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To Gamble With A Demon

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A bet to prove her worth, a soul for the demon to collect if she fails. Aisha Yang fell into Hell by accident. As unlucky as it gets, Aisha became prey to demons, only to be ‘saved’ by another. Unwilling to accept death, she begged her savior for a chance to return to the land of the living to which he agreed but under a bet with a catch— an eternity of servitude if she failed! Damien, a high-ranking demon, was supposed to bring the woman to one of the rebirth centers. Neither dead nor alive, she was an extremely curious case. And she even had the audacity to beg her way home?! Damien may have given her a chance, but he will make sure she was definitely going to fail— he was a demon after all. With Damien doing everything he can to make Aisha suffer, and Aisha retaliating with her sass and headstrong attitude, the two end up in a rather comically hilarious relationship of good versus evil! But what if Aisha falling into Hell wasn’t just an accident? When sparks fly between the human and the demon, would Aisha still want to go back when her time is up? +++ EXCERPT: “I must be out of my mind, but I love the way you melt and squirm, Aisha,” Damien whispered. “I… I feel lost too,” Aisha confessed, “but this… this kind of lost is beautiful.” Her words were like a song strung together to Damien’s ears. “Would you want to lose yourself with me then? Tell me, Aisha Yang, for I will do everything for you.” “Lord Damien,” she gasped in between his wet kisses on her neck, “this isn’t right.” “There is nothing right in Hell, Miss Hot Chili Condoms,” Damien murmured, a soft growl escaping him. “Even your existence in Hell isn’t right.” The Harbinger lifted her skirt up. The surprise beneath exposed smooth and long legs bared for his hands to wander about, and at the very center, the prize wrapped in lace.
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