Title: His Defender
Author: B.J. McCall
Grant Winston is having a bad night. His new girlfriend is trying to draw him to the dark side, a woman of the night gives him a nasty bite and a sword wielding beauty in a Goth outfit claims she’s his defender.
Arista has her orders and an uncooperative human will not dissuade her from her sacred duty. Naive as he is handsome, Grant is in big trouble. He has something an old and powerful demon wants and he doesn’t understand Arista is all that stands between him and hell.
“It’s barely midnight. You’ll have sooo much fun.”
Grant Winston looked at his date. Nature had blessed Magan with a great body that her little black dress accentuated. Her ready-to-party attitude never wavered. He liked blondes. Magan liked sex. So what was the problem?
Magan unsettled him. She had a wildness about her that put his sixth sense on alert. He had met her at a bar two weeks ago and they’d ended up at a party having sex on a stranger’s bed. Not his style, but he’d been too blitzed to think much beyond the hot, willing, woman making moves on him.
She was blatant, crude and liked to party all night and sleep all day. “I’m riled and ready. Let’s party!”
“Not going to happen.”
Magan licked her lower lip. “You know what they say. Two’s a date, but three’s a party.”
Sex with Magan was impersonal. That was the problem. The gratification was short-lived. Nothing lingered. Nothing mattered. Grant understood he was nothing more than a sex object, a body with an erection. He chuckled at the irony, but no one liked to be used, and if he let her, Magan would not only use him, she’d abuse him, too. Again, not his path to satisfaction.
“Sorry, Magan. Threesomes aren’t my thing.”
“You’ll like Ethan. I know you don’t like crowds, so I thought we could pick up Ethan and go back to your place. We can do whatever you want. Try new things.”
Grant rubbed the bridge of his nose. He didn’t want to continue the discussion that had begun over after-dinner drinks. Magan wanted a threesome with Ethan, a nineteen-year-old with a staggering inheritance. High more hours than not, the kid had a crush on Magan.
“Just do it!”
Instead of being flippant, Magan’s remark had the tone of an order.
“Men don’t interest me.”
Magan downshifted and stopped at a traffic light. She pressed her stiletto-clad foot on the accelerator and revved the powerful engine of her luxury sports car. “Will a woman interest you? Charla is just a phone call away.”
Charla had legs that didn’t quit, but Grant didn’t rise to the bait. He shook his head. “I’ll pass.”
“I got something that will help,” Magan said. “Get you up and in a party mood.”
“No, thanks.” During his college years, Grant had lived in the fast lane, and he’d nearly crashed and burned. Magan was running down that road, but Grant was done. “You go to the party. You can drop me off at my building.”
Magan slid her hand up his thigh and cupped his genitals. “Come on, Grant. Let’s have a little fun.”
Grant removed her hand. “I’m done for the night.”
“Done? The party is just starting.”
Grant looked at her. Her eyes were blazing with anger. “No.”