Hell's Bounty
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Raven Hart, a bounty hunter for Hell, is on a hunt. With her query in sight, she hits a brick wall, or rather the very hard chest of a giant man. She might have lost the prize for now, but she's a winner when the hottie wants to get physical. Marcus Dionysius, a Nephilim working for Heaven, has one mission - to prevent Hell’s beauty from stealing souls meant for the higher plane. But he soon realizes he’s met his sexual match. She’s naughty enough to tempt his senses, but her innocence means he can’t walk away when she needs him most. Working together to discover who’s snatching souls from Heaven, they realize the true danger is falling in love.
Chapter 1
Mar 31, 2025
Chapter One
Men watched her breeze past them in the lobby of the stately hotel. Raven Hart knew that even though they had checked her out, the men would only remember the hooker shoes, the tight dress revealing her voluptuous body, the masses of red curls, and her ruby-red lips, but they would never be able to identify her.
Tricks of the trade.
She stopped at the doorway into the ultra-modern bar. The glass walls, low leather chairs, and polished chrome tables gave the room the cold ambiance the hotel’s sophisticated crowd craved. She wasn’t one of them, feeling more at home in the neighborhood bar with its mismatched chairs and worn slab tables, but she’d do her job where and when she had to.
Sauntering up to the bar, she asked for a cola, no ice, and slid onto the tall bar stool as the bartender placed it before her. Stirring the drink with her straw, she waited for her prey. Watching the various groups of people laughing and pretending to be intrigued by their friends, she sighed. Raven had never enjoyed the party crowds, preferring to curl up with a good book and a glass of her favorite beverage.
She glanced around the bar, saw no one watching, opened her purse, and pulled out a flask. Twisting it open, she poured hemlock into her glass. After securing the silver bottle of nectar in her purse, she took a sip of the improved beverage. The tangy sensation teased her taste buds. Hemlock killed humans, but it was the nectar of the arch-demons and, being a succubus, she couldn’t live without it.
A giant of a man ducked as he entered the bar, paused, took off his sunglasses, tucked them into his jacket pocket, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. He surveyed the bar, then decided his path. Keeping his head high and his eyes skimming the people, he avoided eye contact with everyone.
She watched him. An undeniable current of electricity pulsed through him. Stopping beside her, he dwarfed her slight stature with colossal height, muscular build that showed through the suit, and an air of confidence that made everyone in the bar notice him. He signaled the bartender for a single-malt whiskey, neat.
Once the drink showed up, he cradled the glass in his immense hands, then nodded at her and took a sip of the golden liquid. Pure ecstasy showed on his face. “You waiting for someone special?”
Raven tried to fight the attraction arcing between them and pooling between her legs. “Everyone is special.”
A smile crept across his generous lips, and humor twinkled in his mocha eyes. “I guess.” He took another sip.
Scanning him from head to toe, she asked, “How tall are you?”
He looked down at her with choirboy eyes and his smile widened. “Seven-five, give or take.”
Running her fingertips around the top of the glass, she surveyed him once more and decided it was more give than take. If Raven didn’t know better, she’d think he was an immortal, but she could usually sense them. Each immortal had a unique aura about them, a distinct imprint whether fae or shifter or undead.
Stopping herself from running her hands up his muscular arms by grabbing her drink and swirling the liquid, she said, “Do you play basketball?”
He grinned. A sure aphrodisiac to any female. “Something like that.” His hot-cocoa eyes darkened. “You know, I’m new in town and was hoping you could show me around.”
Suppressing a laugh, Raven took another sip of her drink. Like all men, he wanted sex and, being a succubus, she expected the inevitable come-on. What she didn’t expect was her attraction to him. “Around what?”
He chuckled and she laughed along with him. “Around whatever you’d like.”
His raw, sexual appeal surrounded her, and the thought of his large dick pounding into her core caused her pulse to quicken, but she had a bounty to catch and work always came first. When her quarry showed up, she needed to be able to move in for the kill. Raven grabbed her cola. “I’ll get back to you on that.” She walked over to a table in the corner, and positioned herself to watch for her prey.
Sensing the smoldering heat of a man watching her, Raven knew the giant never took his eyes off her. Too bad for him, but no way would she be his next conquest to brag about with his teammates in the locker room.
Taking out the small flask from her purse, she added more hemlock to her drink. According to her intel, the target should have been here by now. She looked at her cell, but she hadn’t received any new messages.
A jazz singer breezed in and set her music on the piano. She slipped off her shawl, pulled a bottle of water out of her bag, and smiled at the sparse crowd. Walking over to the bar, she ordered a drink, checked out the giant from head to toe, returning his glance, then headed back to the piano.
Movement at the doorway caught Raven’s attention. Her victim, the senator, with only an entourage of one, entered the bar as if he hoped to keep a low profile. They walked over to a table near the back and sat down. The senator checked out the jazz singer, elbowing his buddy at some shared joke, then continued to scan the room.
Raven stood, looked the senator in the eyes, and then grinned.
His lust-veiled eyes surveyed her body, so she thrust out her chest and raised her finger to her mouth. She didn’t understand why mortal men found sucking a finger titillating, but it always worked.
Her prey ravished her with his eyes. It didn’t turn her on, not the way it had with the giant just a few minutes before. She simply concentrated on finishing the job, nothing more.
According to his bio, the senator’s platform consisted of faith and family. Yet here he was prowling for sex. And for that, he’d pay dearly.
She moved toward him, knowing her skin-tight, red dress would keep his attention focused on her. Smiling, she recounted the sins she’d memorized from his file. Lust, pride, gluttony, and greed—four out of seven of the deadly sins meant he made her hit list.
Raven slid into the empty seat beside the senator. Keeping her voice soft, she said, “Hey.”
He glanced at his friend sitting beside him, the silly smirk on his face made her think he’d just found the toy in the cereal box. “Hey, yourself.”
“Want to buy me a drink?”
The friend grinned as if she’d invited him. She had to get the senator alone. Raising her glass, she swirled the liquid around. “How about your friend going to get me one?”
The friend didn’t like being dismissed, but, just like Raven had hoped, the senator’s fantasy fuck won out over friendship. “Go get the little lady a drink.”
The lackey stood, scowled, and asked mulishly, “What do you want?”
Never taking her eyes off the senator, she said, “Surprise me.” She made sure both men understood that his dismissal was permanent. Glaring at her, the man turned and left. Now she had the senator right where she wanted him.
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