La femme de ménage voit tout

Freida McFadden

Description

Incubus Again (Paranormal Adult Romance)

For a thousand years the Sex Fae had hidden in plain sight among the Humans. After the Great Purge when the Aristocracy of the Supernatural Community attempted to exterminate the Incubus and Succubus for being able to control everyone else, those few who survived worked to erase themselves from collective memory. They became vague impressions and old wives tales. Shapeshifters who could assume any human form, they easily became what one desired the most. They fed on the sexual energy of a partner, but unlike a Vampire, they didn’t just take. They gave—the most fantastic orgasm the partner would ever experience. Incubus Again follows the stories of the Incubus Luka and the younger Incubus Stan as they navigate the sexuality of the 21st Century

Big Bad Incubus

Luka is Summoned for the Vengeance of a Spurned Lover. But Vengeance has a cost.

Wayward Wolf

When a Werewolf sleeps with the best friend of his partner, she plots her revenge. "Stan the Man" is rumored to be able to turn a straight man gay. Will it work if the target is a werewolf?

Incubus Debt

Vengeance comes at a price and the Incubus comes to collect.

Incubus and the Cub

What happens when a chubby Cub from the Bear Community fantasizes having a hot and huge Daddy Bear? Luka is about to discover a lot more of himself in the process.

Excerpt:

Those fantasies told me she was not like Tucker. She wanted to be dominated the way no one would dominate her in the day or at her work. She wanted to give up all responsibility for her sexual desires. She wanted to be the innocent one, and blame the Big Bad Incubus. I enjoyed a sip of the scotch and she drank half of hers in one swallow. Scotch should only be taken that way as self-medication. I took another step forward, giving my movement the slightest hint of menace. Her heart beat sped up.

“How did you escape the Circle?” Her arousal spiked. She began to understand just how little control she had. Be careful what you wish for. She finished her scotch and set the glass on the table.

“Such Circles are for Demons,” I told her. “An Incubus is not a true Demon no matter the judgment of the Church. We are actually part of the Lost Fair Ones, better known as the Fae.” I looked away. “And some have called us Angels.”

“But you came when I Called,” she whispered.

“I came because I was curious. I was never compelled. I return now because you are still calling to me, but in a different way. I mentioned there was a cost. If you give over another to someone like me, you give yourself as well.” I moved forward again, and she withdrew--stopped when her back touched the wall.

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