Maxine wouldn’t appreciate a visit from a succubus, especially one being tracked by a detective. But I didn’t have a choice. I needed help. Even if that meant getting help from a nun.

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Enough bickering, ladies,” Zack said. “Let’s— hey, is that blood?” He asked, pointing to my jeans. Attention span of a moth…

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I jerked my phone out of my pocket and took a sharp left to follow the bold green line. I didn't fail to notice my walking icon had been replaced with a bicycle. Stupid Google. Doesn't have a "Succubus on Steroids" setting.

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He swayed side-to-side, fighting against my compulsion.   I smiled sweetly, leaning in and grazing my nail across his cheek. “You understand?” Skin contact made it solid. His shock melted into a gooey grin.

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Silvia, with her long gorgeous hair sprawled across the pillow, was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. Her breasts bunched up like they were stuck in a corset made by Derek’s weight, the good bits hidden by his muscular arm. I’d gotten more than an eyeful in the mystical aura of the Blood Stone, but craved to see if she was really that perfect in the stark reality of dawn. Derek closed his eyes, settling around his wife with a satisfied sigh and his arm slipped. My heart leapt and I bit my lip. Yep. Definitely perfect.

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My watch buzzed and told me I had ten minutes left to live. I turned my wrist to glance at it. Yep. This sucks.

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