A Shadowfae novella
Previously published in the HEX APPEAL anthology
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Sexy con-artist Lena Falco isn't a witch, not
technically. She uses her cache of stolen magic
tricks to seduce and bedazzle her marks. When
she's hired by a demon to steal a cursed magical
amulet from a monstrous tower in Hell, it must be
her lucky day.
The prize? A single wish—whatever she wants.
The catch? There's competition: Ethan Benford,
swordsman and enchanter, arrogant, maddeningly
sexy and the only incorruptible man in town.
Lena's been burnt before by Ethan's easy charm,
and she vows he'll meet his match this time. But
is ultimate power worth betraying the only man who
truly believes in her?
Cover art by Ida Jansson
Read on for a snippet...
The blond vampire lounging against the mirrors
had been ogling me for the past five minutes, the
way a shark cruises for tasty meat. Designer
jeans, diamond earstuds, dark eyes sunken with
hunger. A perfect mark.
I tossed him a flirty smile, twisting a
purple-dyed curl around my finger. Dark music
throbbed in my blood, the raw metal of guitars and
drums. Around me, dancers writhed, a snakepit of
slick rainbow limbs, glowing fairy wings, the
scarlet flash of vampire eyes. The sultry air
coated my skin, dusted with fairy wing-glitter and
thick with the scents of sweat and sex. Unseelie
Court at midnight, the hottest, coolest, most
dangerous nightclub in town.
Glamours clashed and sparked, electric, the
glass-spun veil of magic that hid the supernatural
from ordinary human eyes. I fingered the woven
wire pendant around my neck. It was warm to the
touch, spells pulsing. Thanks to my pendant, I
could see through glamour, and unlike most of the
club's clientele, my vampboy admirer was just what
he appeared—hungry, horny and impatient.
I touched up my cherry-cola lipstick and stalked
over, sparkling a little spellsweet seduction into
I'm not a bloodwhore, understand. If I had a card,
it'd say Lena
Falco, troublemaker for hire, caster of petty
hexes and spells, no job too crappy. But
I'd just spent my last twenty on a couple of stiff
drinks—so sue me, I'd had a shitty day—and I had
rent and protection to pay. When business is slow,
you gotta broaden your skill set. The bloodsucking
mobsters who run this town aren't known for their
patience. And neither am I.
I tossed my hair over my shoulder, letting it
shimmer under glittersmoked lights, and my mark's
gaze drilled me crimson every step of the way.
Handsome brute, too, blond curls and dark lashes,
muscles shining in sweat under his frayed shirt.
Good for me. Bad for him. A less confident guy
will assume I'm conning him and ask how much, but
the hot ones think it's perfectly reasonable when
a violet-haired vixen in a shiny blue corset and
black leather hot pants makes a pass.
This guy? Mr. Tall-blond-and-screw-me-now? Easy
I stopped a foot away, cocking my hip to show off
my fishnet-clad legs. The mirrors reflected us
both, vamp and human—I know, boring but true—and I
made sure I gave him my sultriest smile. "Looking
for something tasty?"
"Found it." The vamp grinned, fangs glinting. His
cheeks glowed with feverthirst. When vampires
don't feed, the virus slowly eats into their
brains, and they get manic and greedy. This guy
looked like he'd abstained a few days past his
manners' expiry date.
"Then come get it." I traced a finger along his
sweat-slick collarbone, and he wrapped my hair
around his fist and pulled me in tight. His lips
burned my throat, eager fangs already stinging
hot. His heartbeat echoed in my blood. He pressed
his tongue over my vein, making a soft spot to
bite. Eww. This so better be worth it...
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