I’m very excited to say that my bad boy demon hero, NIOL, is back in action! 😉
Here’s the blurb for MIDNIGHT’S MASTER:
In a world of shadows, desire conquers all…
In this sexy, gripping novel, Cynthia Eden draws readers deeper into the realm of the Others—vampires, shifters, and sinfully attractive demons whose powers are matched only by their dark hungers…
Tall, dark, and formidable, Niol Lapen is the last demon on earth most people would ask for a favor, yet the sexy little reporter who wanders into his club dares to do exactly that. Holly Storm already knows too much about his kind, and Niol has no wish to help her get in deeper over her head. But working alongside her may be the only way to stop a killer, even as it ignites a primal desire unlike anything he’s known.
Holly has seen firsthand what Niol is capable of, but that doesn’t frighten her nearly as much as her body’s instinctive reaction to him, or the wild, fierce passion that would tempt her to follow him through hell itself. Something evil and relentless is prowling the streets of Atlanta. And as Holly’s search leads her into danger that even Niol could never have predicted, she’ll uncover a secret that could rip her world apart….
And, in case you are in the mood for a sneak peak, here is a little excerpt:
“No. I’m not one of your demon wannabe sluts, Niol. I don’t want to jump you in the dark so that I can have the thrill of saying I screwed a monster.”
Hit. The reporter obviously understood more than she’d pretended about the human women who came to his bar.
“I don’t want to play—”
“Yes, Holly, you do.” Her heart still pounded too fast, her nipples were still pebbled, and her cheeks were flushed—all from hunger.
Need. For him.
“I’m not going to play.” Her hand dropped. “I’m going to do my job—and find out what happened to Carl. With, or without your help.”
He stared at her. Such a shame. They would have been good together. The sex, well, it would have been pretty phenomenal. All that fire she had—oh, yeah, phe-nomenal.
Pity. Niol shook his head. “Sorry, love, it’s going to be ‘without.’” And then he did the only thing he could do.
He turned around and walked away from her. As he stalked toward the SUV, he felt her eyes on him. His hand lifted, reached for the door.
Oh, but the woman’s voice could get to him. It was the soft huskiness when she said his name. Like a stroke right over his groin. But he didn’t look at her. Niol opened the door.
“You have to care.” Her voice sharpened. “You play the bastard, but Carl, he was little more than a kid, and one of yours. You have to care—”
The laughter escaped then. He just couldn’t help it. He stepped back and glanced over at her. “Have you forgotten so soon, sweet? The incubus who took you that night—he was one of my kind, too—and I burned him,” the fire had been so beautiful, “from the inside out.”
His lips were twisted in a smile that he knew could chill. “I kill my kind.” The incubus hadn’t been the first, and he wouldn’t be the last. “I don’t go out on a damn crusade to save them…or any humans who are dumb enough to get involved in a world they can’t understand.”
“You’re a cold bastard, Niol.”
So he’d been told.