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Seven Sins Inn: Pietro and Callisto (Seven Sins Inn) by Selena Illyria - Romance>Paranormal/HorrorSex hot enough to burn their worlds down...
Pietro doesn’t think he has time for love. Being a demon king and part owner of Seven Sins Inn leaves him little time for women. But when his friends claim that they’ve found the perfect match for him, Peitro is determined to prove that he doesn’t need a set up--he can find his own date, thank you very much. Undeterred, his friends send him to investigate a “problem” at one of the Inn’s guest functions, where Pietro sees the woman of his dreams, right there in the very kissable flesh.
Paranormal negotiator Callisto Monroe went to the Seven Sins Inn for a friend’s wedding, hoping she could scope the place out for work. But she didn’t plan on being swept away by the hot, dark-haired demon, or spending a weekend having the hottest sex of her life. All that’s well and good. But when things get too hot to handle, how is she supposed to protect her heart?
Reader Rating: 3.0 (2 Ratings)
Excerpt:Chapter OnePietro took a seat at the bar of the Seven Sins Inn, relieved to see so many guests waiting to check in after the long dry spell that winter.“Looks like we’ll make it through the spring.” His partner, Viktor Warren, set a finger of brandy in front of him and placed the bottle by his elbow. “Jonquil’s been obsessing over her cards. She thinks she’s losing her touch again.” Viktor’s electric blue eyes, rimmed with kohl, stared at him, an unasked question hanging in the azure depths.Pietro sighed. “Spit it out.”“Do you think we need to call in another matchmaker?” Viktor straightened and poured himself his own drink.Pietro took a sip if his brandy. “That’s just Jonquil. Let her do her job. Now. Is there anything else you want to talk to me about before I take off for the weekend?”“You ducking the council?” Viktor grinned. His pointed ears, pierced with silver hoops, twitched in amusement.Pietro rolled his eyes and finished his brandy. “No, just not answering their calls. Now answer the question—anything else you want me to take care of before I go?”Viktor gave him an impish grin. “I need you to check in on the wedding we’re having over at the Hall of Crystal. Make sure they’re having a good time.”“Is there a problem? Danica should have everything taken care of.”Viktor slid a simple white invitation over the bar top. Pietro picked up the heavy paper and read over the details of the wedding they’d agreed to host. Nothing struck him as out of the ordinary.Viktor grinned. “Jonquil saw something in the cards this morning. A devilish recluse and a spitfire with scars on her heart.”Pietro rolled his eyes. “You two will never stop trying to set me up. What about the last time she saw something in the cards for me? A water sprite. Jesus, the woman was psycho. She tried to drown me.”Viktor had the good grace to blush. He slipped a hand under his thick, black braid and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well…um…Jon didn’t actually see you with a water sprite in the cards. She and I…”Pietro narrowed his eyes at his soon-to-be-dead friend. “What did you do?”“You were lonely! We were concerned. And you hadn’t gotten laid in forever. You were walking around like a frustrated bear.”“You made it all up?”Viktor held up his hands. “Don’t be pissed with us. Please, we love you. We want you to be happy.”Pietro growled. “So you lied to me and almost got me killed.” He sighed, all the anger deflating in the face of his friend’s earnestness. “Look, no more matchmaking. I mean it. I can find someone myself. If not, we let it go, okay? I’m fine being alone.”Viktor sighed. “If you say so. But I already told Danica you’d be by to…help. With the wedding.”Pietro glared at Viktor. “Okay, fine. I’ll stop by. For two minutes. Then I’m leaving.”Viktor’s grin widened.Pietro pointed at him. “Don’t get happy. I’m just making sure they’re satisfied with everything.”Viktor held up his hands. “No, no, no happiness here. See this face?” His features had taken on a serious demeanor, but the humor and joy in his eyes couldn’t be missed. “All business.”A woman came up to the bar and sat down. Before Pietro could admonish his friend further, Viktor was off to take her order.Shaking his head, Pietro picked up the invitation. A devilish recluse and a spitfire with scars on her heart. Just what he needed. She’d probably leave him with scars all over his body.He dropped the card and headed for the other side of the inn to make his obligatory visit to Danica, tell her she was doing a great job, and then he was out of here.At the Hall of Crystal, the party was in full swing. The DJ was playing some song Pietro didn’t recognize, and the revelers were doing a dance that looked painful. A waiter offered him a glass of champagne. He downed it in one go, impressed by the vintage. They’d gone for the expensive stuff.He made his way across the room, looking for Danica, but something else caught his eye.She was a beauty, wearing a peach silk dress, her milk chocolate skin shimmering under the golden lights of the room. He could see an aura of fire wavering in colors of red, orange, yellow and even white that hung around her. Her spine was erect, head back as if she were a queen dealing with her court. He couldn’t look away even if he tried, his mission forgotten in the face of this enticing woman.He grinned smugly. “See, guys? I told you I could find someone myself.”
Seven Sins Inn: Pietro and CallistoBy: Selena Illyria