[Siren Classic: Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Contemporary, Demons, with MM not involving the hero, MF, HEA]
Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed
Can you find Heaven on Earth in the arms of an archdemon? Bet your soul on it.
Kalyani Martin is a virginal preacher’s daughter. Waiting for Mr. Right is Kal’s plan, which doesn’t include the hunky, standoffish Will Hellenboek.
Will cohosts the Otherworlds ghost hunting show with cousin Aidan Faust. All Will wants to do is end his life following his wife’s murder twenty-five years earlier. Falling for Kal would jeopardize everything.
Ryan Ausar’s job as head of the Firm is to protect the Earth. Unfortunately, archdemon Will refuses to return to work. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Ryan holds a secret that, if revealed, would devastate Will and Aidan, men he once called brothers.
With lives on the line, Kal, Will, and Ryan must choose to give up what they most hold dear. Can Kal turn her back on everything she knows and help heal a hellishly hunky archdemon’s heart?
Good Will Ghost Hunting: Hell's Bells
Kal doesn't just have personal demons—she's marrying one.
Kalyani Martin, a Baptist minister's daughter, intended to save herself for the right guy. She just never realized he would be Will Helloenboek, The Firm's head archdemon. Between producing their popular ghost hunting show and planning her wedding without her parents finding out the truth about Will and The Firm, it's enough to drive a girl crazy.
Ryan Ausar runs The Firm. Will and his cousin, Aidan Faust, are more than just employees—they're joined by an unbreakable bond that ties them to their tragic past. Ryan keeps a secret that goes back to the dark and crazy days…and it's returning to unleash bloody vengeance upon them all.
As Ryan struggles behind the scenes to keep things together, can he preserve the fragile joy finally blessing his friends' lives without revealing the soul-crushing truth that could destroy all they hold dear?
Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed
Kal had been prepared for a chilly reception, but this guy felt like the iceberg that took out the Titanic. Even more handsome in person, his slate-gray eyes bored into her, his sandy-brown hair not too short, perfect for running her fingers through, and his strong, unsmiling face looked almost rugged. He had a lithe, naturally muscled body, one that would probably be nice to snuggle against.
She blinked. What the heck is wrong with me?
Another man ran in. She immediately recognized him as Aidan Faust, the cohost. His appearance distracted her and gave her a chance to rip her attention away from Hellenboek’s handsome, albeit stony glare.
Faust stopped in his tracks. “What’s—oh, hi. Sorry, this is a closed shoot. I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
Will sat back, crossed his arms and nodded toward her. “Aidan, meet Kal Martin.”
“What?” Aidan looked at her. “No shit?”
“No kidding,” she said, crossing her arms, mirroring Hellenboek’s chilly pose. “I’m your new producer.”
“No,” Will said, “you’re not. Sorry, but there’s been some miscommunication.” He stood and glared at Aidan. “Handle this.”
Will quickly strode from the room, leaving a nervously smiling Aidan behind. “Um. I’m sorry he’s—”
“Uh, yeah. See, he doesn’t work with women. I told the network that.”
“That’s usually illegal according to the Department of Labor, isn’t it?”
“Will tends to work by his own rules.”
Dadgum, this was her first producer gig. She wouldn’t let some jerk like Will Hellenboek keep her from moving up the network ladder. She had her sights firmly set on bigger, better things. Discovery Channel, hopefully, if she played her cards right, then maybe she could parlay that into a job at one of the major networks in their news department. In ten years she pictured herself at the helm of a mainstay like The Today Show or Good Morning America.
And Heaven help her father—or Will Hellenboek—if anyone fouled that up for her.
Kal set her jaw into what she hoped portrayed a look of fierce irritation. “I don’t care if he makes his own rules. I’ve been hired to do a job and I’m going to do it. Ryan Ausar warned me this wouldn’t be a cakewalk. Believe me, I’m not a pushover no matter what you think.”
At the mention of Ausar’s name, Aidan’s face froze. His voice dropped to a shocked whisper. “Ryan personally hired you?”
She frowned. “Yeah. Why?”
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit!” He ran a hand through his scruffy hair. “Adelle called me. I thought she’d hired you.”
“No. She just handled the paperwork and made the arrangements. I’ve been working at headquarters in Columbus. Ausar called me into his office last Monday to give me a shot at my own show. Why?”
He turned from her and held up a staying hand when she tried to speak. He composed himself and faced her. “Look,” he whispered, “I’ll handle Will. Please. You’ll have to play along for a while, okay? Just whatever you do, don’t mention that Ryan had anything to do with you being here. I’m not kidding. Don’t even think his name in your head.”
She didn’t get a crazy-guy vibe from him and sensed he was serious. Couldn’t hurt to play along, could it? “Why not?”
“Because Will would walk away from the show, and then you and I both would be SOL, if you get my drift. Got it?”
Confused, but strangely unable to resist staring into his amber eyes, she nodded. “Okay.”
* * * *
Will found a dark, deserted corridor away from the active investigation area. He squatted, held his head in his hands, and tried to slow his heartbeat.
This was bad news. He couldn’t work with her, especially with someone like her. It’d felt like his heart squeezed out of his chest when her dusty-green eyes met his. Dark honey-colored hair and she smelled like jasmine. Just the perfect height and with sweet curves in exactly the right places to put his hands…
Will shook his head to clear it. He’d walk away from the show if Aidan couldn’t get rid of her. He’d have to. Spending too much time with her would ruin his plans, that much was obvious.
It wasn’t her fault, and he regretted being rude to her. Will thought Aidan had made his position clear to the network. Normally, individual production companies handled shows like this, but gO! Network had their own way of doing things, providing the film crews and producers. It gave them more control over content. More importantly it meant Will didn’t have the authority to order someone off a shoot if assigned by a network wonk.
Aidan had assured Will his talks with the network elicited promises of no women allowed.
Will rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes, his heart finally slowing. He didn’t need this tonight. Especially not on a Wednesday.
Once he composed himself, Will returned to the area they used as their base. Kal Martin sat next to Aidan behind a bank of equipment as he explained the technical end of things to her.
Will took a deep breath, tried to ignore her scent, and stuck out his hand. “I’m sorry I came off like a jerk.”
Kal looked at him with a cold, appraising stare. She nodded, then shook hands with him. Something akin to an electric shock coursed through his body, practically lifting his hair from his scalp.
It took him a few breaths to realize he still held her hand and release it. He hadn’t had a reaction like this to a woman since—
She kissed him again and closed her eyes. “I’ve never been with a guy before, Will. Ever.”
When she looked, she spotted the hint of a smile again. “I know, sweetie. That’s why we’re—”
She shook her head. “I mean, all I’ve ever done is kissed. Ever.”
His brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”
If she couldn’t say it to him, who could she say it to? “Will,” she whispered, “I’ve never…”
He spared her. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
She shook her head and felt the heat of blush in her face, grateful for the dark room. “Remember, Ryan planned well. I was raised to be a good girl.”
A definite curl to his lips. “I thought preachers’ daughters were supposed to be pretty wild.”
He flipped her onto her back, surprising her with his strength. “How much time do we have?”
She shivered. “It’s trying to break through.”
Will nodded. “Okay.” He kissed her. “I want you to enjoy this.” He resumed his southerly trek, carefully sliding her panties down her hips. When his tongue gently parted her warm folds at the apex of her thighs, she shivered again.
“Yes!” she gasped.
He looked at her. His lips were definitely curled.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re smiling. I’ve never seen you smile before.”
He bent to her mound again, slowly tracing the contours of her pussy and clit with his lips and tongue. She spread her legs wider for him, wanting his cock deep inside her.
Cramping waves of need and pleasure, triggered by every gentle touch of his tongue, drove her to a frenzy. Now she understood the big deal about sex. If she’d ever experienced this before meeting Will, there was no way she would have stopped. No one had ever told her it felt this good!
A warm, gentle heat built between her legs, starting in her pussy and spreading, gaining strength and power until she felt the explosion rip through her lower belly. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, Kal moaned, loudly, trying to push against him, not wanting the sensation to stop.
He seemed to know her body better than she did. He stayed with her as wave after wave pulsed through her, sensing just when to ease off.
Gasping, she shivered as the air conditioner kicked on and chilled her slightly because of the fine sheen of moisture covering her skin. He moved to lie next to her, and she pressed against him, closing her eyes as he folded her against his chest.
“Wow,” she whispered.
He kissed the top of her head. “How was that? Good?”
She nodded against him. “Yeah, that was fantastic, but what about you?”
“We’ll get there. I want you to feel good.”
“That was way beyond good.”
Was that a soft chuckle? Startled, she tipped her head back and looked at him. “You are smiling!” It wasn’t much, but his lips had definitely curled.
His eyes searched hers. “You sounded like you were enjoying yourself.”
The wraith stirred again, but she felt stronger and pushed it down. “I want to hear you enjoy yourself.”
Clouds drifted through his gaze. “I think we have a little more time. Besides, I have to…” He didn’t finish.
“It has to be that moment, right?”
She smiled. “That doesn’t have to be the only time, though, right? After that first time?”
Definitely a smile. He shook his head. “Not if you don’t want it to be the only time.”
Her hand trailed down his abs to the front of his slacks, which definitely felt full. She kissed him and fumbled for his belt. He reached down and helped her, not breaking their kiss. When his slacks opened she slipped her hand inside and felt his cock, hard and throbbing and very large, inside his briefs.
She must have gasped because he nuzzled her ear. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
“I know.” She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked the smooth skin. In response his hips bucked against her touch.
She wanted to taste him, at least. Pulling free of his lips, she rolled him onto his back, knelt over him, and slid his slacks and briefs off. She’d seen pictures, of course, but never the real thing. Gently kissing the tip of his cock, she wrapped a hand around his stiff shaft before glancing up at him.
Dark, smoldering passion met her heated gaze. He nodded. “It’s okay. Go ahead.”
Closing her eyes again, she carefully wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. That time he did groan. Then his fingers gently tangled in her hair, and something about the gesture made her pussy throb in response. This would be inside her very soon. She couldn’t wait.
She couldn’t fit him very far into her mouth, so she concentrated on licking him, hoping she did it right. From the way his hips jerked in response to her actions, she suspected she did. He even tasted good, a slightly salty tang that wasn’t at all disgusting, as she’d heard other girls say. She now suspected those girls had never really had a man. How could anyone hate this!
His cock throbbed and swelled, and after a few minutes he gently pushed her away.
“That’s enough,” he hoarsely said.
She didn’t think it was enough, but she let him roll her over onto her back. He lowered his mouth to her mound again. Knowing what to expect this time, she let herself go, giving in to his ministrations. When her climax hit, she threw her head back and cried out, moaning his name.
Refusing to be denied, the wraith stirred again, stronger, pushing.
Will sat up. “Is it trying to break through?” he asked.
He knelt between her legs, gently spread them wider, and kissed the base of her throat. Her fingers wrapped around his arms, pulling him to her.
His large, engorged head gently nudged against the slick entrance of her pussy. She held her breath.
He touched his forehead to hers. “Just relax,” he whispered.
She nodded and wrapped her arms around him.
Good Will Ghost Hunting: Hell's Bells
An hour after they went dark and officially started the investigation, Kal was nearly ready to toss Purson out of the room. He grew fidgety and kept playing with equipment, throwing off her whole routine. She liked to observe the teams on the monitors during filming and keep an eye on the fixed cameras as well.
After two hours, she’d reached her limit for his distractions. “You. Out.”
Another rubber band he’d been playing with shot out of his hands. “What?”
She pointed at the door. “You’re worse than a five-year-old strung out on M&M’S. Go send Will down and take his place before I bop you one.”
He looked a little sheepish. “I’m sorry, Kal. You know I don’t like sitting still for too long. I like to be in the middle of things.”
“I know, and I love you for caring enough to try, but go.”
“Maybe I should wait for Will—”
“Now! I’ll be safe for the ten minutes it takes Will to get down here. In fact, I need a break to stretch my legs. Go.” She also had to empty her bladder, and she didn’t need him babysitting her while she took a leak.
He reluctantly left. Kal breathed in a deep sigh of relief and stretched, her muscles groaning in protest as she did. She thought the world of Purs, but if she didn’t want to bean him, she needed him out of her base camp.
Kal grabbed her two-way radio and headed down the hall toward the bathrooms, in the opposite direction Purson went. Between the coffee and water she’d been drinking, she couldn’t hold it any longer. They were set up on the third floor, in an empty corner where tenants had already vacated but no construction had yet occurred because it would disturb the remaining occupants. It was perfect for what they needed, including air-conditioned.
The ladies’ room on this end of the floor only had one working florescent light at the far end, away from the door. That cast the rest of the room in a creepy, dim, flickering glow. She’d be better off with the small flashlight clipped to her belt.
After using the facilities she set her two-way on a little shelf over the sink and washed her hands. A sudden chill swept through her and she looked up when a flash of movement in the mirror caught her eye.
Behind her in the bathroom stood a young boy.
She whirled around and found herself alone.
Kal glanced in the mirror again. He was clearly visible. Red hair, freckles, dressed in what appeared to be white pajamas. Maybe nine or ten years old.
Kal looked behind her. No boy.
She looked back to the mirror.
He hesitantly smiled.
With shaky fingers, she grabbed her two-way without taking her eyes off the boy’s reflection. “Aidan.” She hoped her voice didn’t tremble too much.
After a moment, Aidan’s chipper reply. “Go for Aidan.”
“Where are you?” she whispered.
Now a slight hesitation. This was an open frequency, and she knew she had to be careful. If she had her druthers, she’d summon him demon-style, but she couldn’t do that with the film crew around and he knew it. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Where are you?”
His voice definitely sounded concerned. “Tenth floor. We just finished a sweep and we’re heading down for break. Didn’t you see us on the monitors?”
“Who’s there with you?” She stared at the mirror as the boy stood a few feet away, watching her.
Aidan’s voice had changed tone again, from concerned to commanding. “It’s just me and Jeff, we’re waiting on the elevator. Film crew already went down.” Code for, We’re alone. “What is going on, babe? Talk to me.”
She put the radio down, then softly spoke into the room. “Aidan, appareo.”
He immediately appeared, alone. “Kal, what the fu—” His gaze followed hers into the mirror. “Holy shit!” he whispered.
“You see him, right? Please tell me you see him.”
He nodded. “Yeah, babe. You’re not seeing things. I mean, you are seeing things, just not imagining them. I’m seeing the same thing you are.”
“What are you seeing?”
“Little boy, red hair, and white pj’s.”
“Okay.” She felt palpable relief at the confirmation, immediately followed by more nervous anxiety.
Will’s voice, sounding tight with tension, barked over the two-way. “Kal, what’s wrong?” She knew he still had a film crew in tow because he was the star. Until he was back at base, they’d keep rolling on him. She couldn’t speak to him mentally that far away yet. She’d noticed her distance was constantly increasing as Will’s powers returned, but she was too nervous and scared to concentrate to even attempt to project that far right this minute.
Aidan replied through his radio as he stared at the apparition in the mirror. “Nothing, dude. Just a big spider. It’s okay. Under control. I’m taking care of it.”
“What do I do?” Kal whispered. In her time with the show she’d seen things, but never anything like this.
In the limo, Kal sat back and smiled at Will. “We finally did it.”
He grinned. “We sure did, Mrs. Hellenboek. Or are you going to be Mrs. Martin-Hellenboek? Or Ms. Martin?”
“I’ll stick with Mrs. Hellenboek. I’m an old-fashioned kind of girl.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Whatever you want. You know that.”
“So when do I find out what Aidan planned for us?”
“What’s the one thing you always said you wanted?”
She arched an eyebrow at him. “What?”
Will playfully grinned. “When we were first together. You said you wanted one thing.”
Kal thought about it for a while, then stared into his eyes. “I said I always wanted to be normal. Is that what you mean?”
“Ding ding ding!” He kissed her again.
“So where are we going?”
A “normal” honeymoon covered a lot of real estate—literally. Unless they were heading to Niagara Falls, Kal had no clue about their destination. The limo took them to the airport, where they boarded a flight for Denver.
Well, that answers that question. Sort of.
Will carefully shielded his thoughts from Kal upon arrival. They rented a car and checked in to a nice hotel near the airport.
Kal laughed as Will carried her over the threshold. “Okay, I know I said normal, but I think Aidan took me a little too literally,” she joked with a smile. “I expected something a little more exciting than the Denver Marriott.”
He gently laid her on the bed. “This is just the first stop.” He called room service, ordered them dinner, then stretched out next to her. “We haven’t even got to our final destination yet.”
His fingers started working on the top button of her blouse. “Nope.” He grinned. “Normal. That’s what you said.”
She stared into his eyes. “I love you so much. I can’t believe I get to spend eternity with you.”
He kissed her. “I’m the lucky one.”
He started working his way down her neck with his lips. Kal didn’t want him to stop, but the knock on their door a few minutes later from room service made her groan with disappointment.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
They ate dinner. Kal thought she’d tackle Will immediately after, but she realized exactly how tired she was as she tried not to yawn in Will’s face when he stretched out next to her again.
He grinned. “A little worn out?”
She nodded. “Yeah.” Kal rolled on top of him. “But I still want to do something.”
From the feel of the stiff length in his slacks, so did he.
As she closed her eyes and let Will take over, Ryan’s words before the ceremony drifted back to her. Pretend it’s the first time. It’ll be just as special.
Not easy to do considering what they’d been through already, but what the heck, why not try?
Will slowly finished undressing her. When she was naked, he propped himself up on one elbow and brushed his fingers down her side. “What would you like me to do, sweetie?”
She smiled. “Make love to me like it’s the first time.”
He arched an eyebrow at her.
“Without the wraith possession,” she snarked. “Duh.”
He laughed. No way could she ever call him The Great Brooding One now. His smiles lit his face, warmed her heart, and liquefied her need for him.
Will climbed out of bed, turned off most of the lights, then returned to her. Kneeling beside her, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. The blatant need smouldering in his eyes stirred her very core.
“I’m going to make love to you, baby,” he whispered. “I’m going to show you how much I love you and need you and want you.” He dropped his shirt to the floor. Then he bent over and took one of her nipples in his mouth, gently flicking it with his tongue until it tightly peaked.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” he whispered.
She noticed how dark his eyes had changed, from slate gray to nearly the color of midnight. Had they always done that?
“Yes. Please don’t stop!”
He smiled and repeated the action with her other breast. “Don’t worry. I’m not stopping.”
She squirmed on the bed under the attention from his hot, moist mouth. He took her hand and placed it on the front of his slacks, where his hard cock strained for freedom. “See what you do to me?” He leaned in and kissed her again, hungrier, his tongue searching for access between her lips.
She pressed her body against his, hooking a leg around him. She grabbed his hand and placed it between her legs so he could feel how wet she was. “See what you do to me?” She nipped his ear.
He slipped two fingers inside her pussy. Between that and the heat of his flesh against hers, she moaned. Was this what it was always like between two people in love? She didn’t know. It seemed like her mind had gone foggy. She tried to think about prior encounters with Will, and she suddenly realized she couldn’t remember any. Was this their first time?
The memory of Ryan’s voice again. Pretend it’s the first time.
So he had done something.
No reason to question it. She rolled Will onto his back, eager to reveal the hidden length inside his slacks. When she freed his cock, she immediately sucked him into her mouth, licking and sucking on the head and tasting his pre-cum before going deeper. He tangled his fingers in her hair and closed his eyes as she stroked him with her lips and tongue. As he worked his hips in time with her motions, she felt his cock stiffen even more against her tongue.
“You’ve gotta stop doing that!” he gasped.
She finally lifted her head. “Why?”
He laughed. “If you don’t want me going off right now, you have to stop, sweetheart.”
She tugged on his slacks, and he helped her pull them off. Then he flipped her over onto her back. “You’re really eager tonight, aren’t you?” he teasingly asked.
“Make love to me, Will. Take me. Make me yours.”