Title: Demon Q
Author: Marie Johnston
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Which one is the beauty and which is the beast?
Xan is used to going it alone. After all, there’s no one else to trust when you’re a demon in the underworld. But when the only two people she’s ever cared about are snatched and held to ensure her good behavior, she’ll do anything to get them back. So when she’s ordered to spy on a hideous, arrogant energy demon, she doesn’t blink…until Quution starts to look less like the enemy and more like salvation.
Quution never cared how ugly his disguise was until Xan started showing up, asking innocuous questions and distracting him with her curves. Now he wishes the beauty knew he wasn’t such a beast. But he won’t let Xan ferret out his secrets. Because he's hiding one that’ll rock the underworld and change the fate of demons forever…if no one stops him first.
The chemistry between them is more than a case of opposites attract. But time’s running out for Xan, and as she gets closer to unraveling Quution’s plans, both will be forced to choose between the destruction of the realms or saying goodbye forever.
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“What do all the vamps call you?” Her purr was too close to his ear. “Q?”
He jerked his head up. She was leaning over, her gaze dropping to the tome he was reading and back up to his eyes.
“Yes. Sometimes.” His brother especially. He fought the urge to tell her more. Was that one of her powers? Or just the allure of a beautiful demon?
Funny, he’d thought that with all his studies, he’d fall for a human. A vampire at the very least. Why a demon?
On the desk, she was positioned higher than him, her breasts dangerously at eye level. He forced his gaze to stay up.
She cocked her head and arched a black brow. “Whatcha reading, Q?” Her gaze brushed the page, but a small frown marred her lush lips.
He studied her closely. Not a hardship, but he had to know if she could understand what was on the page.
She couldn’t. Her expression remained blank, though, with a hint of frustration. Since she’d rattled off titles absent from his library, he guessed she couldn’t read many languages, if any at all. Not many demons could. Why educate a population you want to control? had been the former Circle’s attitude.
He wouldn’t be able to read, either, except that having been imprisoned with his mother for much of his early life, he’d learned to pass the time. “I’m catching up on Albrecht Dürer’s theories for the geometrical construction of complex polyhedra.” Watching her reaction, he waited for her to call bullshit.
“Why would you read that?” She brushed a long finger over the page. Was that reverence in her eyes?
Ah. She wanted to know how to read.
He regretted his words before he said them, but they were necessary. “To keep my mind sharp. You should try it sometime.”
She stiffened and slid off the table. “My mind is as sharp as my claws, demon.”
His gaze touched on where her round, muscular ass had been. What he wouldn’t give for just one chance to ogle her properly. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Two main reasons. He’d seen firsthand what unwanted male attention did to a female. And he’d also seen the atrocious fallout of a male trying to pull off full-blooded status and what it had done to him and his mate—and their young.
Xan wasn’t staying away from him no matter how much he tried to evade her, so he’d have to stoop to insults. Because if she was even a little bit receptive to his lack of charm, he might be willing to throw his life’s plans away.
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