It’s here! The second book in my Afterlife series is now available. His Seductive Target has been a long time coming and I can’t wait to hear what you think of it. You can purchase your copy for only $2.99 here or throughout this post.
About the Book
NYPD Homicide Detective Veranika Russo used to hunt monsters every day on the job. Even though she’s been suspended from active duty, she can’t resist investigating her sister’s murder. But doing so triggers hallucinations that haven’t haunted her since childhood: demons. Only the demons are real. And one of them killed her sister.
Special Agent Grayson Wyatt of the FBI has signed a deal with the Deceiver himself to bring Nika to him by the next full moon. In exchange for his soul. But his seductive target makes him yearn for a life he hadn’t realized he wanted and, when it comes down to handing her over, he’s not sure he can give up the only woman capable of severing his deal with the devil.
On the run from the most powerful evil in the world, Nika and Grayson fight against time to track down the demon that killed her sister, but can she really trust the one man she fears the most?
What They’re Saying
“Another great installment in the Afterlife series!” – bestselling author Zoe Forward
“In Nichole Severn’s world of angels and demons, the lines of good and evil—and right and wrong—are blurred & that makes for a really sharp story.” – Heroes and Heartbreakers, full review here.
“I’m here to find Rachel’s killer, same as you.” His attention darted to the gun then back to her guarded expression. She wouldn’t shoot him. No good cop enjoyed shooting or even pulling a weapon until desperation kicked in. And she was a good cop. She wanted justice for her sister. But her detective skills against an Arch-demon? Isabel would tear her to pieces without his help. She couldn’t do this alone. He wouldn’t let her. “I can help you. We can help each other.”
“How?” Nika fanned her fingers over the gun’s handle. Her arm had most likely started aching from holding the Glock up for so long. Even the most seasoned agents had that problem after a while. No way to beat your own body.
Faster than any mortal moved, Grayson wrapped his hand around her small wrist and ripped the gun from her grasp with his other hand. “Well, now I have to make you accept my offer.”
She gripped the back of his neck and thrust one knee up into his stomach. His jacket padded a portion of the hit, but air rushed from his lungs with the blow. He dropped the gun and barely managed to block her second knee aimed at his face. How had she moved so fast?
Determination to win infused his muscles with an extra burst of energy. To hell with manners. Hand-to-hand combat was his hometown. She was mortal. And, right now, he was not.
He rammed his shoulder into her mid-section and hiked her over his back. He straightened, her arms and legs fighting to make contact anywhere she could. He strengthened his grip around her legs. “If you just would’ve accepted my help, none of this would be happening right now—”
A strong jab with her elbow to the back of his neck weakened his knees and darkened the edges of his vision, but he dug his fingers into the backs of her thighs until she gasped. “I know you don’t trust me, but you need to calm down.”
“Put me down!” she yelled.
Another jab to the base of his neck unbalanced his weight and he swung her forward, catching her right before she hit the pavement. Dizziness overwhelmed him and he collapsed on top of her, pinning her arms and legs. Their combined breathing filled his ears. Her scent overwhelmed his system with calm and comfort, which was ridiculous since she’d just tried to knock him unconscious. Shouldn’t he hold that against her?
Her lithe hands pressed into his pectoral muscles, and with effort, he rolled off of her and onto his back. He sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere for a few minutes. How was she able to hit him at all? Either he’d lost his abilities or Nika was far more than the Deceiver revealed. Maybe both. “Damn, you’re strong for such a tiny person. Are you sure you aren’t interested in applying to the Bureau?”
“Are you sure you weren’t lying when you said you worked for them?” Her tone had lightened since she’d first confronted him, now almost throaty. The effect rushed blood below his waist. How easy it’d be to imagine that voice whispering in his ear while he took her for the first time. “Or maybe you’re getting old, Special Agent Wyatt. What are you thirty-five, forty?”
His laugh shook his chest hard and intensified the pain in his stomach. She shouldn’t have been able to strike such a hard blow. “Wow. First you cheap-shot me in the back of the neck and now you’re going for my ego. And, here I was starting to like you.”
Nika sat upright, strands of soft, blonde hair streaking in front of her face from her failing ponytail. She studied him with a set expression, the same investigative countenance she’d used to take in her sister’s crime scene. Her eyes narrowed at the corners and three distinct creases set up residence between her eyebrows.
“You’re thinking about whether or not you can trust me.” Not a question. He could read this woman like a book, almost as though Fate had meant for her to become one of his targets. He pressed his upper body off the pavement and leveled his gaze with hers. The movement didn’t hurt that much this time around, but flared with each inhale. “If you’re worried I’ll turn you in for investigating while on suspension from the force, don’t. I don’t care and I don’t need you to trust me. I need you to help me find your sister’s killer.”
“Why? What do you get out of it?” she asked.
Silence rested between them. He waited for the words, hoped she’d say them as her attention swept over him from head to toe. Her deep study electrified his nerve endings. What did she see looking at him like that? The real reason he’d followed her from the bank? His true nature?
“All right, but I’m not calling you Special Agent anymore.” She pushed herself to her feet, her lean frame towering over him as she extended a hand down. He slid his palm against hers, but had to fight the bolt of energy streaking up his arm from their contact. Her pupils dilated, almost overtaking her blue irises. So she’d felt the connection too. Pleasure stoked the slow burn already spreading under his skin. “You can elaborate on the other cases on the way to my sister’s apartment, but once we find Rachel’s killer, he’s mine. Understand? We do this my way.”
Against an Arch-demon? Probably not the best choice, but he’d let her lead for now. Besides, he had her right where he wanted her. “Deal.”
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