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When a coincidence—or fate—gives me a chance to get to know Raz, the attraction quickly becomes something deeper. And it’s mutual. Turns out, the hotter-than-hell demon isn’t so grumpy after all. He's sweeter than a cinnamon roll, and he’s mine for as long as I want him, which might be forever…
This cozy, cute, steamy story includes:
- a hell-born vengeance demon who develops emotions and turns out to be an adorable cinnamon roll hero
- I will kill for you and die for you vibes
- size difference (but don’t worry, it fits!)
- he puts his long tongueeverywhere
- explicit sexual acts between consenting adults
- sweet happily ever after
Please be mindful of the following sensitive content:
- mentions of previous psychological and emotional abuse (of the heroine by her ex-boyfriend)
- mentions of violence that occurred in the past
- mentions of mental health struggles
- mentions of death
Dela
“Oh, Dela…”my coworker singsongs from the opposite end of the café counter. “Your favorite customer just walked in.”
Nope. Not giving Shay the satisfaction of a response or reaction. And I’m definitely not turning around to confirm who she’s talking about. Besides, I don’t have to. The temperature is easily several degrees higher than before the bell over the front door jingled, and that’s not because the furnace kicked into overdrive.
Raz is the hottest monster in town. Yes, yes, phoenix shifters literally burn, but that’s once every what, five-hundred years? Dragon fire istechnicallyhotter than Raz, too, but again, that’s not part of a dragon’s day-to-day, out-in-public existence. Neither of those creatures, nor any of the others in town, affect the coffee shop’s room temperature.
But Raz does. Heat radiates from the towering red demon. Even without seeing his brooding face and curved black horns above the heads of the other patrons, I feel his presence every time he comes into The Brew.
Shay says she doesn’t feel the increase in room temperature. I call bullshit on that, but the more I dispute her claim, the more enjoyment she gets from pushing my buttons. She’s my favorite person to work with, one of my new best friends, and I don’t mind the teasing when Razisn’twithin earshot. But honestly, who knows how far that range is? He’s a revenge demon, for goodness’ sake. His life’s purpose is to hear vengeful wishes and make them happen. Odds are, his hearing is pretty damn good.
Right now, allIcan hear is my pulse pounding a heavy beat. Based on its increasing speed, he’s getting closer to the counter. Meaning, I’m going to have to face him momentarily. There are only so many sugary sprinkles I can add to the birthday-cake iced latte I’m making before I have to turn around and hand it off to the customer patiently waiting for her order. On that note, I hope fairies can’t get diabetes.
I force myself to return the sprinkle shaker to the shelf, then draw a deep breath. Overloaded iced latte in hand and smile in place, I make the necessary swivel. My focus should be the fairy with beautiful, iridescent wings and wide green eyes. The person whose drink I’m holding—or, more accurately,withholding, since I haven’t set it down. It’s become my personal security drink. When I turn it over to its rightful owner, Flora will flutter away and Raz will move up, one step closer to the counter. Before I know it, he’ll be directly in my face.
After I tip my head back to look up at him, that is. Which I’ll have to do because he’s a customer. Something I’ll want to do because what Shay said is true—Raz is myfavoritecustomer. My favorite monster. My favorite man.
To him, I’m just a coffee barista. An unremarkable human who chose to live in a town full of monsters. He probably assumes I moved to Fate’s Falls because I have a monster fetish. I came here to escape a monster of the worst kind—a human man who tried to hurt me.
Despite its population filled with some potentially deadly creatures, Fate’s Falls has a zero-tolerance policy for aggression of any kind. The monsters who choose to live here may do heinous things outside the town’s boundaries, but never within. There hasn’t been a single occurrence. As a survivor of some ugly shit, when presented with the opportunity to live without fear, I jumped. Not literally, I was too broken and weak at the time. But internally, mentally, I did more flips than an Olympic gymnast.
If Fate’s Falls didn’t have its guarantee of peace and harmony, I still would have moved here. It’s far away from the city where I lived with Doug. Even if he tried to hunt me down, the odds of him finding this small town nestled between mountains and forests are slim. Maybe even impossible, if the stories I’ve heard are true.
As for monsters… It never occurred to me I might be attracted to one. My unexpected interest is irrelevant because I’m riding the celibacy bus now. Okay, that and my vibrator, which yes,isoversized and red. Coincidentally. Or subconsciously. Maybe I was thinking of Raz when I ordered it online. But whatever. That’s as close to his cock as I’m ever going to get. Assuming he has a cock. That’s not information you can fact-check via Google, after all.
“Here you go,” Shay says, prying the birthday-cake iced latte from my grip, then passing it to my extremely patient fairy customer.
Snapped back to reality, my cheeks flame with embarrassment. Everyone in the café just witnessed me completely zone out while thinking about riding my Raz-inspired vibrator. Here’s hoping none of them have the ability to read minds.
“I’m so sorry for your wait,” I say to Flora as she rises from the floor, takeout cup in hand.
“No problem, sweetie.” She winks before fluttering away. Not a general, friendly wink; it’s slow and exaggerated, a knowing kind of wink.
