Wednesday Special Spotlight
From the Heavens comes a hero who will take your breath away.
Reese Whittaker dreams of falling for a man who shares her love of archeology and ancient civilizations. But being attacked by a horde of demons and rescued by a Sumerian God—a well-armed, gorgeous Sumerian God—opens up a world she never knew existed, attracting all kinds of supernatural attention.
Dagan, son of the Air God and a Time Walker, is sworn to protect the human race in general, and one young woman in particular—Reese. He’s not the only one mysteriously attracted to her powerful life force. Underworld leader Kur craves it for the untold power it will give him to strike a blow at the deities of Dilmun.
Dagan is forbidden by law to interact with Reese, but from the moment he sees her, the fury—an intense sexual need for bonding—blinds him to all the rules. Should the pantheon discover he has fallen for a human, the punishment could mean death for him and Reese.
A bogie jumped on Dagan’s back with enough force to knock them both to the slippery wooden deck.
“Stay inside, Reese. Lock yourself in.” Dagan managed to yell the order before the demon struck him in the face with a vicious blow.
Reese wrapped her hand around the handle of a cast iron skillet sitting on the counter and raced outside to see two more rushing toward them. Scared to death, but unable to leave Dagan to do battle alone, she ran at the two new fiendish-looking creatures and whacked the first one in the head. It dropped to the ground like a stone. The second one turned on her and she swung at him but he deflected the blow. He laughed and produced what she thought was supposed to be a sneer, but it was hard to tell.
It grabbed at her, but she managed to hit it in the knee with her sturdy weapon. When it yowled and bent forward, she belted him on the back of the neck and he joined his cohort at her feet.
Searching the area with her eyes, she saw Dagan beat the one who had jumped him down, pull out his sword and cut off its head. A bright flash lit up the night turning it to what looked like black coal dust. Another one grabbed Dagan’s lapel and pulled him over the railing.
“Finish him. I’ll get the female,” the one she assumed was the leader said.
The taller demon came after her and she ran. Reese heard gunshots as she bashed one galla in the head and turned to come face to face with a human. At least that’s what she thought until he spoke.
“You’ve been a nasty piece of business, I must say,” he sneered. “Now we’re through and you’re coming with me.”
The vicious glint in his eyes sent a sliver of fear clattering through her. The stench from his mouth made her want to gag. “I don’t think so.”
Dagan leapt onto the porch. The smell of gunpowder and the loud report of the guns filled the night as he rapidly fired into the demon’s body. It dropped to its knees and glared at Dagan.
“Tell your boss I’ll be seeing him soon,” Dagan promised.
The evil being hissed and melted away. He could have given the Wicked Witch of the West a run for her money in the melting department.
Dagan retrieved his sword and sheathed it. He strode toward her wearing a deep frown. She stared at the blackened remnants on the porch, door and side of the house which were fading as night fell.
“The next time I tell you to run, run, dammit.”
Her gaze snapped to him. “You’re not my keeper.”
His intense stare locked on her. “You need a keeper.”
Reese straightened and glared at him, a fist of anger returning. “They deserved it.” She narrowed her eyes on him. “You deserved it too.”
“Come on.” Dagan grabbed her arm, pulled her inside, closed and locked the door.
She marched over to the pantry and pulled out a broom.
“What are you doing?”
Memories of what had just happened tap danced on her psyche, memories she shouldn’t have—no one should have. “I’m going to sweep that rubbish off my porch.” Her hands were shaking.
“I don’t suppose you’d leave?”
Moving to her he said, “Not gonna happen.”
Instantly, Reese dropped the broom and started slapping at the front of her shirt. Her eyes grew wider. “My chest is burning.”
“Dammit.” His bright green eyes turned black as the night. He tore off Rufus’s coat and the robe, grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her body trembled.
Tossing the smoldering shirt into the sink, Dagan picked Reese up and ran to the bathroom. He set her into the bathtub, turned on the water, tossed his holster, sheaths for his knives and stars off, then stepped in with her.
Pushing her under the spray, he silently lathered his hands with the soap and began massaging her chest, arms, and down her stomach. “The galla’s blood is like acid.”
He turned her around to rinse the soap off and undid her bra. “When I shot the last one some of its blood must have gotten on your clothes. That’s why it burned.”
Again, he lathered his hands and soaped her back, shoulders and arms. He threw the soggy bra on the floor and gently unbuttoned her pants and drew them down her wet legs and tossed everything into a heap. “Let me look at you, to make sure your skin is undamaged.”
He turned her to face him and brushed callused hands over her skin. “Just a little redness. It didn’t get all the way through your shirt enough to burn your skin, but let’s wash you one more time to be sure.”
She nodded but didn’t speak.
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