Demon's Mark
Chapters (37)
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BRANDED
Make sure you read BRANDED - the sinfully sexy beginning to Selma’s demon experiences.
Summary
He is everything she fears - She is everything he needs.
On the run from the demon hell-bent on possessing her, Selma Lehmann finds herself in the hands of a far more dangerous enemy.
Lord Protector Kain is ruthlessly handsome, brutally savage—and exactly the fate she’s feared since the day she learned what kind of creatures hunt her from the shadows. They call her a Breeder, and there’s only one thing a demon Lord could want from her… But if she’s ever going to reclaim her freedom, she will have to trust the monster who swears to protect her from his own kind.
Kain never wanted a mate—only pain awaits a demon foolish enough to give his heart to a human.
When tantalizing Selma lands in his lap, he knows his duty is to put her to auction and return his focus to the war threatening to bring his entire race to its knees.
Yet every instinct in his body roars to make her his, and he’ll have to choose. His heart—or her soul?
To get Selma’s full story, make sure you read BRANDED before delving into this sinfully delicious demon Romance.
Please note: this book has previously been released as a 6-part serial under the same name.
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1
Kain
At first, Kain had no idea why the woman with the dirty walnut hair drew his attention the moment she stepped foot in the dingy bar.
He’d been lost in his thoughts, planning the scouting mission he’d be taking a handful of his best warriors on in a few hours, when he spotted her. She was practically creeping along the wall to the most secluded booth she could find.
Kain’s gaze slipped from the crude map of the industrial center he was drawing on a napkin, where his scouts had spotted female demons a few times. He tracked the human girl as she pressed into the booth as if trying to meld into the shadows.
She was a scared-looking little thing, seemingly in her twenties and dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, with long dark hair and bangs that nearly covered her eyes—completely unremarkable in every way.
Yet there was something about her that nagged at the edges of his consciousness, poking and prodding, like forgotten lyrics to a melody playing on loop in his mind.
Irritated, he narrowed his eyes as he watched her order her food from a bored-looking waitress. She fidgeted and didn’t look the other woman in the eyes, slender fingers playing nervously with the edges of the menu, and when she was alone again she curled in on herself as if she hoped she’d become one with the wallpaper.