Jack-O-Lanterns (Box Set)
by Kate Hill, Isabella Jordan, Willa Okati, Marteeka Karland, Michelle Hoppe, Lia Connor and Marie Treanor
eBook ISBN: 07146-02302
[ Halloween Romance ]
Halloween nightmares, Flying Broomsticks… It’s All Hallows Eve and you can’t stop the party for long!
Cat Out of Hell by Isabella Jordan — Joey makes Katrina feel things she’s never felt before. But will either of them escape this Halloween nightmare alive?
Headless Horseman by Marteeka Karland — One too many Flying Broomsticks and a phobia about Halloween aren’t the only things chasing Isabelle Crane into the darkness…
Warlock’s Eve by Michelle Hoppe — As the moon rises over the burned-out castle on All Hallows Eve, will Dominic find ecstasy or a nightmare of torture?
Voodoo Queen by Lia Connor — When Paul comes to check Marie out will he wind up in her bed? It’s Halloween in New Orleans, and you can’t stop the party for long!
Raven by Willa Okati — On All Hallows’ Eve Leonard comes to Andrew for their yearly tryst. Trouble is, one of them’s a ghost, and can’t stay longer than midnight…
Good Weds Evil by Kate Hill — Trapped between heaven and hell, Evangeline and Urbane have only each other. Forever.
Witch of Alloway by Marie Treanor — When notorious rock star Tam returns to his home village for a special Hallowe’en gig, it’s more than the dead that Annie raises!
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Seated on a flat black stone in the chamber of revelations, Urbane pressed his palms to the floor on either side of him. He relished the heat spreading through his hands and up his arms. Around him rose the high, craggy walls of hell’s deepest cavern. Down here, not even the screams of tortured souls reached him. Except for the hiss of steam from random geysers, there was silence.
Usually occupied with violent or lustful ventures, Urbane had until recently spent little time in this place of dark fantasy. Like most demons, he preferred action to dreaming.
Then he’d set eyes on her. During a midnight stroll through that place between hell and heaven known as the Midland, he’d passed by the forbidden garden, a repulsive spot filled with flowers, green trees, and crystalline pools. Urbane always walked by as quickly as possible. This time he’d heard laughter, sickening sweet yet too alluring to resist. A glance past the alabaster gate and he’d been lost.
The chestnut-haired beauty frolicking in the lake, her tall, curvaceous body naked with its flawless skin glistening in the moonlight, sent a ripple of pure desire down his spine. His cock swelled and ached, longing to impale her lush body, feel her wet cunt pulsing around it.
He’d stepped closer to the gate and stared with unabashed desire. He grasped the white metal bars, ready to force his way inside, then a wave of disgust washed over him.
Obviously she was a good spirit, some sort of angel, most likely. Better to stay away from the likes of them. Whenever a fiend took up with one of them, he either lost himself to dreaded goodness or else faced the heaven’s wrath. They didn’t take well to their sweet spirits being ravaged. Not that Urbane feared them. If he wanted this alabaster beauty, he would take her.
Then she glanced toward him and gasped, her large dark eyes wide with surprise. A hint of anger shone in her expression before she turned away, long tendrils of hair clinging to her slender back. She glanced at him over her shoulder and Urbane smiled wickedly at the lust shining in her eyes. It seemed even her kind weren’t immune.
He could have taken her then. Seduced and left her, but something stopped him. A tugging at his… heart? With a savage growl, he’d left the garden and traveled to earth where he immersed himself in the willing flesh of mortal whores. No indulgence, from wild sex to substances that over-stimulated body and mind, could erase the angel’s image from his thoughts. He’d made it his duty to learn everything about her. Her name was Evangeline.
Because of her he found no rest, no pleasure. No matter how much blood he shed, both of others and his own, he could not forget her. He needed her, not just in body, but in soul.
The lord of evil sensed his dilemma and summoned him to the black throne where Urbane knelt, trembling not with fear but with longing. His master would obliterate him now, and he would finally be free of her.
The essence of evil is passing over. The evil lord’s raspy voice grated inside Urbane’s tortured mind. With him goes the dreaded essence of good. As you know, a member of our realm must join with one from the heavens so that good and evil meld and the order of the universe remains intact.
“Yes, my master,” Urbane said and lifted his gaze to the evil one’s lifeless white eyes. His head throbbed painfully with anticipation. His master was about to curse him with hell’s worst torment and by all that was evil, Urbane wanted it.
You are already tainted by a breath of goodness, Urbane. You may deny it and remain in our realm, or surrender to your pathetic weakness and be exiled forever.
His demonic soul clung to hell, but some unfamiliar force prompted him to say, “I will carry on the order of the universe, my master, but only if I may name my bride.”
A sinister smile spread over the evil lord’s blood red lips. Speak her name and souls everywhere, above and below, shall hear your proposal. Think carefully before you do. Hell’s doors shall close forever to your weak, repulsive soul, and heaven shall never have you.
Urbane’s cold heart pounded mercilessly in his chest. He resisted the urge to moisten lips that had suddenly gone dry. The image of the chestnut-haired beauty naked in the pool made his cock throb with a need he could no longer deny.
My time is short, Urbane. What is your decision?
He drew a deep breath and as he released it spoke a single word. “Evangeline.”
Urbane’s thoughts spun with the memory of that moment and of the short time later when a messenger had arrived to say the angel had accepted his proposal.
Amidst the stony ground in front of him was a black pool, its surface muted by fog. With a wave of his hand, the pool revealed his bride preparing for the ceremony to be held that very night.
His lips parted as he watched her comb her long, thick hair before stepping into a white porcelain tub of perfumed water.
With a flicker of firelight, the demon Hadrian appeared beside him. Over the centuries, he and Hadrian had spent much time in each other’s company, reveling in their wicked deeds. Hadrian had made it plain he disagreed with Urbane’s decision to marry.
“Staring at the one who stole your balls?” the demon goaded.
“My balls are very much intact,” Urbane replied and snatched Hadrian by the throat so quickly the other demon had no time to react. Urbane squeezed hard and Hadrian’s eyes bulged.
“I’d rather have you pop my head off than see you lose your tainted soul to that angel,” Hadrian sputtered.
Urbane considered doing just that — popping off Hadrian’s ugly head. At least it would be a fun sendoff from hell and it wouldn’t matter all that much in the scheme of things, since Hadrian would simply regenerate a new head.
After releasing the wicked little pest, Urbane turned back to watching Evangeline.
“You’ll lose part of your evil because of her,” Hadrian continued.
“Fucking her, even for eternity, will not change the core of who I am,” Urbane stated, mostly to reassure himself that it was true. Already he felt annoying changes inside him. Feelings of, the devil forbid, tenderness. He longed to see Evangeline’s curvy body writhing beneath him in waves of orgasmic pleasure.
“Mark my words, Urbane, you will lose part of your evil. You will forget what you really are, but she will not.” Urbane glared at Hadrian who curled his lip and continued, “She will never forget you are from hell. You will lose yourself to her and she will despise you for eternity.”
“Get out of my sight.”
“I said –”
Urbane’s hand snapped out and this time he squeezed hard enough to send Hadrian’s head shooting skyward. Blood spurted from the demon’s neck, dousing Urbane in a burning red shower. A smile on his lips, Urbane closed his eyes and licked droplets of the bitter liquid. It seemed every groom deserved at least one drink at his bachelor party.
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