Coming in Sept 2018
Dying is hard enough. Coming back to life is brutal.
Grimm’s Circle, Book 5
Vanya has been hunting and killing demons ever since one of them scarred her face and killed her sister. Correction—since she was forced to kill the demon possessing her sister.
Then some sort of angel offers her a deal she can’t refuse—that if she becomes one of them, she gets to kill even more demons. Tonight, she’s made that choice. The death she smells on the air will be her own—and she welcomes it.
Silence feels a darkness is looming. Change—something he has every reason not to welcome. The deeply hidden memories that robbed him of his past, of his own name, render him unfit to teach anyone the ways of the Grimm. Yet here he is in the dankest sex club in town, waiting to assume his charge—after he stands by and watches her die.
When Vanya awakes, their complicated, dangerous dance begins. And so does something else—a searing need that blisters along their unexpected mental connection. Silence shouldn’t be drawn to his student, but once they touch, he can’t think of a reason to stop. Even though acting out their darkest desires puts them in more danger than they realize.
Warning: This book contains sex-starved demons, lonely angels, demon-angel sandwiches, blood, violence, death and a happy-ever-after.
Fatal error.
The second the words left her mouth, she’d known it was a problem.
Silence hadn’t responded—it was as though he hadn’t heard her.
But she knew he had.
It was there between them the next morning.
“So maybe if you’re going to tell a guy you love him, you shouldn’t blurt it out after a bout of rough sex, huh? Or maybe you shouldn’t blurt it out after sex, period.”
Vanya figured there might have been a better way to broach the subject, but she was tired of it lingering there between them. She wanted it dealt with.
Silence, though, he didn’t seem to want to deal with anything. He looked up from the axe he was polishing, let their gazes meet for just a minute. Then he focused on the blade again.
“There is nothing that happened between us last night that you need to worry about.”
“How about the fact that I said I think I’m falling in love with you? And the fact that it’s wigging you out?”
“I’m not wigging out,” he replied. “And you are not falling in love with me. You’re young and—”
Vanya narrowed her eyes. “Don’t,” she said quietly, shoving back from the table.
He shifted his gaze back to her. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t tell me what I feel,” she said. “I’m old enough to decide I can die so I become one of you, and I’m old enough to decide I can have kinky sex, and I’m old enough to know if I’m falling in love or not.”
Irritated and humiliated, she stood and turned away.
He didn’t have to return her feelings. Damn it, she hadn’t expected him to. But he sure as hell didn’t have to be so damned patronizing, either.
“Vanya—”
In the doorway, she paused, looking at him over her shoulder.
Just looking at him made her heart clench. Just looking at him made her heart hurt, in a good way, though. It also made her body ache and hunger and throb. She’d hesitated before getting up this morning, and not because she’d blurted out something so embarrassing. But because she’d worried she’d feel self-conscious about what had happened. She hadn’t, though.
She’d stood in the doorway, staring at him.
It wasn’t until he’d looked at her that she became aware of uncomfortable silence caused by what she’d said…yeah, that made things awkward.
Staring into his eyes, she knew she hadn’t been lying last night. If anything, she hadn’t been clear enough. She wasn’t falling in love with him. She was in love with him. She’d been falling in love with him bit by bit, day by day, and she’d known it before he’d brought to life hot, dirty dreams she hadn’t even known she had.
“I know how I feel, Silence. If you don’t like it, fine. You don’t need to like it, and I’m not expecting you to feel the same way, but don’t tell me I don’t know what I feel,” she said quietly.
“You’re young. You’re adjusting to a new life, and right now, I’m all you know—”
She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, bite me.”