Deal With
the Devil
Purgatory # 4
Purgatory # 4
By: Cynthia Eden
Releasing June 9,
2015
Hocus Pocus Press
What's Inside:
New York Times and USA Today best-selling
author Cynthia Eden spins a hot new paranormal Purgatory story with…DEAL WITH
THE DEVIL.
Eric Pate is used to making his own rules—as
the director of the PARA Unit, he is the boss. Everyone rushes to obey his
commands, and no one knows his secrets. No one ever gets too close to him. But
then he meets her.
Ella Lancaster is tired of being a prisoner.
She escaped one hell just to find herself in another, but Eric doesn’t consider
her containment with his agents as punishment. He actually thinks it is a form
of protection. But Eric is so very wrong. Ella doesn’t need protecting, not for
anyone or anything.
But when the PARA Unit comes under attack,
Ella and Eric both find themselves battling a supernatural beast that they
never expected. Forced to join forces, to make a deal, Ella and Eric are soon
fighting side-by-side, and their attraction for each other can’t be contained
or controlled. Hot. Wild. Consuming. Ella’s deal with her devil is soon taking
over her life.
And as Eric falls deeper and deeper under
the mysterious Ella’s spell, his legendary control begins to crack. The beast
that he has kept chained so carefully inside rises to the surface.
Unfortunately, when the devil loses his control…there is real hell to pay.
About The Author
Award-winning
author Cynthia Eden writes dark tales of paranormal romance and romantic
suspense. She is a New York Times, USA RITA ® award. Since she began writing
full-time in 2005, Cynthia has written over fifty novels and novellas.
Cynthia lives along the Alabama Gulf Coast
Excerpt
“Have
you looked long enough?” he asked. His voice was a deep, dark rumble. Sexy.
She didn’t want to find anything
about her jailer to be sexy. This attraction she had to him—it was odd. Unwanted.
But…there. Instinctive.
Primal. Even her heart was
already beating faster, and not just because she thought escape was at hand.
Because he was close, and he stirred her.
Ella lowered her hand away from the
glass. She was going to try logic with
him first. She’d plead her case. Perhaps
that tactic would work.
And perhaps not.
“You’ve had plenty of time to look at me,” Ella murmured. “I suppose I
thought it was only fair for me to have the same opportunity.”
His jaw hardened. Just a small
movement, but she saw it and Ella liked that she’d gotten to him.
“Did you think I didn’t know? I could feel it when you were close.” She motioned toward the mirror, then toward
the video camera mounted near the ceiling. “I think this was all a bit…much,
don’t you? I mean, I’m locked in. It’s
not as if I can plot some terrible wickedness here.”
“You can plot it,” he allowed, “you
just can’t carry it out.”
Ella took a step closer to him.
He offered her his hand. “It’s time
we were officially introduced. My name is Eric Pate, and I’m in charge of the
FBI’s Para Unit.”
She stared at his hand.
The
Para
Unit. There had been
whispers about that group for years.
Government agents who policed the creatures that went bump in the
night. According to the gossip she’d
heard, if a supernatural got on the wrong side of the Para Unit, well, that
supernatural found his—or her—butt tossed into Purgatory.
Is
Purgatory real?
Ella was very much afraid that it
was.
“I don’t bite,” Eric murmured. His
hand was still offered toward her.
“No.” Ella cleared her throat. “I think that’s my
deal.” Because she didn’t want to show him her fear, she put her hand in his.
Heat.
Her breath caught in her throat. And, yes, she still breathed. Her heart still
beat, she could still feel pain and pleasure. Despite the tales heard by so
many, paranormals were still alive. They
could hurt, they could feel…just like humans.
Ella had thought that the man before
her was cold. Emotionless. After all, a darkness seemed to cling to him
like a shroud, but when they touched—fire seemed to ignite in her hand. Her
heart beat even faster, nearly racing out of control. Her breasts ached, as if wanting, needing a
lover’s touch. And—
She tried to pull away.
But his hand tightened around hers.
She could feel the strength in that hand.
“Is something wrong?”
Yes,
you’re what’s wrong! The man before her was far from human, no matter what
he wanted to pretend. And she should not be
reacting to him that way. His scent
wasn’t human. It was just slightly…off.
Everything about him was, yet she was still feeling that pull between
them.
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