A Devil Named DeVere (The Devil DeVere) - Plot & Excerpts
Truth be told, he'd been in a damnable temper for the past several days—since he'd seen Diana. She'd aroused a fierce desire such as he'd not experienced in a very long time, and then she'd spurned him. Oh, he'd earned her scorn, all right, just as he'd made a life's work out of tempting the devil. It was a game he oftimes played with himself, pushing away that which he most yearned for just to make the later attainment of it all the sweeter. DeVere groaned and scrubbed his face, inadvertently brushing his bruised and swollen lower lip, a tender memento of his recent encounter with the she-dragon. Ah yes, that had come as a surprise! He grimaced. Although he'd expected at least a showing of reticence on her part, he'd not anticipated the sting of a viper. Bedding Diana might not prove as easy as he'd thought. But then again, her newfound venom rather excited him. For this reason he'd chosen to dull his senses with drink, rather than slaking his fevered lust with another.
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