A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch （Glimmer Falls, #2(129)

He laughed, surprised all over again by the bonkers listing. No one else had bid, and now for the low price of $0.99—well, $4.28, once shipping was included—he owned a plastic rock that supposedly housed the murderous, red-haired lover of his dreams. He could only imagine how the seller must have cackled realizing some poor sap had fallen for the scam.

“Well, Eleanora,” he said, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The plastic jewel, predictably, did not respond.

Feeling silly and rather sleep-deprived, he dramatically lowered his voice. “Show yourself, succubus.”

A sudden wind whipped around the room, rustling the papers on his desk and making the curtains flutter. To Ben’s shock, the crystal began glowing electric blue. The wind and light swirled into a tiny cyclone in his palm, which grew and grew before spinning to the middle of the room. Then the blue light flared white-hot, making him shield his eyes.

When he lowered his hand, there was a woman in his living room.

And not just any woman.

The most beautiful woman Ben had ever seen.

She had wavy, waist-length red hair, green eyes, and an hourglass figure that defined the term bombshell. Her lips were full, her cheekbones high, and her skin a smooth porcelain he felt the urge to brush his knuckles over to see if it was as soft as it looked. Her form-fitting blue shirt was the same shade as the jewel, and she wore black leather pants and thigh holsters containing knives that took Ben back to his formative crush on Lara Croft.

She smelled incredible.

She was also glaring at Ben like she wanted to disembowel him.

“Uh . . .” he said, confused, awed, and deeply alarmed.

In response, she opened her mouth to reveal sharp fangs and hissed.