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Death's Door

Death's Door

Book 3 in the Supernatural Security Force Series

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What started as a lousy job and one murder to solve has spiraled into a hellish conspiracy—literally.

Demons are flooding New Orleans, and I’m convinced a corrupt Nephilim is behind it all. Proving it without getting myself killed? Easier said than done.

But it’s not just my life on the line. Jax—the brooding alpha who’s always had my back—and Adrik, with his dark, dangerous charm, are both right in the middle of the chaos. Sparks fly between us, even as the danger closes in. And now, it’s not just the city at stake, but my heart.

With death lurking around every corner and my friends risking everything, the only thing that’s clear? If I don’t end this, I’ll lose more than I ever imagined.

 

Continue reading Death's Door if you like:

  • Badass heroines who don't give up
  • Possessive heroes
  • Urban Fantasy with slow burn romance
  • Corrupt Nephilim
  • Touch her and die vibes

 

"Mind blown by the ending. Need the next book now!"  --⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  Reader

"A great story and a must read!" --⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  Reader

"Gem is sassy and strong, and I can't help but love her. Just the kind of story I love to read!" --⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  Reader

Main Tropes:

☑️Morally Grey Hero

☑️Strong, Sassy Heroine

☑️Slow Burn Romance

☑️Humor

☑️Touch Her and Die 

Chapter One Look Inside

My lips felt like holy ground. Angel balls, my Neph could kiss. Okay, not my Neph. A Neph. Adrik Romanov, fallen angel and agent of salvation against the demons that haunted the Earth. Damn. That hottie could work a mouth like no one’s business.
When Adrik’s tongue invaded my mouth, I nearly shapeshifted my panties right into melted butter.
In his arms, I forgot all about the fact that we’d just witnessed Selaphiel, an all-powerful Nephilim who was supposed to be committed to snuffing out demons alongside her brother, summon two of them and give them orders to kill the man I was currently playing tonsil-hockey with.
Okay, forgot was a strong word.
Put aside, maybe.
Because . . . priorities.
My lady parts were going to fall off if I didn’t take this kiss as far as it could go.
By the time we broke apart, I was ready to convert to a new religion, and I was tentatively dubbing it “Adrik-worship.”
I was also a little bummed he’d let go of me.
Swaying, I stared up into eyes dark as nightmares and shuddered with desire. The New Orleans night sky was nothing compared to the vast depths of Adrik’s eyes. And when he turned their full power on me, I was helpless to resist.
I licked my lips and noted the way his gaze darted down to watch me do it.
“That was . . .”
“Dangerous,” he said with a frown, his gaze lifting to mine again.
My eyes narrowed. “Not the compliment I was hoping for.”
He softened, brushing rough knuckles tenderly over my flushed cheek. “I can assure you it was very pleasurable. But I won’t put you at risk.”
I arched a brow. “Are you worried about letting your guard down long enough for your crazy sister to try to kill us or that your otherworldly lips might just pleasure me to death?”
His eyes danced. “Yes.”
“Fair enough.” I stepped back far enough to hopefully reassemble the pieces of my brain that could still function after a make-out session like that. “Let’s focus more on the pleasure part, less on the risk part.”
I knew the rumors.
Sex with a Neph was life-changing. Or life-ending. Tomato, potato.
I was willing to take my chances.
Amusement shone back at me from his midnight eyes, but he remained unmoved. “Gem, we can’t stay here. We’re exposed.”
Not nearly as exposed as I wanted to be.
But he had a point.
“Your place?” I suggested, still hopeful.
His lips twitched. “I have houseguests.”
Wolfrick. And Tony. One was a wolf demon from hell—literally. The other was a werewolf-turned-Smurf, thanks to being shot up with demon poison by the SSF’s science lab. Both were my friends.
I shrugged. “As long as you don’t mind a few puddles of demon guts, we can go to my place.”
Adrik’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.”
“Uh,” I hedged, realizing I’d said too much. “You want to know why there’s demon guts at my apartment? Or how I know that for sure?”
“Yes.”
Damn.
There went the mood.

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