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In the underground world of demons, the mafic clans are everything. Working up from the disposable level one, to the royalty status of level ten has come easy for Leon. He’s reached level nine and the only demon higher than him in the whole of Gable Clan is his father Stanley Graves. In a world where family is everything, Leon has to stay put, for now. But that doesn’t mean he can finally relax. Plans are in place to see this great man take the fall of his life. Leon My day is off to a bad start when I'm called down to a cat burglar caught in my trap. My prize gem missing, and then a shoot out in my own building. Someone is trying to make me look bad. But I can't take my eyes off this burglar, and I can't hand him over for questioning. I need this beautiful creature in my life. It's not just because he's a mysterious Fae, there is more. I was raised to want for nothing, but now I want his love. Can I convince him to give me not just his body, but his heart and soul? Aspen Break into the demon mafia building, grab a gem and all my inherited debts will be cleared. Sounds to perfect. Getting captured by Leon feels like the lucky option here. Bending my knee to this sexy as hell demon, from his apartment in the family mansion. It's definitely a step up from what I had before. But it's not going to be that easy to escape my past. I can only hope Leon can still love me when my dark past catches up with me. Book details: A 50k full length novel, intended for readers over 18. Contains scenes of a sexual nature, including BDSM, and mild self-harm.
Author

Charlotte Brice started writing at the age of thirteen when her handwriting looked like a drunken spider tried to navigate its way across the page. Practicing her handwriting got a lot more interesting when her gran gave her two Rawhide books, and her imagination took over. Charlotte is left-handed and can lick her own nose. She lives in England with her husband, and many animals, four of them human. Attack chickens, confused dragons and moving rocks make up the majority of the menagerie. We can't expect much better from someone who studied fruit flies during her animal science degree and then qualified as a vet. She remembers those days fondly, when putting her arm up a cow's bottom, and socks on emus' heads was her kind of normality. Now her head is filled with tentacles and schizophrenic phoenixes.