Hi! I’m Laurie Olerich and writing is my passion! I love to create guilty pleasures full of exciting locations, rollercoaster action, strong, quirky heroines, and steaming hot heroes who’ll raise the temperature in any room you’re in! Paranormal romance? Check! Urban fantasy? Check! Romantic suspense? Check! When I’m not plotting, writing, or fantasizing about my next hero, I’m planning parties, traveling, and spending lazy nights with my son, my Dal pals, and my friends. I’ve spent many years living in New York and Germany, but have made my home in San Antonio, Texas since retiring from the United States Air Force. Thank you so much for taking a chance on a new author and picking up my story! I hope you’ll fall in love with the Primani universe as much as I have. If you’d like to get to know me better and keep up with my works in progress, look me up on the Internet. I’d love to hear from you! Sign up for my newsletter and hear about release dates and special sales and events.
Known only as Trinity demons, this band of brothers was stripped of their powers and violently exiled from Hell. Wrongly accused of an unthinkable crime, they’re left to survive with no memories and no weapons while a secret society quietly plots Lucifer’s demise. The new series begins with Dylan and Vanek.
Warning: This story contains snort out loud humor, a blistering hot antihero, and a damsel with a steel backbone. The author takes no responsibility for missed work or grouchiness from lack of sleep.
Thanks to her family’s curse, Dylan has been promised to a sadistic soul broker and she’s desperate to escape a terrifying future. After an impulsive act leads her to Morningstar Sanitarium, she’s inexplicably drawn to the sad and mysterious Vanek, but the connection is broken when they escape. Forced into hiding, Dylan turns to Expat Security for protection. Stunned to find Vanek working there, she almost walks away. Another demon is the last thing she needs in her life.
Formerly one of Hell’s most renowned Painkillers, Vanek is horrified with being human until he discovers he’s been thrown into the body of a badass mercenary with a definite kinky streak. Wondering how he got so lucky, he jumps into his new role at Trinity’s Op Center–Expat Security. When Dylan’s soul broker recognizes him as one of the Trinity demons, he knows they’ve got to take her case. As his attraction to her grows, so does the conspiracy that landed him in Brooklyn.
Is Vanek’s past the key to saving his future–and hers?
“Hey, check this out,” he called to Dylan as he set the chest down in the middle of the bedroom.
“Oooh, that looks interesting.” She knelt beside it, running her fingers over the intricately-carved pattern. “Pretty.” Tapping the latch impatiently, she said, “Come on. Open it up. Let’s see what’s in it.”
The shiny brass latch came open easily. Moving as one, they peered into the box. “Well, I’ll be triple damned.” Her dumbfounded face probably mirrored his. “Looks like someone’s into bondage.”
The words lay between them like an unexploded grenade.
He was almost afraid to look at her again. Would she be horrified? Shocked? He braved a glance and breathed a sigh of relief. She looked more surprised than shocked. This day was getting better and better.
“Let’s see what we’ve got here.” He started to unpack and the air between them seemed to thicken with each item he removed. As he rummaged through the box, he felt his pulse thud with sudden lust. Holy Hell, the fuck fairies were smiling on him. Between the snowed in cabin, the smoking hot woman, and the box of toys, he was surely living a wet dream.
“Handcuffs, silks, and leather restraints.” He put them in a neat pile, watching her reaction closely. She hadn’t said a word but examined each item intently once he put them down. Next, he started on the toys, holding each up as he named it. “Flogger. Paddle. Ball gag.”
She’d been trying to hold it back, but she finally choked on a laugh, and picked up the ball gag. Sending him a mock stern look, she warned, “Don’t even think about it.”
“How about these little treats?” He held up the last three items. “Dildo. Lube. Butt plug.”
“Butt plug?” she repeated, trying not to laugh again. Shaking her head, she picked it up and turned it this way and that, clearly trying to imagine how it worked.
He plucked it from her fingers and held it up in its usual position. “It goes like this. In your ass.”
She gaped at him, so he added helpfully, “That’s what the lube’s for.”
“You’re an idiot. I know what it is; I just haven’t seen one in person.” She added, “And don’t get any ideas. I don’t trust you that much.”
“You just hurt my feelings, babe.” He bounced the plug from hand to hand. “Are you sure? There’s plenty of lube.”
Bursting into a real laugh, she was adorable and sexy looking up into his face, smiling just for him. He tossed the toy and tackled her, kissing her until she stopped laughing and started making sweet little moaning sounds that went straight to his cock. The fun turned serious in the time it took for her to feel his erection. She relaxed beneath him, breasts soft against his chest, thighs dropping open for his hips to sink between. Wallowing in pleasure, he worshiped her mouth, nibbled her lips, tasted her. Was there anything sweeter?