Print Length: 186 pages
Publisher: SP Press
Publication Date: January 14, 2017
A standalone novel in the world of the international bestselling WINGED series... a glimpse in to one man's past....
It was supposed to be a simple dinner. The repayment of a debt.
I should have known Lilith would find a way to make things difficult.
Three favors. Three stories of lovers past. As Lilith said, an easy task.
I remember them all.
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND GRAPHIC SEX SCENES. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED
I leaned back, unfolding my napkin and draping it over my lap. “So, what sort of delicacy is on the menu this evening?”
“Oh, who knows. I leave those sort of things to the kitchen.” Lilith waved a hand absently, brushing the question aside as if it was no more than a fly. “It’s time for you to pay your debt.”
“And I’m here.”
“Baraquel.” Her smile was the sort usually reserved for cute animals and slow adults. “Did you really think a simple dinner would be all the repayment I required?”
“Not really but I was foolish enough to hope.” Sighing, I pulled a cigar from my coat pocket and examined the tip. “How, then, am I supposed to repay you?”
“Three favors, correct?” Her smile grew when I nodded. “Wonderful. Three stories, then.”
“I beg your pardon?” I winced, shaking my head as she laughed. “Remind me to limit my time around Joanne. I’m picking up too many of her verbal ticks for my liking.”
“If it helps, think of this as more of a series of lectures on the right and wrong way to conduct relationships.” She propped her elbows on the table, steepling her fingers as she stared at me with the sort of fascination I’d seen on cats in the instant before they pounced. “After all, you have so much advice to offer. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.”
“My personal life is my own.” I set the cigar down, hating the stiffness in my voice and yet unable to do anything to correct it. “You’ve known me long enough to know that.”
“And I’m not asking for a rundown of every person you’ve fucked in the last few millennia.” Her smile widened, the edges turning cruel. “Besides, even if I did, I doubt you could provide one.”
“Yes.” I clenched my fist in my lap. “I remember them all.”
“Good.” She tapped her fingers on her lower lip. “Then tell me a story.”
About the Author:
L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She knows this because she's killed bamboo. Twice. She is the author of the Winged series, the Plaisir Coupable series, Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and Taken: A Frankie Post Novel.
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