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Her Formidable Decision

Katharina is a sex demon who seduces and pulls her power from other mortal men’s pleasure. She has dangerous powers. Afterlife, seduction, shape-shifting into any human form she desires, walking in heels that would cripple mere mortals. She falls in love with Gabriel Loftbrok, a writer and mortal man whom she couldn't have sex with. But it seems totally unjust that a she-demon whose objective is to seduce mortal men can’t get hot and heavy with the one human who knows and understands her for who she is. It’s not just her personal life that’s in chaos. Bruce , her co-worker at a local library, has been displaying strange behavior, and Katharina suspects that something far more devilish than double espressos is at work. She could use help finding out, but Nathan, an irresistibly alluring incubus, and her best immortal friend, is drawn away in the suburbs with corrupting an ultra conservative talk radio celeb—and giving Katharina some highly detracting come hither vibes. What happened to their relationship? Was Gabriel able to endure her no sex policy? What happened when Katharina's Ex-boyfriend broke up with her and was about getting married?

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A Murderous Expression

"Well," he said crisply.

"so long as you're okay. I'm sure you'll want to go and—"

"Okay?" Dana gave him an incredulous look.

"We need to get her to the couch so she can straighten that out."

"Oh no," I protested, seeing Bastien's murderous expression.

"I . . . I'm fine . . . really . . ."

But there was no arguing with Dana. She supported me under one arm, and he took the other. I hobbled over to the couch, putting my weight only on the right foot.

Once I was stretched out, she pushed my jeans up over my calf and felt the ankle with cautious, expert precision, carefully examining each inch.

I appreciated her solicitous concern and apparent first-aid know-how, but the thought of this wretched woman touching my leg repulsed me. Besides, what I really wanted were those cookies. Fuck my ankle.

"It doesn't feel broken," she finally decided.

"Probably just a sprain, lucky for you. We should ice it."