Ripper (Hunter #1)(120)

With the help of Gray’s brother, a full empath demon, Kelsey tracks her one time lover down. Before she knows it, she’s pulled into Gray’s undercover operation in a demon sex club and sitting across from a Duke of Hell. Abbas Hiberna plans to use her city to test his new drug, Brimstone. It doesn’t just give supernatural creatures a high. It also leaves them vulnerable to demonic persuasion.



When the king’s own men begin to turn against him, even the royal family is in danger. Keeping them safe will put Kelsey in the duke’s crosshairs and test her fledgling relationship with Marcus. With her new life crumbling around her, a dark secret about her former lover is revealed and Kelsey will have to choose between saving Gray Sloane and the revenge she’s waited a lifetime for.





Excerpt:

“Stop fidgeting,” the demon ordered as the elevator began its climb. He’d told me to refer to him as Matt. It wasn’t his real name. Demons jealously guarded their real names.

“You try having a piece of dental floss shoved up your ass, and we’ll see how you like it,” I grumbled back. I tried not to look at myself, but it was hard because the entire elevator was mirrored. I didn’t like to think why they’d done that. I was just thinking about the fact that my ass was hanging out. We’d been allowed into the club when Gray’s brother had explained he’d procured me for Gray. I could tell the bouncer wasn’t that impressed. He’d looked at me differently after I walked out of the “dressing room.” The demon had taken charge, briskly ordering me out of my nice clothes that covered me up and into lingerie. I don’t even know if I could call it that. Marcus had bought me a ton of pretty, frilly things he liked to see me in, but they tended toward filmy nightgowns and beautifully made corsets.

I was dressed in a white lace demi-cup bra that pushed my boobs up and made them look a lot bigger than they were. There was the white thong currently stuck between my ass cheeks. I had on thigh-high white hose and four-inch stilettos. Gray’s brother had brushed out my hair and placed a white mask over my face. I didn’t know what I hated more, the shoes or the so-called underwear. I longed for my nice cotton bikinis and my comfy Uggs. Apparently both of those were a no-go in the house of sin Gray was currently residing in.

I was grateful for the mask as the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and my heart started to race. I reminded myself that I was here on a case. I was just going to make sure Gray was all right. That was all. I didn’t have any interest in him beyond the fact that he was my brother’s best friend and potentially had information I could use.

So why was my heart thumping as loud as the heavy rock beat that filled the space as Matt led me out onto the floor?

There was a large man in a tuxedo standing at an elegantly appointed desk.

“My lord,” he said deferentially. His eyebrows arched as he looked at me. “Trying something different tonight, my lord?”

Matt laughed. “Not at all, Kevin. Let Tristan know I’ll be requiring his services. This one is for my brother.”

“Very good, sir. Lord Sloane does like slender brunettes,” Kevin said, nodding us in.

We walked past the security desk and into some combination of a strip club and a place for swingers. All of the women were dressed in a similar fashion to me, though they seemed to favor leather and dark colors. I was the only one in the room wearing white. Naturally every eye turned to me.

Behind my half mask, I studied the room. It looked like a grand ballroom. The floors were polished hardwood and the room was lit with chandeliers. The walls had those white panels favored in European palaces. It had an old world feel to it, if one ignored the stripper poles at the far end or the various women and men tied up and being spanked across the room. There was also a bar, naturally, and several intimate spaces with antique couches.

“You do seem able to catch my little brother’s attention, don’t you?” Matt said, satisfaction oozing from his pores.

I turned and there he was. He was sitting on a couch, his big body lounging negligently. He was wearing tight black jeans and a dark shirt he’d left open as though he’d walked out of the bedroom without bothering to button his shirt. It left his perfectly cut chest on full mouth-watering display. The tattoo that covered the left half of his torso looked sexy as hell in the low glow of the room. His face was a tribute to masculine perfection. Marcus was the perfect European male, all fine lines and aesthetic grace, but Gray was an all-American hunk of masculinity. He screamed dominant male and for good reason. He was and made no apologies for it. He was the kinkiest man I’d ever met. He preferred to tie up his sexual partners and when I was that partner, I’d been happy to do it.

I was thinking about doing it right now.

His deep blue eyes were looking lazily around the room. He had a female at his feet, her head resting on his lap. He didn’t seem terribly interested in her. He was talking to another man whose face I couldn’t see. He was smaller than Gray, with almost white hair. Gray stopped midsentence when his eyes caught sight of me.

Gray sat up, and I noticed that his hair was longer than it had been when we were engaged. He used to wear it in a strict, military-style cut. It was a little shaggy now, reaching to the tops of his ears. It was thick and wavy. I had always wanted to run my fingers through it. I flushed under his gaze, unsure if it was just the outfit I was wearing or complete and abject shame that I had a man who cared about me, and I couldn’t help but think about someone else.