Personal Demon (Women of the Otherworld)
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In her acclaimed Women of the Otherworld series, Kelley Armstrong has created a scintillating realm where the supernatural and the human coexist on the edge of darkness, romance, and eternity. Now Armstrong tells the captivating tale of a young woman with an insatiable lust for danger. She can’t help it. It’s in her blood.
Tabloid reporter Hope Adams appears to live the life of an ordinary working girl. But in addition to possessing the beauty of a Bollywood princess, Hope has other unique traits. For she is a half demon—a human fathered by a demon. And she’s inherited a hunger for chaos. Naturally, when she’s chosen by a very dangerous group for a very dangerous mission that will take her through Miami’s hot spots, she jumps at the chance. But Hope is a little too good at this job. And soon she’s in a little too deep. To save herself, she’ll have to unleash her most primal instincts—and open herself, mind and body, to everything she most fears . . . and desires.
return to my father’s side. I lifted a finger and checked my cell phone. Three text and two voice messages. None of them from Paige. She was back at the hotel, working. Work she could have done from any office in the building. But since yesterday—since I’d agreed with my father’s plan—there’d been a distance between us that I knew I wasn’t imagining. I’d text messaged her an hour ago, asking her to join me for lunch. No answer yet. I closed the phone and motioned for the guard to open Jasper’s
can use, unless it’s blackmailing the husband over the mistress, but if the wife already knows…” “Too complicated. Guy likes the short-term con and I think I know where he’ll want us to go with this. Head back to Max and Tony. Tell them I’m in the john. I’ll talk to Bianca.” WHILE JAZ WAS gone, Tony took a call. A simple “Yeah…yeah…okay…see you then.” I guessed it was Bianca or Guy, telling him what was going on. He swung over to the other side of the woman in the red dress and started joking
couldn’t turn down any opportunity to hang out with the gang, and get them talking about the Cabals. “Uh, sure.” I looked at Jaz. “If that’s okay with you?” “We’re in,” he said, then lowered his voice to me. “Rain check for tomorrow?” I smiled. “Definitely.” WE ATE IN the bar, Max and Tony having dragged a small table over to a booth so we’d all fit. They’d brought the pizza, but Guy sprung for a twelve-pack of beer, taking it from the back and carefully noting it in his accounts. The beer
kissed him. His lips parted against mine in a kiss as sweet as any I’d hoped for when I had been sixteen, fending off insistent hands and wet lips, dreaming of something a little more…genteel. We kissed until a noise from the hall made me pull back. I opened the door and peeked out. It was just Max making his rounds of the second floor. An exchange of thumbs-up and he went on his way. Jaz still sat where I’d left him. “I don’t suppose you have any more jewelry I can steal.” I took back my
among post-capture utterances, second in popularity only to “I didn’t do it.” “It wasn’t my idea,” he said. “Where’s Carlos?” I asked. “If I knew—” His teeth clicked shut, expression closing down. “I want immunity.” Griffin’s fist hit his jaw with a thwack. Paige covered a wince by looking away. “Mr. Cortez asked you a question,” Griffin said. “I—I want immunity.” The demand fell into a plea, blood dripping down his chin. If he could still talk, though, the blow had been softer than it