GENRE: Paranormal Romance, Dark Fantasy
Ben wants Laura to reconsider staying overnight at Demon’s Grotto, and he has information about the club’s history that should convince her. He tells her three creepy love stories, hoping she will change her mind.
Rise of the Creature: When a mad doctor brings a dead man back to life, only his beautiful assistant can make that life worth living.
The Demon Within: A man on the run stops to rest at a rooming house, not knowing that it’s the hunting ground of a gorgeous succubus bent on devouring handsome guests.
Don’t Cry, Wolf: An ad for a maintenance man at a bed and breakfast is answered by a former soldier who’s harboring a hairy secret. The business’s lovely co-owner becomes involved with this sullen hunk who’s more than she imagined possible.
After hearing these stories of love and murder, will Laura decide to spend the night at Demon’s Grotto?
Holly sat up fast, gasping. She was certain she’d heard an animal howl, almost like it was right beside her. “Declan,” she whispered, reaching for him to find the bed empty. A strangled growl drew her attention partway across the room where Declan stood with his back to her. He was wearing his black shirt again -- or so she thought.
“Declan, are you okay?” She screamed, overcome by terror she’d never felt before.
Declan approached -- except it wasn’t him. His face and body were completely covered in smooth, black hair. Long, pointed ears poked from beneath his shaggy black locks. Amber eyes burned within his hirsute face. The tips of thick, white fangs shone against his full lips.
If this was a nightmare, it was entirely too real, and Holly wasn’t taking any chances. She jumped out of bed and raced toward the door, but even as she reached it, his hand held it shut, and what a hand.
Big. Hairy. Long fingers tipped with sharp claws.
“Oh shit,” Holly said, shaking all over. Her heart pounded so hard she thought she might faint.
“Don’t,” he said, his voice even deeper than usual. “Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you. Love, Holly.”
“Shit,” Holly murmured again, staring into his eyes. “Declan?”
“I am Rogue,” he said.
“And I am terrified.”
“No. Safe with me. Always.” He moved his hand from the door to cup her face.
Holly flinched, but didn’t move. He turned his hand to stroke her cheek with the back of it. His hand was warm, the fur wiry, like that of a wild animal.
He was an animal.
“How did this happen to you?” she asked. “Is this the project you can’t talk about? Is this what the army wants from you?”
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Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, a short erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels.
When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, spending time with her family and pets and running the Compelling Beasts Blog, dedicated to antagonists, antiheroes and paranormal creatures. She also writes under the name Saloni Quinby.
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