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Mom sat up, and everyone turned to look. Nick Corellis, take your hand out of my
daughter s underpants.
He stroked me a few times before he complied, brushing over my clit on his way out.
I closed my eyes and wished the evening was over.
Gareth rose, and helped mom back into her chair, patting her head like you would a
child s. There, there, everything will work out.
We finished the meal without further incident or revelation. It came as no surprise
when Mom didn t serve dessert.
Dad saw Martin out, the man giving me one long, hot look before he left. Then he
returned to the dining room where we all sat sipping our drinks. Mom was on her second
glass of wine by this time, her eyes glancing off the men, then me.
As soon as Dad sat back down again, Mom went off. What the hell are you doing,
J.C., having sex with all these men?
Either I d had enough to drink, or I d just had enough. Enjoying myself?
Her mouth flapped, and her eyelids fluttered, but she didn t faint.
Cora, Dad warned, she s a grown woman.
She glared at him, snapping her mouth shut.
Nick cleared his throat and leaned forward, looking at Mom, then Dad. See, it
happened this way& Then he proceeded to summarize the events of the past few weeks.
So you re already wed? Tears trembled at the edges of Mom s eyes.
Yes, Nick told her, softly.
Welcome to the family, son. Dad thrust his hand out, and Nick smiled as he shook
it.
I insist you two get married the human way. Mom s tears dried up, and she
straightened her back.
What do you say? Nick looked down at me, his mouth quirking in a grin. Will
you marry me?
I studied him, letting my eyes roam down his body to his lap. Then I took a moment
to scan Gareth and Dawson. Any other takers?
I d take the honeymoon, but I ll pass on the wedding, Gareth said.
I m with him. Dawson tipped his head in the vampire s direction.
I looked back at Nick. Guess you re it, then. I leaned in for a kiss, but he stopped
me.
Was that a yes? You re going to marry me? Just me?
A smile spread across my face as my heart skipped a beat. My mouth went dry as I
looked into eyes that I d seen so many times above me filled with passion, and so much
more. I loved this man, and I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life
letting him know how much.
Yes, I whispered, and then louder, only you.
The End
About the Author:
Lisa Andel was born in Iowa City, Iowa. When in grade school, her family moved to
Illinois, where she found she had a knack for telling stories.
Most of them got her into trouble.
It wasn t until she had lived in Ohio for several years before she finally found a
constructive outlet for her creativity.
She lives with her lover, two mentally challenged dogs, and an ever-changing
number of freshwater fish.
Lisa writes contemporary erotic romance that features vampires, shapeshifters,
dragons, demons, sorcerers, gods, and beings that you ve never dreamed of before.
You ll even find some humans. Visit her online at www.lisaandel.com
And coming soon&
Demon Hunting
The only good demon is a dead demon. True or False?
In Ashley, Illinois the answer is false. Only demons intent on harming humans
deserve to die. That s a good thing, too, since their most powerful hunter, Dylan
Vaughan, is full of the dark magic of the netherworld.
Savage heads the local hunters in this town, and a new one has just appeared that is
determined to hunt on Vaughan s turf. Terri Peterson. The leader sees her potential
though, and is willing to do anything to convince Vaughan to form an & alliance with
her.
Terri doesn t have a clue. Raised by a human family, kidnapped and taken to the
netherrealm by her biological father at the age of fourteen, it s taken her nine years to
make it back to the surface. Now her only goal is to stop her fathers demons from doing
harm.
Find out what happens when dark and light magics, werewolves, and other
supernaturals join forces to keep humans safe.
And what the demons are doing in your town, when the sun goes down.
Prologue
There was a time in my life when I would have said that I was happy just being me. I
was young, filled with energy, and an eagerness to learn about everything. I had two
older brothers that I idolized, and a younger sister that idolized me. My parents were
happy, affectionate people, who raised us to be happy, affectionate people as well. We
lived in a scenic, peaceful suburb, in a big, beautiful house. Life was bright and shiny and
perfect.
It was all a lie.
I found out about it on my fourteenth birthday. My parents were throwing me the
party to end all parties late that afternoon, and I d gotten a really cool outfit that morning
to wear to it. There was even going to be a live band.
I was running up the stairs to my room, excited to be getting ready, when the most
incredible pain I d ever known, sliced through me. I missed a step, crumpled to the floor,
and bumped my way back down to the bottom. By the time I d come to a stop, I was
barely aware of my surroundings, too dazed to move.
My father found me several minutes later.
But it didn t end there. Virtually locked inside my body, I felt the burn of a thousand
fire ants crawling through my veins. A shriek echoing inside my skull while the burning
grew worse. Then a horrible, blinding flash of light exploded in my head, and I knew no
more.
* * * *
When I came to, I was lying on my bed, drenched in sweat, but the pain was gone. I
tipped my head to the side, and found dad sitting tensely beside me. I opened my mouth
to ask him what had happened, when I felt myself dissolve.
I slipped through the mattress, through the floor, and kept on falling until I smacked
into the concrete floor of the basement.
Stunned, I lay there a moment, then started wiggling my toes and fingers, followed
by my arms and legs, and when I was sure that nothing was broken, I rolled to my feet,
and started to climb the stairs back up to my room.
My father was standing, staring at my bed when I walked through the door. He didn t
hear me, until I blurted out behind him, What the hell is going on?
His face was ashen when he turned around to gape at me. Then he slumped down on
the bed, and hung his head.
I didn t want you to find out this way, his voice broke as he spoke.
My heart hammered against my ribcage as fear flooded into my system. Find out
what?
You came to us as a baby, your mother begged us to raise you as one of our own.
She said your life was in danger. That you were special, and that your father s people
were trying to take you away from her. She didn t want you to be brought up by his
people, see. She said he was the devil.
I dropped into the chair that my father had been sitting in earlier.
The devil? I raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him.
Devil, demon, something like that, something that was dark and evil, that could
vanish in the blink of an eye, reappear the same way.
So what was she? I asked, a blessed numbness filling me.
Said she was a witch. Powerful enough to call the devil, strong enough to spirit you
away from him. But not mighty enough to keep him and his minions from getting their
hands on you if they really concentrated on doing so. The sorrow on his face nearly
made me cry.
You believed her? You never said witches and demons were real, but you believed
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