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DEMONIC PERSUASION
Prophesies Implied, #1
Print Length: 253 pages
Publisher: Mahalia Levey
Publication Date:
March 22, 2014
ASIN: B00J6S995O
Born of a Navajo healer and a high-level prince of Hell,
Fatal is forced to return to her mother’s tribe to study their healing arts,
away from demon hands. But, with her tutelage comes cruel segregation and
disrespect. When her life suddenly comes under demon attack, she’s cast away from
the only home she knows. Exiled, Fatal sets out armed with her knowledge and
fighting skills to annihilate any threat against her.
Oracle by birth, Prince Orobus rules as his Liege commands,
until intel comes his way providing him with images of his mate’s participation
at a seedy club, well known for it’s sexual domination fight pit. Incensed,
he’s thrust in the fight of his life—to claim his woman. Come Hell or high
water, he will take care of what is rightfully his, even if it means making her
face both sides of her heritage and teaching her there is no shame.
Tag Words: Native American Romance/ Paranormal/Demonic/Erotic/Light
Bondage/ Dark Punishment by whip/Anal Sex/Voyeurism
Excerpt:
With a sense of ease, Fatal ambled down the darkened
streets, gaining blatant glances as well as a few admiring stares.
“Hey sexy.” An unkempt male with brown crooked teeth and
greasy hair grabbed his crotch and wiggled his tongue at her as she passed.
A shudder went through her as she steered clear of him. Once
she’d hit puberty, the males she grew up with treated her different. In
privacy, they’d single her out, pretending to want a friendship, only to say
they fucked the freak, as if she couldn’t hear their hurtful words. The females
her age acted far crueler than their counterparts. Bad omens had few friends,
no dates or boyfriends. People in her hometown hadn’t hesitated to ask her for
advice or to chant with them when it suited their needs. She lived in solitude,
with the exception of occasional visits from her grandfather, Sani, and Taima,
her mentor. Pushing her musings aside, she moved through an alleyway that broke
off to the next major street.
The darkness encroached without as much as a whisper of sound.
No telltale wind blowing discarded trash along the road, horns honking, or the
zoom of cars passing by. Silence surrounded her, unsettling in such a
night-busy town. She turned to head south when the flash of bright red color
caught her eye. Intrigued, she meandered down a side street, arriving at a
demonic-looking, gargoyle-protected granite structure. An eerie crimson-red
sign hung above thick vault doors with the words “Demonic Persuasion” in black
paint. She’d heard of the club. It catered to just about anyone’s needs.
Fatal stepped into the female line. An eon later, she
reached the entrance of the club, flashing a smile at the doorman. When he
didn’t move or speak, she shifted on her heels and pursed her lips.
“The fee’s ten bucks.”
Fatal dug in her boot, her gaze straying to the bunched
biceps peaking out of his black T-shirt then roving over his cut physique. Her
mouth watered, and her girly parts tingled. She played off his affect on her.
Slapping the cash into his hand, she smiled. “Happy now?”
“I’ll be when you check your weapons, if it's even possible
for you to have anything hidden underneath that getup.” His gaze swept over her
black corset and micro-miniskirt, lingering a little too long on where she'd
cinched up her cleavage.
“Oh, you’d be surprised what one can hide against near-naked
skin. My name’s Ackchetta, most call me Fatal.” Smirking, she hiked up her
skirt. Buried between her thighs were two small blades. Thin metal stars she'd
concealed on her hipbones slid into her palms without effort. Annoyed, she
dropped them in his outstretched hand. “There you go. I want them returned,
though.”
“The one behind your back, too, sweet stuff.”
What, did he have X-ray vision? His droll expression did
nothing to alleviate the naked discomfort without her weaponry. “Aren't you
going to be polite and tell me your name?”
“No.”
When he spun her around and tapped the slender weapon, her
hackles rose.
“No one said you could touch.” Letting out a growl, she
removed the extra-slim blade hidden under her corset top.
“My club, my rules. No fighting, no weapons, and no magic—if
you know any.”
“I think I can behave myself for a few hours.”
He sent a dazzling smile her way then turned to a young
woman. Dropping her weapons into an outstretched hand, he whispered into the
sleek brunette woman’s ear.
Fatal narrowed her eyes. “It’s rude to whisper.”
“Follow Marzena. She’ll take you to the weaponry hold and
issue you a ticket.”
“I still didn’t catch your name.”
“I know.”
Rude and hot. About to turn away, her breath hitched when the shimmering
tattoos sprang to life on his skin. From head-to-toe, he stole her breath. Long
black hair touched his shoulders. When he smiled, his blue eyes sparkled. Thick
muscles bunched with every movement. Long legs and muscular thighs encased in
black trousers brought a silent moan of want to her lips. She’d never ached
like this. She stole a look at his goatee, wondering how it’d feel scraping
across her face, his breath on her mouth before he kissed her with the same
intensity he stared at her with. She’d sell her soul to have those lips on
hers, to touch his once-broken, too-many-times-healed, nose.
While they were walking, Fatal glanced over her shoulder to
continue drinking in the handsome man.
Marzena stopped at the station for weapons, secured them,
and wrote out a ticket.
“Here.” She handed the paper to Fatal. “When you’re done
eye-fucking my boss, I’ll show you around the club.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Being smart
and sassy with a great sense of humor comes easily for Mahalia Levey. An avid
reader of books, she found herself enchanted with disappearing completely into
the worlds authors created. One day she vowed to herself she’d be one of them.
Then family life came, and college right after. Swayed from her childhood
course of action, it took many years for her to get back to that place she
held dear as a child. Now she is running full steam ahead to keep up with the
many ideas flowing freely. She plans on taking her work to higher levels and expanding
her genres. Her main focus is giving her readers variety. Her works in progress
include paranormal, fantasy and mainstream romance. Taking characters and
watching them grow past what she’s imagined is her true passion.
Connect with Mahalia:
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/hales3000
TOUR GIVEAWAY:
GRAND PRIZE: winners choice of either a Kindle Paper-white
($129.00 value) or Kindle Fire ($139.00 value) US RESIDENTS ONLY
First Place Runners-up: Three (3) swag envelopes-
2 US Residents and 1 International
2nd Place Runner-up: one eBook from
Mahalia's backlist (excluding Demon Persuassion)
open internationally
5 comments:
wow!! This looks and sounds fantastic :) Thanks so much for sharing!
Sounds like an awesome read .Cant wait to snag a copy .Hope everyone has a great day.
Love the sound of the book. It's a new author for me and I am eager to read.
hmmm. Interesting premise, I will be looking forward to this read.
An amazing story line. Unique!!
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