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A dead conquest.
A Succubus signature.
An edict sending the culprit back to Hell.

The culprit being me.

My name is Gwen, and Im a Succubus with a control problem. Except I didnt create this mess.

Now I have twelve days to prove my innocence.
Not a problem.
Well, minus one minor detailthe two hot demons hell-bent on helping me prove my case.

Lord Zebulon makes me want to fall to my knees with a single glance.
And Zane recently shattered my heart.

Its a match made in Hell. And a union probably blessed by the devil himself.

So I have twelve days not to fall in love.
Twelve days of staying out of Zanes and Lord Zebulons beds.
And twelve days to find out who framed me for murder.

Man, sometimes being a Succubus really sucks.

Authors Note: Paramour of Sin is a standalone paranormal romance featuring a Demonic Lord with a penchant for drawing blood, a kinky Incubus with a proclivity for playing dirty, and a wayward Succubus known for her lethal touch. There will be MM, MF, and MMF content.

Guinevere, Lord Zebulon murmured, making all the hairs along my arms dance on end.

Sorry, I breathed, seeking out the nearest table, only to freeze as he wrapped his hand around my wrist and held me in place. The liquid shook in the ceramic cup, my nerves revealed for all to see.

You dont need to bow for me every time I enter a room, he whispered into my ear, his chest pressed to my back. I wont be offended.

Y-yes, my lord.

His warmth whirled around me like a comforting blanket, urging me to relax. My shoulders loosened first, followed by my arms and torso. He didnt shift away but did slowly release my wrist.

Zane stepped toward us, his focus on the male at my back. Rather than greet Lord Zebulon, he merely cocked a dark brow in expectation.

So bold.
So familiar.
So Zane.

I rarely ever saw him bow for Lord Zebulon. The two of them seemed to share a history that allowed the Incubus to forgo formalities. It was clearly an intimate history, too, because hot energy charged between them even now.

And I was trapped in the middle.

Their virility and power spoke to my inner Succubus, awakening her with a hunger I forced myself to swallow. Not now. Not here. Not them.

Oh, but who better than to quell my need than the men at my front and back?

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