Authors: Eve Langlais

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“Release him or else.”

Remy groaned as he couldn’t help imagining the jests he’d have to put up with. What male allowed himself to get saved by his woman? “What are you doing, Ysabel? I have this under control.”

“Really, because from here it looks like you’re all tied up.” She strode into view with a cool smile, wearing an outfit that would look even better on the floor.

“Bah, as if something like rope could hold me.” He yanked his arms apart and showed her his freed hands, a moment before a sharp point pressed against the back of his neck.

“Move and he dies!” Francisco yelled.

Cocking a hip, and crossing her arms, a smirk crossed his witch’s lips. “I don’t think so. That demon belongs to me, and I’d prefer him in one piece. So move the dagger away before I hurt you. Or don’t. But know this, if you even so much as scratch him, I’ll make sure your return to Hell is even more painful.”

“I knew you cared,” Remy exclaimed.

“Apparently, the insanity in your family is contagious,” she replied dryly. “Besides, you already forced me into admitting I loved you. As such, I realized I couldn’t exactly let Francisco kill you. That should be my pleasure alone.”

“You say the sweetest things,” Remy teased.

“But I taste even sweeter,” she sassed back.

Despite the knife at his throat, Remy got hard remembering. Time to end this.

“Enough!” Francisco shouted. “Either you get Lucifer to let me go or loverboy here gets it.”

Had the little bastard interrupted him and his witch as she publicly admitted she cared? Oh, hell no.

Remy jabbed his elbow back, twisted, then ducked as he grabbed Francisco’s dagger wielding hand. He twisted it up behind the damned soul’s back and shoved him to his knees. “Sorry, my little witch. You were saying something about pleasure and alone time?”

Her lips twitched and mirth shone in her eyes. “I should have let him kill you.”

“But then who would love and worship you for an eternity?”

“You don’t have to keep saying that.”

“Oh I do. And because you seem to have issues believing me, I even got the contract to prove it.”

“You what?”

Francisco chose that moment to squirm and scream obscenities. Remy frowned at him. “I was in the middle of something.”

“Interruptions are so rude,” she agreed as she came to stand by his side. “I’ll be by to see you later, Francisco.”

“We both will.”

“And until we can come and thank you for bringing us together, I’ve sent my kitty to greet you in your cell. He’s been looking forward to meeting you.”

Remy laughed. Now there was a witch who’d fit right in with his family.

Ysabel tagged Francisco and didn’t even bother to watch as the man she’d once thought she cared for, who’d hurt her so bad, disappeared. It eased Remy’s heart to see Francisco meant nothing to her. Less than nothing. But the way she gazed up at Remy… It stole his breath. Stopped his heart.

In her eyes, he could see the fear, but also the love. The need. Time to show her, that to him, she meant everything.

“Before you shower me with kisses for saving you –”

“I think it could be argued that I played a part.”

“Not when I retell the story you won’t. But we can argue about that later, naked. As I was saying, I have something for you.” Remy pulled the sheet of paper out of his back pocket and unfolded it. Initially he’d worried about it being too short. But as Lucifer assured him when he made the contract and binding, the less clauses he put in, the more his promise would stick out.

Handing it to her, he waited. Fidgeted when she didn’t say a word. Almost tore it from her grasp. Then stumbled back as she threw herself at him.

I, Remy, the most awesome demon in Hell, do declare to love the witch Ysabel, fiery temper and all, for an eternity. I will never stray. Never betray her trust. Never do anything to cause her pain upon penalty of permanent death.

This I do swear in blood,

Remy

A simple contract, which in its very lack of clauses and sub items, awed her. “You love me that much?”

He peered at her with incredulity on his face. “Of course I love you that much. Would I have done all the things I did if I didn’t?”

“Well, you are related to a mad woman.”

“Yes, and maybe it’s madness for me to love you, but I do. Do you think just any woman would inspire me enough to take on a bloody painful curse. Or put up with the fact you have a giant, demon eating cat. I know you have trust issues, and that I might not have led the kind of life that inspires confidence, but I will show you that you can believe in me. I want you to love me.”

“I know you do. And I do love you. Only for you would I come to the rescue wearing nothing to cover my bottom.”

His eyebrows shot up. “You came to battle in a skirt without any underwear?”

A slow nod was her answer.

He grinned, then scowled. “You will not do that again. Do you know how many demons live in the sewer and could have looked up your skirt? I won’t have them looking at what’s mine. On second thought. Throw out all your underwear. I’ll lead the purge on the sewers myself so you can stroll around with your girl parts unencumbered for my enjoyment.”

“You’re insane,” she laughed.

“Crazy in love with you,” he agreed. “But I do warn you, we’ll have to have dinner with my crazy mother at least once a month.”

“Or more often. I quite like your mom. She’s got a refreshing way of viewing the world.”

“Oh fuck. Don’t tell me she’s already rubbing off,” he groaned, as he pulled her into his arms. She snuggled against him. This was where she belonged.

But she did have a question. “As my new…what should I call you anyway? Boyfriend? Demon I sleep with?”

“The following terms are acceptable to me. Yours. Mate. Husband. Divine taster of your –”

She slapped a hand over his mouth. “I’ll stick to mate.”

“And I’m going with my super, sexy, touch her and die, fabulous cougar, ass kicking witch.”

“I dare you shout that five times in a row without stumbling.” He did to her eye popping disbelief.

“I told you, I have a very agile tongue.”

“I remember.” Boy, did she ever and so did her pussy.

“So is there any reason we’re still on the mortal plane instead of back at your place fucking like wild animals?”

“Why wait? I didn’t come dressed like this for nothing. And I don’t see anyone around.” She tossed him a coy smile.

“Evil witch,” he growled.

“No, this is evil.” Pushing away from him, she turned and bent over with her hands braced on her thighs. She peered at him over her shoulder. The smoldering look on his face made her heart race.

“You naughty, naughty witch. What am I going to do with you?”

“Fuck me?”

“Definitely.”

“Make me cum?”

“Goes without saying.”

“Love me?”

“Forever and ever.”

And then he was inside her, stroking her with his hardness, filling her up, touching her, murmuring the words she allowed herself to embrace. They came together in an explosive burst, linked together for all time by contract, choice and most of all love.
A demon and his witch, together, forever.

Epilogue

Grinning like a lunatic, Lucifer turned his attention away from the happy – ugh – couple on his screen. He’d done it. Paired his biggest pain in the ass with an infamous womanizing demon. Doubts at the beginning of his project, ‘Increase My Demonic Population’, now seemed ridiculous. Screw Cupid and his bow. He, greatest and most evil ruler of all time, obviously possessed a knack for getting people together. Not to mention, freed up a lot of the ladies for other males. Even better, he’d gotten that bloody witch out of his hair. Not for long though, she was too damned good at her job, which meant he’d have to rehire her, probably for more money, but not right away. He’d take a week to enjoy himself first before he let the harridan return.

While she would get to keep her job, Remy, now that he’d settled down, would probably request assignments closer to home. Lucky for him, a training position had just opened up – because Lucifer killed the previous instructor for banging one of his daughters – which would suit him. If he couldn’t have Remy in the field, then operatives trained by him would have to suffice. Not to mention, having Remy close to home,
taking care
of his new wife, meant the witch would start popping out little babies anytime. What a powerful mix those two would make. Little demon/witchlings for Hell’s ranks. All part of the plan.

With his army decimated in large numbers because of his recent war with Lilith, he needed to rebuild. Getting demon grunts was the easy part though. Those were a dime a dozen, but dumber than rocks. What he needed was more smart, magic wielding soldiers. However, his demons, witches and other magical beings populating Hell seemed determined to avoid each other.

It was up to him, Lord of the Pit, and now King Matchmaker, to get worthy, loyal demons paired with the right female. Forced breeding wasn’t an option because as experience showed, couples in love produced the most offspring, at least in the Pit. Gross. Encouraging affection and healthy relationships went so against the grain, however, he couldn’t deny results.

Hence his manipulation of events. Who else but Lord of the Underworld could help five prisoners escape with no one the wiser? Sure he used them, but they should count themselves honored as they served a larger purpose. His purpose.

However one couple alone couldn’t give him all the children he’d need to create his next generation of defense. More. He needed more powerful matings, which meant a new project. But who next to torture with that crazy little thing called love?

Hearing a shrill giggle – that was borderline insane – and the shocking “What the fuck?” from his most staid soldier, Lucifer smiled broadly. Oh fuck yeah. He knew just the pair. Next up in his plan, a demon and his psycho. What a challenging match it would be.

If they didn’t kill each other first.

He gleefully rubbed his hands.
Time for round two, in Hell’s mating game.

Meanwhile in a cell, several levels down in Hell’s notorious prison, an enormous hellcat licked its paws clean as a bloody heap whimpered in the corner.

Hurt his adopted mama would he?

Shifting to his man shape, Felipe stood over the jerk who’d watched Ysabel burn alive centuries ago. He wished he could have hurt Francisco more. How dare this sniveling piece of crap harm the woman who’d taken in a lonely kitten and given it a loving home?

“Next time you get a chance to escape,” he growled. “I’d throw myself in the abyss because if we ever meet again, I won’t be so nice.”

Morphing back into his furry skin, Felipe sauntered away and debated what to do next. With his mama now mated to a demon capable of caring for her, it looked like he’d have more time to play because unlike Remy, and other idiot males, no woman was ever going to put a leash on him.

The End

Stay tuned for the next book in the Welcome To Hell series, A Demon And His Psycho, coming August 2012.

Author Biography

So you want to know a little about me? Well, I'm in my later thirties, married eleven years to a wonderful, supportive man—yes, he's a hunk—who gave me three beautiful, noisy children aged ten, seven, and five. I work as a webmistress and customer service rep from home, and in my spare time—of which there is tragically too little—I write, read, or Wii.

I was born in British Columbia, but being a military brat lived a little bit everywhere—Quebec, New Brunswick, Labrador, Virginia (USA), and finally Ontario. My family and I recently relocated to the Ottawa area to be closer to family and now that we’re here, I’m sure they’ll be putting the ‘For Sale’ sign up on their lawns soon lol.

Wow, was that ever boring! Now for the fun stuff.

I'm writing romance the way I like it—hot with a touch of humor and spice. I tend to have a lot of sexual tension in my tales as I think all torrid love affairs start with a tingle in our tummies. My heroes are very male; you could even say borderline chest thumping at times, but they all have one thing in common; an everlasting love and devotion to their woman.

Visit me on the Web for news on current and upcoming releases at

http://www.EveLanglais.com

Thanks for reading.

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