When she's good, she's very good...
But when he's bad, she's better.
A Bad Boy to Die for
and a Good Girl Who Longs to be Bad
Good Fairy
Bad Boy Satyr with Lust on his Mind
Erotic Play
Sexy Spells
Cast Includes a Sexy Genie Who Knows
How to Get Down & Dirty
When she’s good, she’s very good—but when he’s bad, she’s better…
It’s definitely not business as usual at From Crud to Stud, a makeover service for supernatural beings. Dare we say it? Receptionist Heather—a good fairy with a pure heart, mind and body—is on the fast track to exquisite corruption with Daemon, a satyr.
Sex has never been this good or adventurous. Half-man, all beast, Daemon’s the ultimate bad boy, a follower of the god of wine and a good time. Before, during and after his makeover to look fully human, he intends to put some color into Heather’s pale cheeks.
She’s one conflicted but turned-on babe. Especially as Mistress Jin, a genie Daemon commands, agrees to show Heather how to cut loose. Under the mistress’s tutelage and Daemon’s shameless lust, Heather’s gonna find out what love and having fun is all about.
Warning:
Not your typical bedtime story. May lead to indecent behavior, a taste for voyeurism, discipline and bondage, which will result in screaming orgasms. Proceed with caution.
PRAISE FOR SURRENDERING TO THE BEAST
TEASERS
Heather pressed her hand to her chest. She’d expected to see his socks, maybe even his bare feet, not hooves. “You’re not mortal.”
“No kidding.” He puffed out another breath. “That’s why I’m here.” He gestured to the reception area stuffed with potted plants and feathery ferns. The greenery made the coral walls seem even warmer in comparison. Faux-gas fixtures provided a dated, romantic feel, like old New Orleans.
Loud hisses and teeth snapping filled the hall.
He arched one dark eyebrow and raked his gaze over her.
Perspiration rolled down her back and between her breasts.
Pleasure sparkled in his beautiful eyes. “I take it I’m in the right place for a makeover?”
Few beings had deeper voices than his. Awe blossomed within her. A pleasant feeling. Her nipples tightened. She liked that, too, when she shouldn’t have. Given the huge bulge behind his fly, she guessed what he was. “You’re a satyr, right?”
“That’s me. Wine, women and song.” He winked.
A zombie moaned.
He looked over. “Speaking of song, you should get a sound system in here. Drown out those crappy noises with some down-and-dirty heavy metal. You like Behemoth? Their Lucifer kicks serious ass.”
His bulge got bigger, the folds between her legs damper. Fighting dizziness, Heather plodded to her computer, mystified as to why he had such an enticing effect on her when other guys had only sparked panic. Satyrs were charming, sure, and natural seducers. They had to be, considering all they thought about and wanted was sex. However, they didn’t have the power to turn a good fairy against her ingrained principles. At least, she didn’t think they could. “Do you have an appointment, Mister…”
“No Mister, just Daemon. Nope on the appointment, too. I’m hoping you can fit me in. What are you?”
Heather stopped keying. “The receptionist.”
He laughed with pleasure, not derision.
The deep, virile sound rushed straight past her bones and into her marrow. Her belly fluttered.
“I mean what kind of being are you? No, wait. Let me guess.” He tapped his forefinger against his bristly jaw.
He wore an ornate silver ring with a large black stone on his right middle finger. His hands were big and rugged rather than frightening.
Heather wasn’t certain why, but she saw good strength in them, the sort that cherished and made mortal women sigh in appreciation.
She might have whimpered in delight, but didn’t have enough breath.
He made a frustrated sound. “You’re either an elf or a fairy. Damn, I can never tell those two beings apart.”
That hurt deep. Fairies and elves weren’t similar at all. No different from mistaking a satyr for a centaur. Despite his rude comment, she couldn’t be surly or sarcastic. “I’m a good fairy.”
“That explains all the white you’re wearing.” He gestured to her peasant blouse, gypsy skirt and ballet flats.
An outfit she’d bought at Macy’s, not a uniform store for fairies. Heather knew she wasn’t cool like the babes he probably knew and had been intimate with, but he didn’t have to make her feel like a total loser. Embarrassed, she lowered her face. “I like the color. It suits me.”
“Hey, I’m not arguing.” He held out his hands in surrender. “I’m all about pleasing the ladies.” He grinned.
His teeth were white and straight, his smile raffish yet charming.
Heather shook off her arousal. “I’m sure you are and you haven’t.” She hit the computer keys harder than usual and checked the appointment book. “Zoe can see to you in twenty minutes.” Zoe, another BFF, was a reformed demon who knew how to keep guys from getting too frisky. “Please grab your boots and follow me.”
He clopped after her and stopped abruptly to read the business name and its motto, Suppressing the Beast, painted on the wall. He shook his head. “Damn shame what we guys have to go through now to snag the babes.”
“You mean mortal women.” His biceps were beyond awesome, beefy and firm. Prominent veins coursed down them. “I understand nymphs are still into satyrs.”
“True, but I want to try the other side.” He planted one hand on his flat belly and swiveled his hips.
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