Hell’s become more than just a playground for the wicked...
Going to Hell was supposed to save Madison, but knowing she’s dead because of his failure leaves Nix with only one thing to live for. Revenge. With Micah’s help he learns to use his Messianic power. Anything for Mads has become his mantra, even if it means killing innocents to gather the power he needs to succeed. A tsunami he unleashes on a Gulf Coast city is stopped with magical interference, and Nix is more than surprised to feel Madison in the opposing magic. Can he and Micah set a trap to lure her out?
Pandora’s Box...once you open it, there's no turning back!
Madison has done the unthinkable, opened
Pandora’s Box to save Nix from Hell. And failed. She’s willing to risk her own
life to rescue Nix, but she worries about the welfare of her accomplice in the
mission and leaving her son behind. Following up on a lead, she’s ambushed by
Nix and Micah. Shocked and hurt to discover Nix has become a willing
participant of Hell, she’s more certain than ever she won’t escape the demonic
fate her husband outlined for her. While in Hell, she discovers denying the
emergence of her succubus is futile, which means getting Nix out of Hell after
embracing her inner demon just became a very real dilemma…
“You’ll heal her promptly,” Micah growled, shifting
back into his human persona, as he offered his legs as a pillow for her head.
She’d have pushed him away if she could’ve managed to contort her body to that
angle.
Madison gaped at the blood darkening her jeans and
spreading down her thigh. “That hurts way worse than I thought being shot
would.”
spreading down her thigh. “That hurts way worse than I thought being shot
would.”
“I need to get your pants off, Mads, to heal you.”
Nix’s fingers went to the snap of her jeans.
Nix’s fingers went to the snap of her jeans.
She knocked his hands away. “You’ll heal the others
first.”
first.”
“He shot the main artery in your thigh, Madison.
You’ll bleed out before he finishes with them.” Micah compressed his lips
together and spoke as if he ground his teeth together. “I’ve lost you twice. I
will not lose you again.”
You’ll bleed out before he finishes with them.” Micah compressed his lips
together and spoke as if he ground his teeth together. “I’ve lost you twice. I
will not lose you again.”
“Death would at least grant me freedom from you!”
Micah’s mouth flattened in displeasure. “Phoenix, I
would ask you to do as she requests.”
would ask you to do as she requests.”
“Goddamnit, Mads, I swear I’ll heal them immediately
after I take care of you.”
after I take care of you.”
Madison glared at Nix. “E kawoja ciok tauqelv.” I refuse your healing. Nix spewed
curses in Xapil. “Impressive, you’ve learned how to curse in demon.
curses in Xapil. “Impressive, you’ve learned how to curse in demon.
Nix scowled. “Stubborn.”
Madison clenched her teeth in silent mutiny. Nix
cupped the back of her head, tugged slightly and kissed her hard on the lips.
Excitement zinged through her system. Her attraction to him always presented
itself at the most inappropriate moments.
cupped the back of her head, tugged slightly and kissed her hard on the lips.
Excitement zinged through her system. Her attraction to him always presented
itself at the most inappropriate moments.
“I find that stubborn trait sexy, baby.”
“Flattery gets you nowhere, Nix.” She winced at the
tug against her wounded flesh as he rested her against Micah’s thighs.
tug against her wounded flesh as he rested her against Micah’s thighs.
“What does?” Nix jerked the hem of one pant leg up
and tugged the blade strapped to her ankle out of its harness.
and tugged the blade strapped to her ankle out of its harness.
“Good deeds.
He brandished the knife he’d given her for her
thirtieth birthday and grinned. “Does healing them count?”
thirtieth birthday and grinned. “Does healing them count?”
“No.”
Nix rolled to his feet and leveled her with his
stare. “You’re a hard woman to please.”
stare. “You’re a hard woman to please.”
“Cease the flirtations with my wife.”
Micah’s grip on her shoulders intensified. “Heal those bottom-feeders, and then
heal her.”
Micah’s grip on her shoulders intensified. “Heal those bottom-feeders, and then
heal her.”
Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading asa “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time
basketball/lacrosse/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her
real-life hero-husband of over twenty years. She has an unusual relationship
with her muse, Dom, but credits all her creative success to his brilliant mind.
She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama
football, and coffee...addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She’s
convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and when blending coffee and writing
together it generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds
are spawned from coffee highs and Dom’s aggressive demands. Gracen writes is multiple genres—paranormal romance, paranormal erotic romance, and contemporary romance. To learn more about Gracen or to leave her a comment, visit her
website at www.gracen-miller.com.
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