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There are worse things to lose than one’s good name.
Demons of Elysium, Book 2
Belphagor can seduce demons with a look and bring angels to their knees with a single motion, but when it comes to being in love, the Prince of Tricks is out of his element.
At every turn, Vasily rebels against the discipline he claims to want, even refusing to use his safe word. But when Belphagor uses a scheme to shut down an underage brothel to test Vasily’s limits, he loses Vasily’s trust along with the boys he intended to set free.
Uncovering a smuggling ring that spans two worlds, Belphagor calls on a team of Nephilim mercenaries to rescue the “Lost Boys” from earthly gangsters. But his relationship seems beyond repair—and a heartbroken Vasily beyond his reach in the arms of a sensual demon named Silk.
Belphagor has more than enough grand schemes up his sleeve to bring down the smuggling ring for good. But when it comes to putting things right with Vasily, his bag of tricks is empty. Except for trust…and a plan to teach his boy a lesson neither will soon forget.
Contains two strong-willed lovers who will test the theory that without air, there can be no fire. Expect plenty of smoke, more than a few mirrors, and an old-fashioned Russian duel. You may need a shot of vodka when you’re done reading this one!
386 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 29, 2014
"I can't make you come back to me. But I imagine it every night. Bound and gagged and at my mercy while I use you for my pleasure. And this new look of yours, the wild, painted eyes... You look feral, like a creature who needs to be chained and caged, or a barbarian to be broken with cruelty, raging against the humiliation I choose to inflict, helpless against the pain I mete out."
“Because, malchik.” Belphagor looked up. “I love you so much, sometimes I think it will kill me.”
“You’re confusing me,” Vasily whispered.
“That’s all right,” said Belphagor. “You’re confusing me too.” He stepped back, hooked his fist into the center of the mesh shirt and pulled Vasily down to take his mouth in a hard, angry kiss that made him tingle with elemental fire. “We’ll figure it out.”
“No, it’s him,” Khai confirmed. “He just burned off one of my nuts with his eyes.”
“Please don’t engage him,” said Belphagor. “Phaleg, it’s your play.”
Khai squirmed in his seat. “I’m not engaging him; he’s burning my nuts off.”
“What’s wrong?” Khai murmured in his ear. “Feeling the hot seat? Not so funny when it’s your own nuts, is it?”