Handbag and Book: #author Karilyn Bentley sharing a #christmasgift #romance #readromance

This cute little brown Donald J Pliner purse was a Christmas gift from my sister-in-law several years ago. I love it because it's small and is perfect for evenings out. It holds credit cards, lipstick, and my phone. Cute and functional! Just my style! 

A demon attack… 

 

Reeling from a personal tragedy and abandoned by all she loves, the world's newest demon huntress, Gin Crawford, sinks into a deep despair. She’s forced back to reality by news of a large number of people committing suicide, all on the same night. Suspecting demon involvement, Gin must work with her sexy but estranged mentor Aidan Smythe to track who, or what, is behind the deaths. 

Leads to a new discovery… 

As they come closer to finding the culprit, they realize their employer, the Agency, is hiding its own secret, one which threatens Gin's very existence. New discoveries reveal that even those dedicated to eradicating evil can be bought. Can Gin and Smythe forgive each other and work together or will they fall under the demon's thrall? 

 

    A vision of an auburn-haired man dressed in dark trousers and a gray button-down, appears in my head. He sits on my closed toilet lid, watching me sleep in the full tub, watching as my head slides closer to the waterline. 

     It must be a dream. How else can I be asleep and still see the bathroom, my sleeping self and the man? A dream. Only a dream. His voice is nothing more than my imaginings. 

     And yet I feel the need to answer. To deny his words. 

     I’m not listening to you. I make an effort to rebuke the voice, refusing to take what it offers, refusing to admit its enticing pull. 

     Oh, but you are. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze firmly affixed to my face. You contemplate my words. You seek the rest only I can give. 

     Yeah, right. Not buying it, buster. Although I’m starting to want what he offers. I’ll never admit it to Mystery Man. What can a figment of my imagination really do? 

     I am not a figment. He smiles, his lips pulling away from straight, white teeth. 

     Despite the warm water, a chill runs down my spine. He holds out his hand. 

     Come. Take my hand. Rest. Leave your problems behind. 

 

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