New Release: Demonic Obsessions: Seventh Night

[Anastasia Rabiyah]

Dear Reader,

I have a new paranormal release for you available at www.AmiraPress.com and it's packed with erotic romance. Demonic Obsessions: Seventh Night is part of a demon themed collection of stories by Dahlia Rose, Crymsyn Hart, and me, Anastasia Rabiyah. Seventh Night is the final book to release and I hope you'll pick up your copy soon! Here's more about the story:

Demonic Obsessions: Seventh Night

by Anastasia Rabiyah

ISBN: 978-1-934475-98-0
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Book Length: Novella
Heat Level: Hot

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Born of a succubus and fathered by a man, Rurik will do anything to be a true demon and be accepted in the lower reaches of Hell. When his mother comes to him on the seventh night—the night when all demons fly to the living world to wreak havoc—he is excited about his assignment to defile a woman. He goes forth with high hopes, having been taught how to seduce and anxious to test his training. But when he catches sight of a beautiful woman suffering a nightmare in her bed, he is easily distracted. Her pliant body responds to his tempting touch. Her mind allows him in. He finds himself wanting her instead of the woman he has been assigned to defile.

Excerpt:

He glanced at himself in the looking glass by his mother’s bed. Human, he thought, abhorring his natural form. With the will of his demonic side, wings pushed their way from his back, searing him with exquisite pain. They were followed by the pointed tail he used to play with as a child. Horns sprouted from his temples, straight, gray, and pointed at their tips. He smiled, pleased, but this transformation lacked the full effect. His face remained unmarred, handsome in its own right and human. Rurik spread his great black and purple wings, ran and leapt over the railing, flying through the heat of Hell, and riding the updrafts toward the light.

The brilliant luminance of the living proved a struggle to pass through. His wings fought the cold brought on by the portal. Other demons’ bodies collided with his. Claws clipped his skin. Cackles of panic and cruelty rent the airless passage. Rurik closed his eyes and focused on the object of his mission, Durbin. A convent. Abbess. He had no clear concept of what the place looked like, but such trivial details did not matter.

Never had he coupled. The thought intrigued him, awakening his body to a fire that warded off the cold of passing through. When the chill left him, he opened his eyes to the dark night sky. The moon on this side bled orange, not as bold as how she showed from the high reaches of Hell. Stars glittered. Misty clouds blurred his vision. He watched the shadowy countryside below. Rows of crops lined the surface in patches. Here and there small houses cornered the lots, but he did not feel they were what he sought.

He breathed deep and tasted the scent of incense in the air. Incense and melting wax, the scent of a holy place, perfumes his mother described often when she relayed the sordid details of how she begot her only son. A cross rose from a steeple-topped building. Rurik dipped. He passed through a closed window, his demonic body slipping through solid mass as if it were ethereal.

The scent of living souls overwhelmed him. His mouth watered to taste them. So many women resided in this wing of the building that he heard their thoughts as a cacophony of musical lilting voices. He gripped the edge of a doorway and closed them off from his mind one by one. He gazed into the room by which he stood. A woman slept there, her gold hair braided and hanging over her shoulder. Her eyes rolled beneath their lids. “She dreams,” he said before stepping closer to inspect. He climbed atop her small bed and lay on her body, slipping past the rough coverlet and sheet until...

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