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Authors: Robyn Peterman

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Fashionably Hotter Than Hell: Book Six, The Hot Damned Series

BOOK: Fashionably Hotter Than Hell: Book Six, The Hot Damned Series
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Table of Contents
 

Title Page

Edition License Notes

Acknowledgments

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

The Hot Damned Series – Book 7

Book Lists (in correct reading order)

About Robyn Peterman

Fashionably Hotter Than Hell

 

Book 6 of the
HOT DAMNED
Series

 

by

 

Robyn Peterman

 

Edition License Notes

 

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should delete it from your device and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author's work.

 

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is coincidental.

 

This book contains content that may not be suitable for young readers 17 and under.

 

Copyright 2016 by Robyn Peterman

 

Cover by
Rebecca Poole, dreams2media

 

Edited by
Meg Weglarz

 

Acknowledgments

 

I write alone, but the process is not singular. It takes a lot of people to make a book happen.

 

Meg, your editing has saved me from myself too many times to count! You rock!

 

Rebecca Poole, your covers are beautiful and so are you!

 

My critique partners… I would be in big trouble without you Donna McDonald and Jennifer Madden. Thank you is simply not enough.

 

Melissa, Wanda and Susan you are the best beta readers around. Smooch!

 

To my readers, thank you for reading. You are why I write.

 

Dedication

 

For my brothers.
You are all nuts and helped make me the tough chick I turned out to be!
I love you always.

 

Chapter 1

 

"If you tell anyone, I will deny it and decapitate you," she said casually as she pulled her panties on.

 

"Noted," I replied. Watching her through hooded lids, I pondered what it would take to get her to remove the offending scrap of material and go for another round. Was I insane? Yes. Did I have a death wish? Absolutely.

 

"I just said I would remove your head and that's all you have to say?" she snapped and glared.

 

"Depends on which head you're talking about."

 

"Oh my God. You’re disgusting," she yelled as she hurled a lamp my way.

 

Ducking the light fixture, I rolled off the bed and donned my jeans. I winked as I caught her ogling my backside. "I heard you and I raise you one. I will deflower, deny, and decapitate. Damn." I shook my head sadly while grinning from ear to ear. "Already deflowered… two hundred years ago."

 

"You're an ass. And I wasn’t a
virgin
for your information," she hissed as she yanked on the rest of her clothes, covering a body that was made for sin.

 

However, the mouth left much to be desired. I certainly didn’t enjoy hearing about other conquests. The need to kill any man who’d even looked at her wasn’t healthy for me or for them. She was much nicer with her mouth closed. Well, not when it was wrapped around my…

 

"This was a mistake and will not be repeated," she informed me haughtily as she twisted her red curls into some kind of sexy looking bird’s nest on the top of her head. "Never going to happen again."

 

I shrugged and grinned. Who was she trying to convince? Herself? Me? We'd been playing this game for quite a while. I was tempted to make a wager with her due to the fact she had a difficult time passing up a bet or a dare, but that could backfire on me in an enormous way.

 

"Heard that one before, Red." I slid my shirt over my head and quickly sidestepped a left hook from the insane woman I'd just given eight consecutive orgasms to.

 

"My name is not
Red
. If you value your jewels, you’ll remember that," she informed me.

 

She strapped a dagger to the sexiest thigh I'd ever seen and headed for the door.

 

Why were the hot ones certifiable? I slid my katana into its sheath and waited patiently for the next insult. Was I a glutton for punishment? You bet, but it was worth every damned second.

 

She paused and glanced back with an evil little smirk that made me simultaneously want to bed her and run for cover. She made me feel alive.
In fear for my undead life alive
, but alive nonetheless.

 

"You know," she purred, "you're not really that good."

 

"Interesting," I commented as I slipped a knife into my boot. "That's not what you screamed ten minutes ago."

 

The look on her face was priceless. The next words from her mouth… not so much.

 

"I faked it."

 

Rolling my eyes, I wondered for a sickening moment if that was true and immediately decided it was bullshit. I was over two hundred years old. I knew when a woman faked it. Didn't I?

 

I stretched, flexed my muscles and made sure she saw what she was missing. "Well, that's too bad because I enjoyed the Hell out of it. Especially when you screamed my name and your body clamped itself around my… "

 

"Enough," she shouted as she practically sprinted to the door. "You're an arrogant son of a bitch and I can't stand the sight of you. You will never touch me again. I will no longer slum it with lowlifes like you and your big mouth and your big ego and your big… "

 

"Dick?" I suggested politely.

 

"In your dreams," she informed me over her shoulder as she hightailed it out of my suite like the Devil was on her heels.

 

I flopped back down on my bed and smiled. Now I
knew
she was lying…

 

Score one for me.

 

***

 

Later that afternoon…

 

All Hell had broken loose. I hadn't had so much fun in ages. Literally.

 

The office was in shambles, but I couldn’t stop myself. Her anger was as sexy as everything else about her.

 

"Bet you can't nail my head," I challenged. Riling her up had become my favorite pastime.

 

"Bet this, jackass," she shouted as she hurled something colorful and large.

 

The object flew through the air like a bullet out of a gun. I couldn't even make out what it was.

 

"Shrew," I shot back with a laugh as I ducked. The crash was loud. I winced realizing she'd just annihilated an ancient Ming vase.

 

"Moor dweller," she hissed as she flung another irreplaceable artifact at my head.

 

"Very clever," I replied as I dodged the incoming projectile.

 

"I thought so…
Heathcliff
," she purred.

 

Her smile was infuriating and lamentably hot. The office was decimated. There was very little else to break, except for her.

 

It would be far easier to be in a room with the abomination if I didn't want to kill her or bed her. I was torn between which one would give me more satisfaction—tearing her arm off or losing myself inside her body. Unfortunately, neither was a viable option at the present time. Her fiery red curls had fallen out of the mess on her head and fell loosely down her back. Her creamy skin tempted me to distraction and her scent made me dizzy. She was every man's fantasy and my personal nightmare. Even the sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose, which she usually disguised with glamour, were making my pants tight and uncomfortable.

 

Working as a team had been a tremendously bad idea, evidenced by the rubble that used to be Prince Ethan's study. Ethan was my dearest friend and brother to the nightmare staring daggers at me from five feet away. Thankfully Ethan's son, young Samuel, our one and only student, had not been present for the latest showdown between his teacher,
her
… and his fight coach,
me.

 

I could simply leave the office. That was far more mature than throwing her over my knee and spanking her. Or, God forbid, stripping her down and fucking her into submission on the couch we’d destroyed in our melee. Leaving would ensure she lived another day in her long immortal life and that I wouldn't be brought up on charges for killing a Princess—no matter how much she deserved it.

 

I stiffly turned to go and was shoved right back into the room by my cousin Astrid, the mother of the child we were supposed to be teaching.

 

"What in Satan's slightly misguided obsession with Journey happened to this office?" Astrid demanded as she stormed into the room and plopped down on what used to be a priceless antique settee. "Motherfucker, this chair just stabbed me in the ass."

 

"Ask Wuthering Heights," the flame-haired viper snapped as she pointed at me with her middle finger—definitely not an accident on her part.

 

I glanced up at the ceiling hoping against hope it would give me the strength not to rip an appendage from her body. I'd had enough of the
Wuthering Heights
slams. Yes, I was named after a literary character. And yes, my sister was named Cathy. However, my mother had been friends with Emily Brontë, hence the names. I'd come to terms with it hundreds of years ago—or so I'd thought.

 

"So Cousin Heathcliff," Astrid said as she grinned at me. "Care to enlighten me?"

 

"Not particularly," I told her. "Why don't you ask the
lady
?"

 

My nightmare blushed in fury. Her delicate hands fisted at her sides and her eyes blazed green, which delighted me to no end and made the erection in my pants even more painful. Vampyres didn't blush, but this one did—an anomaly that always fascinated me.

 

"Raquel?" Astrid questioned as her head bobbed back and forth between us like a spectator at a tennis match.

 

"He has anger issues," Raquel spat.

 

"Pot, kettle, black," I muttered.

 

"Plus, he keeps daring me," she accused as if it were all my fault.

 

"Well, that certainly sucks," Astrid said. She gave me the stink eye while acting as if the bullshit Raquel just spouted made sense. "While I find all of that fanfuckingfascinating, do you think you guys could take this outside instead of destroying my house?"

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