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As soon as I’d slipped outside into the damp air, I shoved my hand into my bug-out bag, rummaging around until I found my iron knife, sheathed in leather. I hated having to use iron. It was poisonous to fae like me, but it was the only way to hurt a spell-slayer. Then, I pulled out my mobile and called Ciara. “Arianna,” she answered immediately, whispering into the phone. “He’s still here. And now there’s another one, with violet eyes. I’ve heard of him. He’s the one they call the Wraith. He moves like wind in the night and slaughters silently in the shadows. I think he’s the Devil himself.” “Very reassuring, thanks.” She was always saying weird stuff about the Devil. Pretty sure it was an American thing. Whatever the case, this was not wonderful news. “Just tell me when they’re leaving.” “The Devil wears many faces,” she hissed. “I know. Just simmer down, friend. Look, I might have to fight them both. Just text me when they leave.” “Wait. Wait. If you make it home alive, put cat pee in front of your door, mixed with old cabbage.” “Is that supposed to ward off fae nobility?” “Dunno, but Aunt Starlene put it outside our trailer to keep the police away after she threw an alligator at someone in a McDonald’s parking lot. And she set bear traps.” She scratched her cheek. “Also, she might have shot them, so … that could have actually been the part that kept them out of our trailer.” “Thanks, Ciara. Gotta go.” I

Tension thickened the air, and my knees felt weak. The demon dominated the room. His eyes locked on me. Every cell in my body was telling me to turn and run, to save myself before it was too late. He might be beautiful, but this creature was pure death. He’d tear my throat out in an instant. It felt like ages before the look of raw hatred disappeared, replaced by a cruel, mocking smile. He dragged his gaze away from me. Now, he looked at ease, like all of this was amusing to him. He shrugged. “Well, don’t stop the fun, my mortal friends.” He spoke with a posh English accent. “One might get the unpleasant idea that demons aren’t welcome here.” With a slow, graceful gait, he crossed to the bar, his enormous body seemingly radiating lethal power. Though I trembled and backed away from him, I found myself unable to stop staring. Shai tugged on my arm, pulling me away, and I nearly stumbled as she dragged me from the bar. When we were no longer so close to him, she whispered, “What was that all about?” My mouth had gone dry, and my head was spinning. “You saw that, too? The look he was giving me? I have no idea what that was about.” “Maybe you look like someone he knew.” She glanced over my shoulder at him. “That’s the one I was talking about. The Lord of Chaos. What’s he doing here?” When I turned to look at him again, he slid his glacial gaze toward me. He arched an eyebrow and lifted his whiskey glass like a toast. Drawn to him

“This sounds insane,” he said, cutting me off, and scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “I thrive in chaos. I like to watch things burn. But this situation is making me feel something different, unfamiliar. I don’t like it,” he said in a clipped tone. “This is making my heart beat faster, almost like a…like a warning. As if something bad is about to happen.” My eyes widened. “Yeah. That’s anxiety. Are you feeling anxious for my safety, or are you worried you’ll be caught out?” His gaze shuttered. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m a lethal four-hundred-year-old demon of chaos, imbued with godlike powers. I fear nothing.” “Not sure I believe you anymore, Orion.” -Excerpt from City of Thorns He's a lethal demon and I'm a mortal woman, but to get the revenge we both seek, we'll have to work together. But if I fall under his seductive spell, death awaits me. Read City of Thorns in Kindle Unlimited, ebook, and paperback on Amazon...

I was a fae scarred from head to toe from years of battle. I knew a woman was never supposed to admit when she thought she was beautiful. It was a mortal sin. Everyone hates a woman who likes how she looks, and women are especially reviled if they’re flawed and still have the balls to feel beautiful. Covered in scars, not the right shape, wrong hair—whatever. You’re supposed to feel bad about it. So I just kept my thoughts about it to myself. I was scarred; I was beautiful, and I didn’t need to know what anyone else thought about the matter. -Excerpt from COURT OF SHADOWS by C.N. Crawford. Read now on Amazon!