Thought  I would share an exerpt from Demon Seed with you today.

I'm pleased as can be to see that there's already one review on ARe for this fourth Hades Squad Book - from Lynnie P. Here's the link if you want to read her wonderful comments:  http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-demonseed-668788-144.html

Normally, I'd start the first excerpt with the beginning of the book, but Demon begins explosively and there's a ton of R-rated content in the first few pages, so the excerpt below happens after they escape the thugs at the beach (ARe has the whole scene), and are safely ensconsed in a river town on the mighty Orinoco.

Demon Seed Excerpt:

“I hate the contacts.” Jacinta unclenched her fists.

“You must wear them. These are the extended-wear kind that you don’t have to take out for a week.” Demon tossed three plastic bags on the bed—two large and one small—and secured the door once more. “I bought you a treat. After you put in the contacts, take a look in the little bag.”

A treat? She eyed the smallest bag but forced her concentration to the hated lenses. The contacts went in easier this time, and she studied the package on the bed for long moments before reaching for it. She peeked into the bag, and her eyes misted. An iPod.

All the day girls had them, and Jacinta had been saving for one. A tear trailed down her cheek. Her very first present. She held the smooth metal to her chest and closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

“Like it?” Demon, towel wrapped around his waist, one shoulder braced on the doorway, stared at her.

She nodded, too worked up to trust her voice, but kept her head averted. Jacinta didn’t want him to see her damp cheek.

“Good. It’s already registered, and I put one hundred American dollars in your account. Why don’t you download a bunch of titles while I shave? The Wi-Fi reception isn’t great, but it’ll go entirely the minute we leave town.”

“One hundred American dollars?” Jacinta wished she hadn’t squeaked on the word American. She’d never be able to repay him. Not in this lifetime. “I can’t possibly accept this.”

“Stow it, Jacinta. I don’t want to argue. It’s yours. Do what you want.” He ignored her after that until he wiped the last bit of foam off his jaw. “Do me a favor. Take the tags off the black pants in the other bag.”

Glad to have something to do, Jacinta found the scissors they’d purchased at the pharmacy and worked on the three pairs of trousers in the bag. “Shall I hang them up?”

“Toss me the black ones and hang up the others.”

She handed him the pants, and by the time she shut the wardrobe, he had finished dressing. Black suited him to perfection. The somber color and severe lines of the trousers, and the loose linen shirt, brought out the gold in the sandy hair brushing his shoulders. He had left the shirt unbuttoned to midchest.

“Come to me.” Demon crooked a finger.

Up until that moment, she hadn’t quite registered the difference in their heights. Her nose would meet the spot bared by his shirt. She tilted her head and stopped when about a hand’s width separated them. “Thank you for the iPod. I’ll treasure it always. I’m sorry I shouted at you.”

“I deserved it. And you’re welcome. After dinner tonight, I’m going to make love to you. I promise you, I’ll erase all the memories of last night.”

Jacinta wanted to burn the moment into her brain: the glint in his chameleon eyes, now a warm caramel hue, the tender expression, and his fierce declaration. “I don’t want to erase it. I have never felt safer and more cared for than after you rescued me last night.”

She hoped he understood, and that she hadn’t hurt his manly pride. But the one thing she did not want to repeat was that.

“Let’s go before I change my mind and order room service.” He urged her forward. “Rules are in effect from the minute we step out the door.”

The humidity hadn’t lessened with nightfall. Stepping out of the air conditioning was akin to falling into a bowl of tepid broth. He twined their fingers together and led her down narrow streets littered with cigarette cases, empty soda bottles, battered cans, and crumpled paper. People of all shapes, sizes, and colors sat at sidewalk tables. Music—a samba here, a calypso there, Frank Sinatra crooning a tune she didn’t recognize—blared from cafés, restaurants, and bars.

At the boarding school, they’d made field trips to the nearby towns. She recognized the same characteristics of those others in this one. The atmosphere crackled with the frenetic energy of unruliness, of a town built around the promise of gold and diamonds, the flamboyance of drug runners, and the obsession of revolutionaries.

“This way.” He turned right into a near-vacant side alley that took them to a tiny café.

Jacinta glanced around the small room, taking in the empty tables covered by red-and-white-checkered tablecloths. In her experience, albeit limited, crowded restaurants meant good food at reasonable prices.

He pulled out a chair and waited for her to sit. The table he’d chosen was tucked into a corner at the back of the restaurant near an arched corridor.

“There’s no one else here.” The ceiling fan above them circulated delicious aromas Jacinta couldn’t pinpoint.

Demon shoved the other chair to her side and sat. “I know.”

Jacinta stiffened when he lifted her onto his lap. Heat scaled her throat. “What’re you doing?”

“It’s called foreplay.”

He hadn’t understood. Jacinta didn’t want to spoil their evening, but she had to be honest. “I should like to tell you something.”

“Go ahead.”

She studied the cheery tablecloth. “I would prefer not to make love again.”

“Look at me.” He cradled her jaw and forced her to meet his gaze. “If you don’t want to, then we won’t.”

Relief had her light-headed. “Thank you.”

“Did you like it when I kissed you?”

She sighed. “Very much.”

“Kissing is part of foreplay.”

“Oh.” She knew she blushed all over, for even her toes were on fire. “I should like to tell you something else.”

“I’m listening.”

“I should like to know more of this foreplay if there is not the penetration part.” She gestured at his hardening erection half hidden by her dress. “We simply do not fit. It is obvious now, of course. You need a much larger woman."

Hope you enjoyed the scene.

Cheers,

Jianne