A Demon in Love

Release date: 5 May 2014
A Demon in LoveCharles Edison has spent most of his 123 years courting women for Hell. As a faithful son of the demon Gulielmus, he’s never known true affection for women. Which is funny, seeing as how he’s descended from a love god on his mother’s side. Now that he sees his brother falling head over heels, Charles wants the same for himself. He wants to belong to someone.

The Fates conspire to right old wrongs, and Charles learns the woman destined for him is one he shouldn’t want. Marion Wilder’s family has been on the supernatural Most Wanted List for twenty-five years because they were responsible for the demise of a demon. Gulielmus would kill her if he had the chance.

But Marion’s the only human woman Charles can touch without harming. She’s his one chance at having a normal life and a real family, and he would give up anything to keep her. Even his father’s favor.

by Holley Trent

BUY NOWParanormal
Sensuality Level: Sensual

Author Bio:
Holley Trent is a Carolina girl gone West. Raised in rural eastern North Carolina, she currently lives on the Colorado Front Range with her husband, two kids, and two cats. Find Holley Trent at www.holleytrent.com, on Facebook, and on Twitter @holleytrent.


An excerpt from A Demon in Love:

Charles rubbed his hands dry on a rough paper towel and tossed the trash into the bin. He made his way through the tired restaurant and put his shoulder to the door, glad to see Marion remained near her rig.

He’d wanted tonight to be it—no more chasing her, and waiting until she was in just the right place to approach her. He’d want her to feel safe, unthreatened, and that was the only reason he hadn’t engaged her before now.

Okay, that, and maybe he was a little afraid she’d reject him. He was out of practice with the art of simple flirtation. In his trade, he hadn’t needed it.

He eased back into the shadows at the side of the restaurant and watched her kicking the gravel near yet another deflated tire, fists clenched at her sides in rage.

He couldn’t blame her. She’d been going through tires at quite a clip in the past month. They were probably all due to be changed, given the aggressive driving schedule she kept.

When she’d arrived at the station, she hadn’t seemed to have noticed the first flat. She’d parked, nimbly hopped from her rig like some sort of long-haul trucking sprite, and hiked across the icy lot into the restaurant. She’d picked a table next to the window, much to Charles’s viewing pleasure, and shrugged off her puffy coat to reveal a delicate frame and a plaid flannel shirt buttoned all the way up to her clavicle.

She’d sat there for an hour, nursing the only hot meal she’d had all day: a chili cheeseburger and fries drizzled with mayo, not ketchup.

He’d watched her with a quiet curiosity from his shadowy station. How odd his fated match was.

For most of his many years, he’d successfully suppressed the part of him that impelled him to play matchmaker. He knew instantly upon meeting a person if they had a love match, and knew precisely where to direct that person to find him or her. It was a gift he couldn’t turn off, but he could quiet it. He’d done that with alcohol for much of the last century, but recently he’d had to sober up.

Marion lifted her mesh trucker hat, rousing him from his reverie, and raked her short brown hair back from her eyes.

He shifted for a better view. He’d yet to see her head-on in the light. She’d always had her head down or he’d been in a bad position. In his vision, he’d seen her time and time again, but visions weren’t real. He wanted confirmation that she really was that beautiful.