Vice cop Brenden Wallace has walked on the dark side for too many years. Now, newly divorced, he’s smoking too much and sleeping too little, and the empty darkness in his soul is the blackest part of any night—until he’s assigned to investigate an escort service called Exotic Jewels and meets Líadán Niamh. Lushly beautiful, she is the embodiment of seduction and thrilling control. She arouses Brenden’s most feral desires—fierce, bone-deep needs they explore together, mouth to mouth and skin to skin. But Líadán’s hungry kiss is more dangerous than Brenden could have imagined. Women are turning up dead, and every clue leads Brenden back to Líadán—and a raw, brutal passion that could cost him his life…

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Theme: Vampire/Demons

 

 

Reviews:

“Devyn Quinn deserves a place of honor in the paranormal genre; her original and fresh storyline has plenty of twists and turns to keep readers guessing. The deviant nature of the storyline is not for the faint of heart, but for those who love a dark and erotic journey, Flesh and the Devil will surely satisfy. 4 Stars.” – SingleTitles.com

“Intense…If you want a wild ride, this is it!” -Romantic Times

Flesh and the Devil has been declared a Cold Shower Required Read by The Pickled Cupid Bloggers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I haven’t seen vampires portrayed in quite the light that Devyn Quinn did. Her creations jumped off the page and burrowed into my brain. 5 Angels.” – Fallen Angel Reviews

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Flesh and the Devil was a fantastic story that was definitely a page turner…an excellent story, so be sure to give it a try! 5 Hearts” – The Romance Studio

“Devyn Quinn is a mistress of paranormal penmanship and a delightful deviant in the art of erotica. Flesh and the Devil smoulders with flames that could have come straight from Hell.” -Erotica Revealed

“Author Devyn Quinn once again works magic in Flesh and the Devil. I couldn’t put it down once I started reading it. A definite must read! 5 Enchantments.” – Enchanting Reviews

“Flesh and the Devil binds you to it from the very beginning… Hot sex scenes, a little bdsm, a little blood, and a whole lot of hot alpha male. Merowwwww!” – Smut Sluts

“An erotic dark romance… Ms. Quinn is an addictive read and I tore through the book. The story is masterfully written but be warned, this book is both dark and extremely erotic, so not for the faint of heart. I’d rate it as deliciously evil.” – Terri Pray, author of Deed Wife

“Devyn Quinn deserves a place of honor in the paranormal genre; her original and fresh storyline has plenty of twists and turns to keep readers guessing. The deviant nature of the storyline is not for the faint of heart, but for those who love a dark and erotic journey, Flesh and the Devil will surely satisfy. 4 stars. – ECata Sensual Reviews

“If you are a fan of a well-written and highly intense vampire romance, Flesh and the Devil should not be missed.” – Joyfully Reviewed

“First class erotica! Devyn Quinn pens an evocative and richly detailed story brimming with sensuality.” – Vivi Anna, Hell Kat

“Red-hot passion and heart-pounding suspense make this book hard to put down!” – Marianne LaCroix, Descendants of Darkness

“An amazingly hot and sexy tale! Ms. Quinn has woven a captivating story that readers of sensual paranormal romance will love!” – CK2S Kwips & Kritiques Reviews

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Taste the forbidden. The hunger was there.

The game he was playing was dangerous, but Brenden Wallace couldn’t help himself. Part of the thrill of working undercover vice was the ability to live out the erotic fantasies he’d never risk trying in real life.

Brenden hardly dared to move. He didn’t even breathe. Closing his eyes, he relished the smooth glide of silk circling his wrists. The soft bite of the fabric into his skin sent a chill whispering down his spine.

The touch of a fingertip tracing the curve of one ear caused the fine hairs on the back of his neck to rise. A voice of smoky rich timbre drawled, “Too tight?”

Brenden licked parched lips. “Tighter, honey. I want to feel the burn.”

A tug on the scarf answered. Tightening. Binding. “Better?”

Arms stretched around the back of the chair he sat in, Brenden tested the strength of the knots. They held, solid and unyielding. The material chafed, a not-so-unpleasant sensation. “Yes.”

His captor reappeared. The woman was a paid escort, hired for the evening. The service she worked for charged three hundred dollars for the pleasure of her company. He knew her business, didn’t know her name, but by the look of her, she was worth every penny.

A muscle twitched in his jaw. His penis stirred, cramped in the confines of his tight jeans. How far would this one go to entertain a lonely man? Having kinky sex wasn’t illegal in Louisiana. It was only criminal if cash traded hands for erotic favors. Then it was prostitution.

And someone had to get arrested.

Looking at her, his thoughts veered from professional to personal. Tall and slim, she wore a tight, red dress, clinging to every lush curve and perfectly matching her bright red stiletto fuck-me pumps. No longer tied up with the scarf matching her outfit, her black hair cascaded around her shoulders like the spread of a raven’s wings.

That scarf was around his wrists.

Taste the forbidden. To play his role believably, Brenden had to live it.

She smiled. “You like playing dangerous games?” Her parted lips revealed perfectly white teeth. The cuspids were slightly elongated and came to neat points, enhancing her hovering feline quality even more.

Heavy awareness pulsed through his veins. “It’s part of the thrill that makes life worth living.”

His words seemed to amuse.

She bent, parting his legs. As if lit from inside, she radiated heat that practically screamed wanton female. Screamed it loud enough to arouse the male animal in him to an unbearable degree. She wasn’t wearing a bra and the thin fabric of her dress clung to her nipples, outlining their prominence.

Her warm palms moved up his inner thighs. “Maybe. Maybe not. The things we think are deadly sometimes really aren’t.” She guided the tip of her tongue to tease an incisor. “And the things we think safe are sometimes most deadly.” Her words were menace cloaked in crushed velvet.

The intimate contact jarred. She was so close Brenden could smell her heat, the scent of her arousal. Potent and mysterious, the cloying odor was enhanced by the addition of some exotic oil. His erection pressed, thick and hard, against his tight jeans. Closing his eyes, he shifted in his seat, letting a ragged breath escape. Say one wrong word, make one false move and the entire investigation would be blown.

Concentrate, asshole.

Brenden opened his eyes, ready to take the plunge. It was all or nothing. “I’m willing to take that chance.”

Pleased, she moved closer. Eyes the color of the sea shimmering under a midnight sky drew him in. Her fiery cinnamon lips were just inches away, slightly parted, moist and utterly enticing. “Are you really?”

“I’m ready for anything.” He imagined her teeth raking down his most sensitive flesh. He had the feeling she could cause a lot of pain, and make it last in the most delicious of ways.

She glanced toward his crotch, his obvious arousal. “Do you want me?” Her hands were close, but not close enough to make contact. She was playing the tease for all it was worth.

“God, yes …” Why lie? His body betrayed him. He’d already gone too far, torching every rule in the book. The lines between legal and illegal were blurring, the raw and open connection between them growing personal. What was wrong was beginning to feel too enticingly right.

She leaned in closer, pinning him down with an intensity that caused his skin to prickle. Brenden felt as if he was not just being probed, but explored. Every breath he drew singed his lungs. “I know what you crave.” Her fingernails dug into his thighs, marking him as her own. “That secret desire gnawing at your heart is unsatisfied. I feel it inside you, waiting to be freed. Your soul is crying out for a fulfillment you dare not ask for.”

Her words were spellbindingly, achingly true.

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