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Not That Kind of Demon

by Lisa Oliver

Not That Kind of Demon - Lisa Oliver - Assassin's Alley
Part of the Assassin's Alley series:
  • Not That Kind of Demon
Editions:Kindle
Pages: 175

Hybrid shifter Cyrus was really happy in his life. He'd seen the dark side of life, and was content to fix cars and small motors in his rural workshop. His animal sides had plenty of space to run around during his down time, and there was a bakery next door to the workshop. A man didn't need much else in life. Until a car stopped in for a quick fix, and Cyrus caught the scent of something he never dreamed he'd find... his fated mate. Shame it wasn't the driver of the car, but then when was life ever easy?

Assassin demon Python was seriously thinking about going back to the Underworld. His job was a good one, and he had clearance for it from the Underworld Office, but even Lord Hades had no idea how much Python missed being with his friends and family. Still, a job was a job, and he had made friends with his fellow assassins quickly enough. But while checking his car, after his PA was late picking him up, Python caught a sniff of the impossible on his leather seats. Maybe the Underworld could wait for a while.

Cyrus and Python were both happy with Fates' choice for them, but other people weren't so pleased. Lord Hades can't work out why Python isn't doing his job, and there's another man who'd do anything to see Cyrus out of Python's life completely. Will they find peace in Assassin's Alley, or does the Fates have a different future in mind for these two?

Not That Kind of Demon is the first book in a new series, although it can be read as a standalone as each new book in the series will focus on a different couple. This story was written with mature readers in mind. Please store your ebooks responsibly.

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Excerpt:

Leaning in so he could sniff the wood on the workshop door, Python grinned as the scent from the car hit his flared nostrils. As he would expect with any business, Python could smell a number of people who had probably touched the door as they went through it, or maybe leaned on the edge of it while it was open. But there was one scent that was really embedded in the old wood – the scent he was looking for. Now he just needed to find a way inside.

Python could have just walked through the walls. His shadow powers were useful for that. But there were some people who objected to a stranger just appearing in their personal space, and while that usually worked in Python’s favor when he was on a job, he didn’t think just popping into his mate’s personal space, without invitation was the best first impression he could make.

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Although he is a shifter – a shifter who spread his scent around in my car knowing I would smell him. He clearly expects me to track him down. But still determined to make a good first impression, Python wandered around the side of the building, looking for a side door, or alternative entrance to the living area upstairs.

Rounding the back corner, Python’s eyes widened as he stopped and took in the scene. It was nighttime, no sign of the sun. But there was a man sat under a tree, in the chilly weather, bare armed and wearing nothing but a bright white tank top, a pair of jeans that Python could see hugged a lovely ass, and sturdy boots. The man hadn’t seen him, hadn’t scented him yet. He was cradling a bottle of beer to his chest, looking up at the stars. Python could admit it was a beautifully clear night. The stars looked close enough to touch, but his entire focus was on the man – our mate, his demon grumbled.

Oh, I know. Still cloaked, Python zipped across the yard, until he was standing right in front of the unsuspecting man. Drinking in the man’s features, he wanted to drool as the scent of pine needles and blueberries, so much stronger than before, filled his nose. Checking to make sure his pants were straight, and flicking back his long hair, he lifted his glamor, well aware his eyes were flaming.

“Well, this is a juicy surprise.” Python grinned as his mate almost spat out the mouthful of beer he’d just taken in. “My name is Python, and I own a Lexus I believe you’re familiar with.”

“Wow, okay.” The mechanic grinned in return, causing the small wrinkles by his eyes to crinkle. Clearly, he smiled a lot. He set the beer bottle on the table beside him. “The name’s Cyrus and I own this workshop. If you’re here to complain about the service, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to return during business hours. I don’t attend call outs at this time of night unless it’s an emergency. Although, for you, I might make an exception.”

He’s flirting with me. Python was delighted. “It’s the flame-filled eyes, isn’t it?” Python couldn’t remember the last time he’d bantered with anyone. “I’ll admit they’re not always flame-filled if that’s the attraction. Only when I’m excited, angry, or very, very pleased to see someone.”

“You’ve got sexy eyes to be sure,” Cyrus nodded, “but that Lexus is a thing of beauty. All that fine leather upholstery, and her engine purrs like a kitten last I heard it.”

Python mock gasped, although his demon was grumbling, wanting to know why the smiling man wasn’t in their arms. “Do I need to be jealous of my car?”

Cyrus got up, and Python was delighted to see the shifter was only a few inches shorter than he was. There was also a sizeable lump in the man’s crotch.

“You have nothing and no one to be jealous about.”

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About the Author

Lisa Oliver's first fiction book was The Reluctant Wolf, book one in the Cloverleah series. Since then she's written more than ninety other titles spanning a number of different series including Bound and Bonded, Stockton Wolves, Balance, The God's Made Me Do it, City Dragons, The Necromancer's Smile, and the Alpha and Omega series. A huge fan of the true mate trope, Lisa's books are all paranormal, all M/M (although a few M/M/M have crept in too) and all have an HEA.

When not writing, Lisa can be found with her nose in a book. Her adult children and grandchildren have found the best way to get her off the computer is to offer her chocolate.