Benn (Demons After Dark Book Two)
Demons After Dark
Known only as Trinity demons, they were 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. All is not lost though. Between some heavenly interference and the love of a few good women, the Trinity just might make it home before all Hell breaks loose. The new series continues with Benn and Lainey.
A former shrink in SuperMax, Benn’s positive he’s lost his damn mind when he wakes up in the body of an uptight antiquities professor. One glance in the mirror and he knows he’s not in Hell anymore. After he’s brought into Expat Security, he’s handed a mission he can’t refuse if he wants to get home again. Live in Rome, raft into jungles, and risk life and brand new limbs? Sounds like his idea of Heaven! There’s only one problem. He can’t do the job without the help of a beautiful grad student who can’t stand the sight of him. He may not remember their past, but he’s ready to make their present a whole helluva lot more fun.
Grad student Lainey Hayes has done everything she can to escape her mother’s embarrassing world of psychics and palm readers. Throwing herself into her studies, she’s perfectly happy until she’s assigned to a special project with the egotistical, narrow-minded, and condescending Professor Daniels. The smug academic discounts anything and everything related to the paranormal–including her mother. The idea of spending months tramping through ruins with him sounds like her vision of Hell, but she’s shocked to discover this adrenaline junkie with a zest for life is nothing like the jackass she remembered.
After rear-ending Lainey with an oomph, Benn reached over her shoulder, his chest brushing her shoulder. He pointed at a half-wilted purple blossom clinging to a scraggly vine. “Unexpected beauty in the middle of all of this darkness,” he murmured wonderingly. “A gift from the gods.”
The flower was lovely, but so alone in the gloom. It was already wilting and limp. How long before it shriveled on the vine and fell to ground? She felt a little sorry for the delicate thing. “It’s a shame no one can see her beauty. She’ll die in the dark unknown and unremembered.” She embraced the poetry of the moment with a whimsical smile.
“Not so.” His supple muscles flexed against her shoulder when he wrapped his arms around her to pluck the blossom. “Turn around,” he ordered softly.
There wasn’t much room for that, but she wiggled sideways until they were almost face to face and she stood circled by his arms. His expression was unreadable for a moment and then he swept the flower beneath her nose, saying, “Breathe her perfume, Lainey. Let her scent fill your mind and nourish your soul. Now, she’ll be remembered. Her short life will matter.”
Were they still talking about the flower? She wasn’t sure anymore. Their playful poetry suddenly seemed more intimate. Uncomfortably personal. She started to move away, but he stopped her with a warm palm against the small of her back.