Title: Vein Of Love
Author: R. Scarlett
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 16, 2016
Three centuries ago, Molly Darling’s ancestors signed a contract in blood—daemon blood—to protect themselves from harm. On the eve she turns nineteen, Molly leaves for her birthday party against her parent’s wishes, sick of their warnings about her “betrothal to a demon.”
Except that she’s very much betrothed, and he’s very much a demon—one who’s only agreed to the nuptials to steal Molly’s ancient daemon powers. Brash, arrogant, and built like a Greek god, Tensley Knight keeps showing up to save Molly from otherworldly attacks, only to insult her a moment later.
As Molly learns more about the demon world, she realizes two things: that her family’s safety depends on a successful marriage, while any chance of freedom she’ll ever have calls for Tensley’s demise.
Yet sometimes Molly spots a tortured soul beyond those liquid grey eyes, and there’s no denying the way her skin tingles when Tensley touches it. In Vein of Love, safety requires sacrifice, foe becomes lover, and one must decide whether to kiss…or to kill.
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“What are you doing?” His dark, classic suit was smoothed, ironed to perfection, and if someone had told her he was a demon, she would have laughed. He looked far too good in a suit.
“Uh, I was just waiting for you,” she stammered.
He cocked a brow. “Waiting for me?”
She hummed an answer, too nervous to speak. “Are you, uh, heading out?” She eyed his three-piece suit.
His relaxed posture turned to steel. “A work matter.” Grey eyes scanned her damp hair and she drew in a deep breath at the incredible sensation he made her feel. Stop it. “I don’t have to go right away. The people there”—he visibly swallowed—“aren’t as entertaining as you.”
Her heart soared and quickly plummeted. Do not allow him to suck you in—ugh, don’t use the word ‘suck’. The edge of the scissors’ blade dug into her palm.
With a smile, Tensley stepped closer until he was towering over her petite figure. He eyed her with curiosity. “What are you hiding?”
Molly’s heart thudded, her grip loosening on the scissors from perspiration.
A corner of his lips quirked. “What are you hiding behind your back, Ms. Darling?” He reached a hand out to grasp her wrist.
She panicked and without thinking, sliced through his shirt.
About The Author
From studying English literature and minoring in History, she loves losing herself in a good book and snuggling up to her Brittany Spaniel. When she’s not writing or plotting a delicious novel, she can be found hanging out with friends and family, going on long car rides, exploring small towns, or watching reruns of Sex and the City.