The Lawgiver's Firebrand by T.M. Smith

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The Blood Coven World, 1 (stand-alone novellas)

He’s Arrogant
Lawgiver Daire is an arrogant incubus, a connoisseur of elegant females and the finer things of life.

She’s Common
Arianna is a witch and Firebrand warrior who is … well … common and less tastefully dressed than the legislator.

Nonetheless
When Daire needs an arm charm and bodyguard for a gala, he hires Ari. After a fire breaks out at the event, a question must be asked. Who’s the target? As the story unfolds, the mismatched warrior and the incubus dodge attacks and pursue a more erotic pastime than avoiding a killer.


Excerpt:

Ari didn’t so much dance with the incubus as fall against his chest and hold on to stay upright. Still, his arms were a strange comfort, warm, confident. Perhaps she’d over-celebrated.

She rubbed her cheek against the hoity-toity’s suit jacket. “Nice. Expensive, I bet.” Her palm stroked his back.

“It’s within my means.”

Tilting her chin, she locked onto his self-assured dark eyes with long lashes. “You look like buying a corporate jet or an entire region on Scath might be in your weekly budget. Are you taking me on as a charity case?”

His hand dropped to her ass, pulling her in tight, his arousal prodding her belly. Hmm. She turned him on in an unexpected way. Of course, he was an incubus, a sensual breed, ready to hump anyone. “Slumming,” he said.

“Glad to be of service.” She wiggled against him. “I’m Arianna. Ari. A Scion Firebrand. What’s your gig?”

“Daire. Lawgiver.”

She jerked back as if he carried a disease. “Oh, shit.”

He pulled her into his arms again. “A problem?” Shoving a leg between her thighs, he continued to sway to the music.

“You really are out of your neighborhood. Looking for an easy lay?” His chest comforted her cheek.

“Any lay is easy for my breed.”

“Arrogant much? I might surprise you.”

“I doubt it.”

Ari stopped, drawing away to let her gaze crawl from the tips of his expensive shoes to his thousand-dollar haircut, luxurious, short, a hank tumbling across a brow. It had been snipped to look casually windswept, but the style was purposeful. “Because you’re wearing nice clothes, probably costing more than I make in a month…”

“Six months.”

“Really?” That was cause to pause.



The Blood Coven Series:
The Firebrand
The Demon's Fire
The Satyr's Guilt
The Vampire's Thirst
The Phoenix

Series:
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