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Two-time USA Today Bestselling Author Cyndi Faria writes hot, heart-warming paranormal romance and also sexy contemporary romance. Her stories are well known for their twist-turns you’ll never see coming and happily ever after endings you crave.
“Cyndi Faria. 5 STARS!!! Oh my goodness!!! (S)eriously one of the best romances I have read!! No joke. That very first page pulled me into their world. Cyndi painted me a world so amazing that I did not want to leave at all. The action in the book kept me on the edge of my seat and there was never a dull moment. Every page is filled with captivating words that will draw you right in. And talk about twists!! I must have said OH MY GOD more than a couple of times.”
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On and off her sexy romance pages, this California country girl isn’t afraid to dirty her hands caring for rescued fur babies. When Cyndi isn’t spending time with her fictional characters, plotting with fellow authors, or planning her next writing retreat, she’s enjoying her family beachside, walking her furry family members, and gathering ideas for her next novel. And connecting with fans!
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Fugitive Demon
Queen of the Damned
LA Fox
About Fugitive Demon
Finding out I was a demon was a huge shock. But when I finally stumble onto the truth about my family, I realise the crappy day I was having was about to go down the toilet completely. Who knew being royal would be a sin?
Chapter One
I knew, from the deepest, darkest pits of my stomach, that this was a bad idea. You know those premonitions you get but completely ignore? Yeah, it was one of those. But I needed chocolate, and that overruled common sense. So I left the house—and the partial sanctity of my fucked up family—to venture out.
I walked around the small convenience store, piling my goodies into a bag and deciding to get out of the place ASAP. Nothing bad would happen. It was just my over active imagination on a very crappy day.
But leaving was easier said than done when you had an old lady talking about her piles in front of you in the checkout line.
I so didn't want to hear how the doctor had to poke those bitches back in. I turned, throwing a bag of popcorn into my basket, too. Comfort food.
"Lalalalalala," I sung, mentally counting anything in my immediate eye-line to stop me from focusing on this dotty old lady.
Finally, she moved away from the counter, and I emptied the load of stuff to be checked out, cursing the lack of self-checkout machines in this place. The young female cashier looked up at me as I arranged it all just so and took out my reusable bag from my pocket.
"Time of the month, huh?" Her cutesy, sing-song voice was just a little too saccharine for my liking. I wanted to stick my finger in her eye. I refrained.
"Nope, just hungry." I watched as her hands worked automatically, pushing the goods through the till and down to the packing area.
The cashier's eyebrows shot to her bleached blonde hairline. "If I ate all this stuff, I'd be as big as a house and one giant zit."
She whizzed through the remaining stuff as I glared at her. I wasn't in the mood for this shit. So I loosened my face out of my scowl and made myself giggle. She looked up at me as I zapped my card on the contactless contraption. "Yeah, you probably would. It doesn't affect me all," I lied, trying not to pull my tight jeans out of my arse for the fiftieth time that night.
The woman blushed, and I smiled, as I gathered my purchases. "Have a good night," I chirped. My smile dropped a moment later, and I needed my chocolate more than ever. Bitch. There should be rules about not talking to people at three am.
The foreboding feeling returned as I made my way to my car. I glanced around, but knew I was completely alone in the small car park. I quickened my pace, anyway. It was simply my restless imagination, that was all.
I was metres away from my car when it happened.
What the fuck happened, I have no idea. But one second, I was alone, the next, I wasn't.
A humongous man appeared in front of me, just like that. Like, abracadabra, hottie alert.
"What the fuck?" I stumbled, almost dropping my food. And I stared. A lot. I couldn't help it. This man looked like he was right off the set of a fantasy film where they get naked a lot.
The man quirked his eyebrow, and my panties twisted right there. I was fairly sure this was a dream. Maybe I'd already eaten my chocolate haul, and this was a sugar overload hallucination.
"You're Carina." His voice was deep, sexy, and perfect. And also so very familiar. I searched my brain, but nothing came up.
"Who the hell are you?" I said at last, noting how I sounded breathless. Get it together, Rina.
A nervousness tickled the back of my neck. This fucker appeared out of thin air in front of me, and he knew my name. And I was completely in lust with him and his broad shoulders and touchable forearms, and the way his dirty blond hair fell across his forehead, and...
Stop. Stop it, you moron.
"I like this incarnation.
