Lust by Amylynn Bright

The Devil's Descendants - Book 2

What if the Devil was the hero? Book 2 in the series

Lust

As one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Lust has its perks—certainly better than the other six Sins his cousins are cursed with. Asher Mephisto allows Lust to drive his business ventures, and Dashiell Vineyards is calling to his sensual appetites. When he meets the determined and tempting vintner Evangaline Dashiell, his attraction to her is the first thing he’s felt more powerful than his curse. If Lust isn’t driving the relationship… is it love?

Eva is trying to save her family’s vineyard by bringing the ancient monastery and unique wines into the modern market. Wealthy, sexy, and slick, Asher Mephisto comes into her life full of excitement, plans, and money to back his ideas. She is dubious. Eva believes Asher comes with strings and schemes because nothing in her life has ever been this easy. She should send him packing except his intoxicating kisses feel like so much more to her than just lust.

Genre: FICTION / Romance / Paranormal / Shifters

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary

Language: English

Keywords: Devil, Angels, Seven Deadly Sins, Demons, Gargoyles, family curse

Word Count: 137590

Sales info:

This is a brand new book in a brand new series. Still working on getting reviews, etc. 


Sample text:

The aroma of coffee and cinnamon wafted its way into Asher’s dream. It was that weird one with the centaurs and Vincent van Gogh. Except right when the Viking vampires were due to come in, a gorgeous, leggy brunette strode through with a mug of coffee. 

“Asher.” Her voice drifted in his ears, low and husky. “Time to get up, Ash.”

He sighed and let go of the dream. Stretching his legs and flexing his feet, he encountered a warm body. He found the same when he extended his left arm. The slide of cool sheets against his skin brought him further into consciousness and, when the soft mewl of one of his bed companions breached the surface, he opened his eyes. 

At the end of his bed stood his gargoyle. Standing just over six feet, six-five when she was wearing stilettos, his gargoyle, Esther, was formidable. This morning she was wearing skin-tight, red leather pants and a black tank top with a rhinestone devil emblazoned across her chest.

Ash snorted when he saw her. Unlike most of the gargoyles, Esther was irreverent when it came to the one she called, The Dark Overlord. 

 

 

 


Book translation status:

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LanguageStatus
German
Translation in progress. Translated by Jenny Riemer

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