Masters of the Demon Realm Fantasy Hot Romance *****: Damon

Love TVs Lucifer? A Hot Tantalising Romance.

NOTE TO If you love the work of Anna Hackett and Eve Langlais you will love this. This is a paranormal fantasy hot sparking romance filled with hot sex, strong dominant men and sexy females. It’s gritty, confrontational and steam will be coming out of your ears. Enjoy!

This novel is written mainly in British English, with Americanisms and slang from both languages.

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Damon, the leader of his race here on earth. A Prince of the Demon Realm. A Realm where no humans but those who'd sold their souls existed. Slaves. Darkness. The price of entry, harm the innocent or ask for a gift. Something beyond your reach. Nothing was freely given and everything came with a price. And too many did. Eternal hell was infinite and overflowing. His uncle's answer? Send his second favorite son along with his generals, to Earth and build an army to stem the tide.

There were too many humans waiting in limbo at his gates and his uncle didn't like it. A thousand years, to Damon's continued annoyance, that didn't turn out so well. His generals liked freedom in the human realm. Liked how eager the humans were to sell their souls. Their houses grew fast and the infighting started. The old tastes for power, not far from the surface. Distrust and greed pitted one against the other. The years progressed so did the skirmishes and fighting. And to the glee of his father, all-out war under the noses of the humans raged. He'd wanted the tide was stemmed and Damon was sick of cleaning up their mess. Trying to keep their world hidden when technology threatened to bring them all out into the open, did Damon finally lose his patience.

He'd spent centuries fixing squabbles and personal insults, to keep the world in check. Punishing those who'd gone too far. Replacing those that had defied him, sending back, those that had perverted their cause. Now, their behavior threatened their very existence on Earth and he would again, have to reign them in. This time, he'd take a leaf out of his father's book. He already owned their souls. Now, they would toe the line or he would have their blood.

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Clair didn't remember much about that night. Her gift for sensing things had saved her. She'd woken up, a voice screaming danger across her mind, the smoke already thick in the house. Alerting her parents, they'd gone for her sister and she'd followed their instructions and ran to the only place that offered safety from the fire. The basement, with its 2ft thick walls and steel door. Only they'd never come for her. He had.

She remembered waking to the door being ripped away and he stood magnificently at the top of the stairs. Fire raged all around him and yet, he stood within it the fire not harming him. It licked at his body until he wiped the smoke and fire away with his hand down to her. Holding it out to her. Clair's tear-stained face, looked up at her angel. No, she recalled, angels didn't live with fire. The Devil did. Scooting back, she could feel him vibrating in the air. It was strangely comforting.

He comes.... The voice told her as he moved towards her stepping down, his hand still out.

"Come child, I will not harm you and those that did this are dead." He knelt and looked down at her intensely. "Your family are gone, but I will protect you now." And in that moment, she knew he had not lied to her. She could sense it. And rose walking towards him. As she reached him he picked her up and held her close. Safe. She felt safe at last. And as he turned the fire and smoke moved away from them. Allowing them to pass.

Clair looked up at the handsome large and strong man holding her ever so carefully. "Are you the Devil?" she whispered not hiding her awe. He smiled, seeming unconcerned for the smoke and fire raging around them.

"No child, that would be my Uncle."