May 12, 2010 - Day Three
We continue our Special Edition Romance Previews of THE DEMON IN ME by Michelle Rowen. Today is Day Three of our exciting sneak peek. Enjoy!
THE DEMON IN ME
(Living in Eden – Book #1)
Hell hath no fury…
Fate has led Eden Riley to become a “psychic consultant” to the police, even though her abilities are unreliable at best. Those paranormal powers are about to get her into a jam she couldn’t have predicted. After her hunky police detective partner guns down a serial killer in front of her, Eden realizes that she’s quite literally no longer alone. A voice in her head introduces himself as Darrak. He’s a demon. But not in a bad way!
…like a woman possessed.
Darrak lost his original body 300 years ago thanks to a witch’s curse. This is the first time he’s ever been able to speak directly to a host, plus there’s a bonus. Eden’s psychic energy helps him to take form during daylight hours. He wants to use this chance to find a way to break his curse — finally. Otherwise, Eden’s going to have to learn to live with this sexy demon…like it or not.
And she thinks she might like it.
At Eden’s apartment, with her inner demon keeping quiet as a mouse, she thinks maybe she’s gotten rid of him once and for all. She’s wrong, of course...
Eden pulled off her shirt and jeans, kicking them over onto her fuzzy pink bathmat, and then reached around to unhook her bra. She let it fall to the floor.
“I’m feeling much better now,” Darrak said.
She stifled a scream and clamped her hands over her bare breasts. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“Did I interrupt something?” There was a short pause. “Oh, I see. Don’t let me stop you from getting naked. Please, continue.”
Eden scanned her reflection with wide eyes. Could she see the demon inside of her? A shadow in her eyes? Did she look possessed?
Nope. There was nothing noticeable. Other than the deep voice in her head only she could hear.
“This should be interesting.” Darrak sounded amused. “As I said before, I’ve never shared living space with a woman before. I honestly never would have guessed black lace panties for you. But I do approve.”
She glared at her reflection, feeling equal parts anger and embarrassment from being caught half-naked by the demon. “I think we’re going to need to set some boundaries.”
“Then I suggest you don’t look at yourself in the mirror when you’re in a state of undress. It’s the only way I can see you—all of you, at the moment.”
She turned away from the mirror. “Fine.”
“Isn’t it a little early to have Christmas hand towels out? Or do you use those all year round?”
She looked at the floor instead. The last thing she needed was a demon critiquing her lousy decorating skills.
“Darrak—” she let out a shuddery breath “—I need my privacy.”
“That’s going to be difficult. For obvious reasons.”
(excerpt continued on Thursday)