart, his slow smile seemed to fill her even more. “So what do we do now?”
It was her turn to smile. “Actually, I was thinking that maybe we should leave on a romantic little getaway. Someplace out of the way. Like, say, Nepal …”
I hope you enjoyed Sure as Hell, a Devil May Care novella. Please rate this novel and/or post a review at your favorite retailer site! To learn about all my books, be sure to click here to subscribe to my newsletter!
Keep reading for an excerpt from the next novella in the Devil May Care series – Hell’s Fury by Dee Davis …
Hell’s Fury
By Dee Davis
Excerpt
Devil May Care, novella 4
Jezebel
Jessie cursed her own vulnerability. If time had taught her anything at all, it was that nothing was worth opening her heart. And even if there were something out there – it wasn’t David Bishop. She’d already been on that ride and the thrill was overrated. The cost too damn high. She’d spent the last couple of years trying to exorcise him from her system. Apparently without any success at all.
She told herself that it was just proximity. Sensory memory or something equally inane. Pheromones always seemed to have a mind of their own. But it was hard to ignore the real fear she’d felt when she’d found him cornered in Lewisham.
In all truth, it was a new and powerful emotion. An immortal didn’t really experience a whole lot of fear – and considering she’d been hung, poisoned, and shot to death on three separate occasions – she was more immune to the feeling than most. Basically, from her point of view, death was a less than frightening experience.
Except when it was happening to David.
Even with Henri, the only other man who’d managed to penetrate her shell, she’d never felt such raw, physical anguish. And she’d watched him die. At the time she’d mourned Henri’s loss, her pain real, but it had been nothing like the stark desperation she’d felt upon walking in on David at Iverson’s.
She glanced over at him, sitting in the plane seat next to her. His eyes were closed, his breathing even. Obviously he’d taken the adventure in stride. In fact, he’d managed to act as if nothing of importance had happened at all.
Of course there was the little fact that Iverson had quite possibly known the location of the Protector. Her father wouldn’t be to happy when he discovered she’d saved a mortal and in doing so had lost the key to the quest. But then she didn’t have to tell her father.
“Having a little bit of trouble, are you?” The monitor embedded in the seatback sprang to life, her father’s head sort of bobbing in place against the dark blue background.
“What are you doing here?” Jessie whispered, shooting a sideways glance at David and the passengers across the way. Thank God for first class – she’d learned along time ago that people with money tend to tune out everything around them. The epitome of turning a blind eye.
“Just checking on your progress.” Her father’s smile was jaunty, but his black eyes were not amused. “I see you’ve picked up the garbage.” For reasons Jessie had never really understood, her father
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