BOOK INFORMATION
Title: The Demon Who Loved Me
Series: Big Bad Bite #3
Author: Jessie Lane
Release Day: February 28, 2015
Genre: Paranormal Romance
BOOK SUMMARY
He’s a gambling man…
One brunette bombshell with a
devious mind and a potty mouth has thrust Kent smack dab in the middle of where
he never wanted to be—his family. He’s spent most of his life avoiding his
familial responsibilities, especially the one that required him to join the
Ninth Circle Council—the demon society’s equivalent of judge, jury and
executioner. Then one lost bet with the little Amazon flipped his entire life
upside down. With worries about retaliation from the remnants of a rogue pack
of wolves in Germany, he doesn’t have time to deal with his family, or his
obsession with Chloe Demos.
And she’s the biggest risk he’ll ever take…
After her mother’s death, Chloe’s
world crashes down around her. A secret Amazonian heritage. Aunts and a long
lost brother she never knew about. Supernatural beings. With all of the sudden
changes, she’s decided it’s time to step out from behind her façade of an
air-headed, materialistic bimbo and show her sisters she truly does love
them—she only hates their wardrobes. What better way to show she cares about
her family than to help prove someone close to one of them is innocent of the
bogus murder charges from some ridiculous council? Chloe has no scruples about
calling in the marker the demon Kent owes her in order to do just that. It’s
only too bad she’s underestimated Kent’s intelligence, and his playboy charm.
Contains mature themes.
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Big Bad Bite
Book #1 – Jenna & Adam’s Story
Published January 28, 2013
What would it be like to
live in a world where you were considered abnormal even to those who were above
the norm?
Jenna O’Conner is not
human, nor is she considered the norm for the supernatural Other community that
is benevolent enough to share this world with the humans. On her first day as
the newewst member of the Wilmington Police Department’s SWAT Team, Jenna runs
into trouble in the form of a deadly, mouthwatering man named Adam McPhee, who
is also not human. He is determined to figure out exactly what Jenna is, which
could very well put her life in danger. Furthermore, he is determined to have
her all to himself.
As if that weren’t enough
for Jenna to deal with, a group of extremist Shifters who consider humans to be
cattle and who think that factions of Others should stay within their own
species—never to intermingle—come to town. Jenna has to find a way to shut them
down, but in the process of trying to do that, she discovers things about
herself that even she had never thought were possible.
Who said the wolf was what
you had to worry about?
Welcome to the real world.
Contains mature themes.
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Walk On The Striped Side
Book #2 – Gage & Elena’s Story
Published February 24,
2014
Does he have his claws in
her for good? Or is she just yanking his tail?
Elena Demos’s life has
been turned upside down. Her mother has passed away, leaving Elena and her two
half-sisters to deal with their mother’s will and the crazy stipulations it
contains. For the three sisters to inherit the substantial amount of money left
behind, they have to go to work with two aunts they’ve never met in a family
business—Amazons Inc.—they know nothing about. If that isn’t bad enough, Elena
runs into the man who once broke her heart, and it’s only their first day on
the job.
Gage Ivanov is a stupid
beast. He let the woman who should be his mate go because she couldn’t be told
of his Other identity. Now Elena’s back, but she refuses to give in to his
demands for her to be his mate. The timing for all of this couldn’t be worse,
either, because Gage and his circle of friends are trying to subdue a rogue
pack of wolf shifters in Germany who threaten to out the Others to the world of
humans. Will he be able to juggle the oncoming conflict and win back his mate?
Claws, love bites and
handcuffs – OH MY!
Contains mature themes.
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AUTHOR BIO
Jessie Lane is the
best-selling author of The Star Series, Big Bad Bite Series and the Ex Ops
Series. She writes paranormal and contemporary romance, as well as Upper YA
Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.
She lives in Kentucky with
her two little Rock Chicks in the making and her over protective alpha husband.
She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging
suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or
threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.
You can follow Jessie at: Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Goodreads & her Amazon Author Page
CHAPTER ONE PREVIEW OF
"THE DEMON WHO LOVED ME"
“Think it would make her night if she got to drive his car? Then maybe
she’d have at least one good thing about tonight she could remember.”
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"THE DEMON WHO LOVED ME"
Chapter One
Chloe
“The terms of
our original agreement are no longer sufficient. We need to renegotiate.”
Chloe snorted at
the demand. The demon must think she’d been born yesterday. “Wrong, Kent. Our
agreement stands as it is. If you don’t like losing, perhaps you shouldn’t make
bets.”
A smooth growl
came over the phone. “You scammed me and you know it.”
She laughed at
the accusation. “Wrong again. I didn’t scam you, I schooled you, and if you
don’t like learning hard lessons, then don’t play games with me.”
“Do you realize
what you’ve done to my life? Do you honestly fucking grasp what I’ve had to do
to cover my marker from this ridiculous goddamn bet?”
Little did the
people in her life realize, Chloe did feel regretful about some of the things
she did. This particular situation was one of them. Because Kent was right, she
had turned his whole life upside down over a bet. It hadn’t started out that
way for her. No, that night, a little over a month ago—when they had run into
each other at the McPhee owned bar—Chloe would have never guessed that she’d
walk away owning a marker from the demon, but he’d challenged her, dammit. And
she’d won that bet fair and square.
Chloe had been
sitting at the bar, minding her own business and watching some douchebag treat
his girlfriend like shit, when she’d realized that someone was watching her.
Looking around to see who her admirer was, her eyes had stopped on a drop dead
gorgeous man with brown hair, cobalt blue eyes, a five o’clock shadow with a
panty melting grin, eyeballing her from his side of the bar. The demon who was
only known by his last name, Kent. She’d first laid eyes on him in that very bar
just days before when she and her two sisters had confronted Gage Ivanov about
his sister, Lulu’s, whereabouts.
He’d caught her
eye even then, yet she hadn’t truly found him interesting until she’d gone home
and done a little research. Her sisters might think she was an airhead, but
that was only because it was the persona she liked to play. The real Chloe was
an information whore. She wanted to know who everyone was, what they were
doing, and the dark secrets they stored in their proverbial closets. So when
she’d pulled up her aunts’ notes on demons in the area and did some extensive
late night reading, imagine her surprise when she discovered that laid back,
playboy Kent played a cop by day to avoid his rather influential, wealthy and
demanding family.
Why would a man
walk away from easy living to play cops and robbers in real life? With a little
more digging, she’d figured it out. Kent’s family was big in the demon
hierarchy and politics. He was the first born son, and therefore, expected to
take his family’s seat on the Ninth Circle Council. For reasons she couldn’t
discern yet, Kent had done his best to put off those obligations.
Interesting
information, but not necessarily useful. Yet. Chloe had learned over the years
that information was the best kind of weapon a girl could have because you
never knew when it would come in handy.
That information
had been beneficial a lot sooner than she would have expected it to, as well.
She thought back to the night that had put this whole clusterfuck into motion.
It seemed like a crime to ignore Kent’s appreciative glances to keep
track of the douchebag boyfriend who was berating his poor, sweet girlfriend in
front of his friends. Chloe hated assholes like him and loved to make examples
of them. She was just waiting for her opportunity to do so.
She was so engrossed in staring at the douchebag as he joked with his
buddies that she didn’t notice when Kent sat down on the stool next to her.
“Do you have a thing for men that are taken or something, sweetheart?”
The sound of his voice near her ear almost made her fall off her seat it
startled her so badly.
Placing a hand over her hammering heart, she turned to glare at him.
“No, I do not have a thing for men who are taken. Do you usually scare women in
bars half to death?”
Kent shook his head. “Didn’t mean to scare you, but you’re staring at
that pencil dick over there pretty hard. I was just trying to figure out if you
wanted to jump his bones or something since you won’t give me the time of day.”
Chloe snorted in disgust. “I’d rather tell him to take a flying leap off
a tall building than give him the time of day. Have you seen how mean he’s
being to his girlfriend?”
“Yeah, it’s a shame, too. Pretty girl like her could definitely do
better than him. She’s probably with him for his car.”
Chloe gave him a confused look. “His car?”
“Yeah, sweetheart, his car. Saw him getting out of his Ferrari when I
pulled in. That pretty little girl probably took one look at his car and
thought she was hooking up with a high class man. Instead, she hooked up with
an idiot.”
Chloe pursed her lips in thought as she stared at the miserable girl.
The poor thing looked as though she wanted to be anywhere other than there.
Maybe Chloe could help her with that.
Kent laughed. “There’s no way in hell you’re getting that guy to let her
drive his car.”
Well now, she did love a good challenge.
Leaning into his personal space, she crooned back, “What would you give
me if I walked out of here with his car keys and the girl so that she could
drive his car?”
“Anything because there’s no way you’re pulling that shit off.”
She gave the demon a small, flirtatious smile. “And what do you want if
I lose this little bet?”
“You, in my bed, any way I want you for twenty-four hours straight.”
She didn’t even have to think about it. Not because she wanted to have
marathon sex with Kent, although she had to admit the idea was appealing, but
the truth was, she was that confident in her abilities. He should never have
blindly walked into a bet. His mistake would be her gain, though.
And really? Twenty-four hours? Why did men always try to bullshit about
their stamina? Chloe doubted there was a man, or Other, on the planet that could
have a sexual marathon for twenty-four hours.
Running one of her manicured fingers down the side of his face, she
whispered, “Remember this was your bet, demon. When it comes time for me to
cash that marker, I’ll contact you.”
She got up off her bar stool and walked away from Kent, who was watching
her with a curious face as she sashayed over to her mark’s table. She’d seen a
hundred guys just like him, and they never failed to disgust her; the
privileged, over-confident and atrocious jackasses that liked to treat women as
objects instead of people.
When she reached her destination, she pulled up a chair and invited
herself to sit down. Every single man there was already leering at her, and
half of them weren’t even bothering to look at her face. The only one unhappy
to see her was the douchebag’s date, however that was okay.
“Hello, boys,” she purred. “Who wants to buy me a drink?”
Two of the four men were up and out of their chairs so fast they were
practically tripping over themselves to get to the bar and do as requested.
Douchebag was one of the two left behind. Chloe turned herself sideways in the
chair and crossed her legs to give him a view of her tan limbs and red
high-heeled, fuck me shoes.
As usual, Chloe was dressed to kill. She was wearing a black sheath
dress with an overlay of red lace that clung to her pin up figure and had a
low, square neckline to show off her abundant D cups.
She leaned back a little to thrust her breasts out and watched her
mark’s eyes zero in on her assets. This wouldn’t be hard to pull off at all.
She was almost disappointed at the lack of a challenge.
Chloe spent the next hour coyly flirting with four men that she’d rather
pour gasoline over and set on fire, yet she was determined to win the demon’s
marker. She could feel Kent’s eyes on her, and a part of her wondered if it
turned him on to see her schmoozing other men. Maybe losing the bet would be
worth it? Her pride, however, wouldn’t let her throw the bet for a bit of
pleasure.
Douchebag was practically drooling all over their table at the thought
of getting in her panties and he’d all but forgotten that he had another date
sitting there with them. All she had to do was make her move now.
Excusing herself to use the restroom, she got up from the group and
walked down the hallway to the women’s bathroom. She went in, dug her lipstick
out of her purse and touched up her lips with her favorite luscious red. Then,
she fluffed her hair and checked her figure in the mirror. Satisfied that she’d
wasted enough time, Chloe grabbed her purse and walked out of the bathroom
where she found Mr. Douchebag himself—real name John—leaned up against the
opposite wall waiting for her.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her into his body, sliding his hands down
to rest on her ass. “Hey, sexy, you ready to get out of here and have some
fun?”
Did he not care that he had a date sitting at the table?
Ignoring her disgust for him, she bit her bottom lip like she was
considering it. “Why do we have to get out of here to have some fun? We could
sneak into the men’s bathroom and you could bend me over the sink instead.
Wouldn’t that be hot?”
The man’s eyes widened and he smiled widely, like he’d hit the sexual
jackpot. “You want me bad, don’t you, baby? Can’t even stand to wait for me to
take you home. Fuck, yeah, let’s go in the bathroom and I’ll fuck you so good
they’ll hear you screaming in the bar.”
Chloe ran her finger down the front of his chest teasingly. “There’s
only one little problem, stud. I’m not excited yet, at all. I have a hard time
getting hot and bothered, if you know what I mean. My psychologist says I’m a
nymphomaniac with an adrenaline rush problem and dangerous tendencies.”
Douchebag’s eyes glazed over a bit and he started panting a little.
Chloe could guess that jerk-wad had a serious thing for what he thought might
be crazy pussy.
“What does that mean?” he panted.
Sticking her bottom lip out, she playfully pouted. “It means I have to
do something that gives me a rush before I can get off. I saw that beautiful
Ferrari you drove here. If you let me take it for a spin around the block, I
bet my panties would be soaked by the time I got back.”
“Really?” he squeaked.
Chloe nodded. “Really. I’m getting excited just thinking about your car.
The engine purring, and when it revs up, how I’ll feel the vibrations between my
legs. God, that’s just so sexy. So hot, even, that I’d be willing to park the
car around back and let you bend me over the hood and fuck me fast and hard.
Can’t you just picture it, baby?” Chloe pressed her body tighter into his and
put her lips against the shell of his ear to whisper. “I’ll get out of the car
and you can push me down all rough-like on that hot hood. The warmth from the
motor will burn my nipples a little through the fabric of my dress, but that’s
okay because it’ll feel sooooo good. Then you can push my dress up over my
hips, rip my thong off and slide right in because I’ll be wet and hungry for
you. You’ll be able to fuck me nice and hard. What do you say, sexy?”
Douchebag had his keys out of his pocket and in her hand so fast it was
laughable. He started physically pushing her down the hallway, back into the
bar’s main room.
“You go for that spin, honey. Hell, take it around the block twice just
avoid a speeding ticket or wrecking it. I’ll be waiting for you around the back
when you’re done.”
Chloe turned around and put a hand on his chest to stop him for a
second. “I don’t want to go by myself, though, so I’m going to take the other
girl with me. We’ll be right back, sexy. Have your dick out and waiting for
me.”
Douchebag stood there with his jaw hanging open while she grabbed his
stilted date’s hand and dragged her towards the bar’s entrance.
Before she walked out the door, she turned her head to look at the bar,
finding Kent’s eyes on her. She waved the keys in the air and gave him a finger
wave before walking out with the other woman.
“Are you fucking
listening to me, Chloe?” Kent snapped through the phone, bringing her back to
the present. “You and I both know that I had to go above and beyond walking
into that meeting and accepting my family’s seat to get Lulu the time and
reprieve she needs. You’ve got to admit that my debt has more than been paid
and now I’m stuck in the very situation I’ve been avoiding for decades, dealing
with uptight, sniveling politicians. You owe me for this, Amazon, and you owe
me big.”
He was right,
however that didn’t mean she was going to admit it.
Heaving a bored
sigh, she asked, “What exactly do you want to even the score, demon? Depending
on what it is, I’ll consider it, even though I technically don’t owe you a damn
thing.”
She waited for
Kent’s response, but he didn’t say anything right away. Thinking perhaps he’d
gotten mad and hung up on her, she pulled the phone away from her and checked
the screen. The call was still active, so she called out his name.
When he
answered, his voice was a seductive croon that sent tingles down her spine. “I
want a night with you. Dinner, wine and more.”
Chloe felt the
sting of disappointment. She didn’t know why she’d been hoping Kent would be
different from any other guy she’d dealt with, yet for some odd reason, she
had. Why did all men think that just because she had a pretty face paired with
a body that had all the right curves that she’d just fall into bed with them?
She was sick and tired of men thinking she didn’t have anything to offer
besides what was between her legs.
And she wasn’t a
whore. She’d never once slept with a man to get something and she never would.
Mr. Douchebag had learned that the hard way when his stilted date had driven
his Ferrari back after dropping Chloe off at her house. Chloe had asked the
girl to pass on the message that neither him, nor his car, had been hot enough
to get her excited at all. Then Chloe had firmly told the woman that she was
young, beautiful and intelligent and she didn’t have to settle for dickwads
like him. If she didn’t treat herself with respect, no one else ever would.
Reeling in her
disappointment over Kent’s request, Chloe mentally placed him in the ‘Just
Another Jerk’ list in her head.
“Not happening,
demon. You come up with a reasonable request that doesn’t involve trying to get
me on my back and I might consider it. ‘Til then, keep Lulu’s ass off the Ninth
Circle Council’s radar. Elena and Gage are still working on getting the
evidence they need to fully clear her. Besides that, we have nothing else to
talk about.”
Chloe hung up
and tossed her phone on the bed with a discouraged sigh. One day she would meet
a man who was good looking and had a heart of gold; someone who would see her
for who she really was and not what the outer packaging looked like. It’d just
be nice if that one day would hurry the hell up and get there.
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