Demonica Book 5
Grand Central Publishing
August 24, 2010
***NAMED ONE OF AMAZON’S TOP 10 ROMANCE BOOKS FOR 2010***
HER TOUCH IS DEADLY
As the only female Seminus demon ever born, master assassin Sinead Donnelly is used to being treated like an outcast. She spent decades enslaved, and now vows she’ll die before she’ll relinquish her freedom again. Then Sin’s innate ability to kill her enemies goes awry: She creates a lethal new werewolf virus that sparks a firestorm of panic and violence.
HIS HUNGER CAN’T BE DENIED
Half-werewolf, half-vampire Conall Dearghul is charged with bringing in Sin to face punishment for the plague. And she’s no stranger: He’s bound to her by blood, and the one sexual encounter they shared has left him hungering for her raw sensuality. Worse, Sin is the underworld’s most wanted and Con soon learns he’s the only one who can help her . . . and that saving her life might mean sacrificing his own.
“Fans of the Demonica series finally get their wish! It’s time for Sin, a seminus demon with a wicked mouth, a nasty profession, a hidden heart of gold and a need for … well, sex, to get her story. She finally meets her match and it’s a wicked ride. Tense, sexy and touching, only Ione can blend such feelings into a comprehensive and complicated story. There’s a lot going on here but Ione pulls it off, giving readers another truly great read.”
—Romantic Times BookClub Magazine, 4 1/2 stars!
“Larissa Ione has outdone herself with her superb story-telling skills. She’s weaved a fascinating world with alluring characters that I love to visit repeatedly.”
—Night Owl Reviews, 5/5 TOP PICK!
“Larissa Ione writes with emotional mastery and totally captures the imagination…Whether this is your initial reading of the Demonica series or the fifth, you will immediately be drawn into the compelling world created by Larissa Ione and never want to leave. SIN UNDONE masterfully portrays scenes with intense feelings while the suspense builds during every heart-pounding scenario.”
—Single Titles.com, 5 Stars!
“Larissa Ione did not disappoint with the final chapter in her Demonica series. Sin Undone is a roller coaster of action, romance, suspense and you never want it to end.”
—Paranormal Haven, 4 1/2 blood drops!
“Come here.” Con’s voice was low and rough, and Sin swung around, her furious glare burning a hole right through him.
“Been there, done that,” he growled. “Now, come here.”
She shot him the bird and started toward the door. “I don’t respond well to orders.”
He was up in a flash, the tube of blood dangling from his arm, and he had her backed against the wall. “Then what do you respond to, little demon? Because right now, I’ve got a mind to turn you over my knee and spank the spoiled hell out of you and see how you respond to that.” Her gasp of outrage was a bright spot in his otherwise shitty day. “Oh, yeah,” he purred, as he wedged his thigh between hers, “you do respond to me. You responded very well to what I spilled inside you.”
When she’d told him couldn’t climax until her partner came first, he’d been surprised. And then he’d made her come. Hard. He could still hear the sound of her panting breaths, could still feel her tight inner muscles clamped around him—
She struck out, but before her fist could knock loose a few of his teeth, she hissed and grabbed her head with both hands as the pain from the anti-violence enchantment that protected the hospital kicked in. She and her siblings were immune, but only if they fought with each other.
“Forgot about the Haven spell, huh?”
“I hate you,” she rasped, and why that made him smile, he had no idea.
More gently than she deserved, he peeled her bleeding hand away from her head and swiped his tongue over the needle puncture. God, she tasted decadent, with a bite like fine brandy, and he couldn’t help but let his tongue linger on her skin. She went taut, slowly releasing her head with her other hand.
Beneath his fingers, the pulse in her wrist pounded, matching his beat for crazy beat. The air between them crackled with sudden heat, and his hips surged as he pressed his palm to her delicate throat, wanting to absorb the sensation of her lifeblood flowing under both his hands.
Ah…damn. Power swamped him as though he’d completed a circuit. She was life. She was death. She was the most dangerous female he’d ever met, and if he was smart, he’d run like hell.
Licking her lips, Sin took a deep, shuddering breath that ended with, “Release me.”
Right now, that was the last thing he wanted to do, but he’d made his point. She might hate him, but she wanted him. How familiar that sounded. Head a little fuzzy and still feeling the buzz of her blood inside his veins, he stepped back, but she surprised him when she caught his wrist.
Her dermoire lit up, and heat spread through his arm. “Just checking your virus levels,” she said, her voice thick with the same lust that coursed through him like syrup. “You really should have drank more.”
He fixed his gaze on her throat and was only half serious when he murmured, “Still can.”
Her eyes glinted with mischief as she eased closer and pressed the length of her body against him. All her soft parts fit perfectly with his hard ones, but then, he’d known that. ”Go for it,” she said, exposing her throat and calling his bluff.
She knew damned good and well that he couldn’t risk taking more blood from her, especially given how he’d lost control earlier. And he wasn’t about to take from her throat. Too intimate, too much contact, and way too much Sin for him.
Funny. Too much sin. That had never been a concern before. He’d spent the majority of his thousand years of life committing all of the sins and inventing new ones.
But this little succubus was killing his people, had made him a carrier of the disease, and her brothers were hyper-protective sons-of-demons who would have his balls on a spit if he fanged and banged her right here, right now.
You did her in a fucking closet.
Yeah, and talk about a mistake. One he wouldn’t mind repeating. Sure, he despised her, but that would keep things interesting in the sack, wouldn’t it?
Images of her clawing his back, biting his neck, fighting him even as she spread her legs for him flooded his brain. A sixth sense told him she’d give as good as she got, would have no trouble keeping up with him even during the worst of the moon fever, when violent matings could kill.
Back off…back off… He took in a ragged breath, desperate to keep control, because although the full moon was two weeks away, Sin’s blood had forced a high tide in his veins, and every primal urge was starting to rage.
Besides, there wasn’t a breed of succubi out there that didn’t steal something. Whether it was your seed, your soul, your life-force, or your heart, they sucked something out of you and rarely gave back.
Sin definitely did not strike him as the giving kind.
The door flew open with a bang. Still hopped up with feral instincts, Con pivoted, fangs bared, to face the threat.
Wraith strode inside, his loose gait deceptively relaxed. Deceptive, because his bright gaze was predatory; he was fully aware of what he’d walked in on, and Con knew the cagey bastard well enough to know he’d file away the information and use it when it was to his advantage.
“Smurfette,” he drawled, his eyes focused on Con. “E needs you in the ER. Warg came in, circling the drain.”
Sin scowled. “Circling the drain?”
“Dying,” Con gritted out. “He’s dying.”
Wraith nodded. “Time to see if you can save lives instead of just taking them.”