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Blurb:
Jenna is a succubus, a creature that feeds upon lust and sexual energy. And she's good at her job. Who wouldn't be after 700 years? When Terry tries to pick her up in a bar, she takes him back to her place for a night literally straight out of his dreams.
Excerpt:
He – Barry? Terry? It mattered little – had been easy enough to entice back to the apartment. They always were. After seven centuries of practise, Jenna was confident she could entice anyone, male or female.
The man – let’s say Terry – swaggered through the door of the apartment like he had a choice in the matter. He didn’t, of course. As soon as he’d fed her the first chat up line in the bar, she let her magics do their work. He glanced around at the decor, and Jenna took the opportunity to appraise what she’d be fucking.
Six feet tall, with arms that bulged in all the right places. His straw blond hair was cropped short, but long enough to run a hand through, if not to grab hold of, and his blue eyes were bright as a clear sky. More importantly, his jeans left nothing to the imagination, and Jenna was pleased to see more than enough cock was stashed away behind the tight denim.
“Nice place,” he said with a confident smile.
“It keeps the rain off my head.” She gestured to the leather sofa. “Sit.”
It wasn’t a request. She pushed a tiny bit of her will into the word, and as a result Terry couldn’t have refused even if he wanted to. He dropped onto the seat and watched her as she poured herself onto the seat next to him. His gaze slid from her eyes to the pale skin of her neck, then paused for a long moment on her chest before sliding down to her leather pants. She let him look, then placed a finger under his chin and lifted his head and fixed his stare.
“Let’s see what I’ve got to work with,” she muttered.
He – Barry? Terry? It mattered little – had been easy enough to entice back to the apartment. They always were. After seven centuries of practise, Jenna was confident she could entice anyone, male or female.
The man – let’s say Terry – swaggered through the door of the apartment like he had a choice in the matter. He didn’t, of course. As soon as he’d fed her the first chat up line in the bar, she let her magics do their work. He glanced around at the decor, and Jenna took the opportunity to appraise what she’d be fucking.
Six feet tall, with arms that bulged in all the right places. His straw blond hair was cropped short, but long enough to run a hand through, if not to grab hold of, and his blue eyes were bright as a clear sky. More importantly, his jeans left nothing to the imagination, and Jenna was pleased to see more than enough cock was stashed away behind the tight denim.
“Nice place,” he said with a confident smile.
“It keeps the rain off my head.” She gestured to the leather sofa. “Sit.”
It wasn’t a request. She pushed a tiny bit of her will into the word, and as a result Terry couldn’t have refused even if he wanted to. He dropped onto the seat and watched her as she poured herself onto the seat next to him. His gaze slid from her eyes to the pale skin of her neck, then paused for a long moment on her chest before sliding down to her leather pants. She let him look, then placed a finger under his chin and lifted his head and fixed his stare.
“Let’s see what I’ve got to work with,” she muttered.
