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by Sonya Bateman


  Logan bit her lip and told herself that queasy feeling in her stomach would go away before the ceremony. She knew the band’s new manager had invited every A-list musician and celebrity he could scrounge addresses for, and Blue had been regaling her all morning with a blow-by-blow of the arriving guests. With every big name, her nerves had frayed a little more.

  The sudden fame had unnerved her. She just wanted to sing. But if celebrity status meant she could reach more people through her music, she’d have to deal with it.

  “Go on, guess!” Blue was practically vibrating.

  “Johnny Depp?”

  “Better.” Blue’s grin widened. “Ozzy and Sharon.”

  Logan drew an involuntary breath. “You mean Osbourne? That Ozzy and Sharon?”

  “Yep.”

  “Ohmygod,” she said in a rush. And she hadn’t thought her heart could beat any faster. Legendary musicians were coming to see her. It was unreal. She swallowed a few times and forced a slanted smile across her face. “Does that mean Johnny’s not coming?”

  “Who is Johnny, and why should he be coming when I am not?”

  The deep voice rumbled from the open doorway and melted Logan’s jitters, along with a few other unmentionable parts. She turned with an actual smile and beheld her husband-to-be, leaning against the door frame with crossed arms and a mock scowl that didn’t reach his sparkling green eyes.

  Damn, he was sexy in black. It really brought out the demon in him.

  “Jaeryth!” Blue said sharply. “You’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding. It’s bad luck. Get out of here.”

  Jaeryth frowned. “I will not,” he said. “I’ve had enough of people following me about and throwing themselves at me. I want to see my wife.”

  “Almost wife.” Still smiling, Logan glanced at Blue. “Can you give us a few minutes?”

  Blue let out an exasperated breath. “Fine. Don’t blame me if it rains all over the reception, or Freddy Krueger pops out of the wedding cake.” She smirked and gave Logan a quick hug. “Make him behave,” she said. “I can’t run out and get you another dress.”

  “He will.”

  “That is what you think,” Jaeryth said with a wicked grin.

  When Blue flounced out, Jaeryth closed the door and crossed the room in long strides, then grabbed her and bestowed a searing kiss. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured against her lips.

  “Yeah. It’s been, like, hours,” she managed after she caught her breath. With just a kiss, he could do things to her insides that should drop her dead on the spot—and she loved every second of it. She wrapped her arms around his waist and smirked up at him. “What are you going to do when I’m on tour?”

  “I will go with you.”

  “And when I’m onstage?”

  “I’ll be there too.”

  “No, you won’t.”

  “Yes.” He flashed another heated smile. “And we will make love before ten thousand screaming mortals, so they know that you’re mine.”

  She laughed. “Be careful, Jaeryth. You’re going to tarnish that shiny new soul of yours.”

  “Oh, I intend to.” He held her closer, and his hands slipped down to places they definitely shouldn’t go right now. “By the time I’m finished with it, this soul will be blacker than the depths of Hell. You have no idea what I plan to do with you, my love. Starting with this.” He brushed his fingertips down the latticed cord that held the corset closed across her breasts, and a delicious shiver worked down her spine. “I can hardly wait to unwrap this perfect gift.”

  “Gift?” Logan raised an eyebrow. “If I’m giving you these, what do I get?”

  He smiled, and her world stopped. “My heart,” he whispered. “And my soul. Forever.”

  “I can live with that,” she said huskily.

  He kissed her again. At once, all of her worries about little things like clothes, ceremonies and celebrities vanished. She could handle anything the world threw at her, with Jaeryth to keep her going. And best of all, Hell could never touch him—either of them—again.

  They had the key to heaven right here on earth. And that key was love.

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  About the Author

  Sonya Bateman lives in “scenic” Central New York, with its two glorious seasons: winter and road construction. She is the author of the Gavyn Donatti urban fantasy series (Master of None / Master and Apprentice) from Simon & Schuster. Her pseudonym, S.W. Vaughn, writes M/M erotic paranormal romance for Loose Id, and thrillers for no one in particular.

  You can contact Sonya at [email protected].

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  Table of Contents

  Demon’s Song

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Epilogue

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