When your name is Valentine, February’s pretty much gonna suck.
Valentine Smith H-A-T-E-S the month of February. The constant jokes about her name and comparisons to the chubby guy with arrows are enough to make her want to run and hide for the entire month.
But, this Valentine’s Day, the ultimate joke is about to be played on poor Valentine. She’s supposed to choke on a chocolate heart and die. You’d think that would be bad enough. But when she misses her chance to die, she finds herself running from an overly ambitious angel and a sexier-than-hell devil named Abbadon. In the race between good and evil it’s no contest. Hell has sexy green eyes, lots of yummy muscles, and a truly decadent pair of lips to ease her pain!
Valentine stood outside Don’s home, looking out over the dry, brown countryside. The city in the distance wavered under a haze of heat, looking as parched and drained as she felt. She’d walked all over the area around his home, looking for the portal thing that had brought them from Earth. She figured if she could just find it, she could get back where she belonged and, once she was home, she’d figure out a way to hide from the two creatures who seemed to be fighting over her.
Though, deep down inside, Valentine didn’t really want to hide from Don. She’d gotten really attached to him in the short time they’d known each other. In fact, she was surprised at how easily she’d fallen for the big, sexy alien. Maybe he was using some alien juju on her or something. Though it appeared he didn’t share her feelings, since he’d gone off and left her there alone. As soon as she had the thought she felt guilty. He’d been trying to save her. Abbadon could be dead or hurt because of her.
Shaking off that thought because she couldn’t bear to think it, Valentine again set off in the direction she believed the portal had been. It had to be there somewhere. She’d only gone a few feet when Don stepped out of thin air and she almost walked right into him.
He looked delicious, wearing only a soft pair of pants that drooped low on his narrow hips. He also looked shocked by her proximity.
Valentine squealed, popped him on the chest with a fist, and then threw herself into his arms. “I thought you were dead!” Until that very moment, she hadn’t realized just how much the thought of the big, sexy alien being dead had scared her.
He stiffened as she twined her arms around his neck. Then, with a groan of obvious need, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in for a kiss.
Valentine’s pussy contracted the moment his soft, talented lips found hers. Her body heated to flash point. His big hands skimmed over her hips, pulling her closer to the massive column of hard flesh beneath the soft pants.
When he finally broke the kiss, it was to forge a passionate trail over her chin and down her throat. Her head fell back as he nibbled his way toward her breasts, kissing and nipping them through the soft fabric of her dress as his big hands slipped underneath and skimmed it up her thighs.
Valentine tugged on the ties holding the soft pants at his hips and moaned as the fabric slipped downward, baring his rigid shaft to her questing fingers. Her fingers enclosed him and he groaned.
“Damn, Val. Your hands are so soft.”
Apparently losing patience, he grabbed the neckline of her dress and tore it down the middle to her waist. She gasped as the soft fabric split, shuddering with pleasure as warm air caressed her breasts.
Valentine’s fingers moved reverently over the massive column of hard flesh in her hand, defining it with her touch. Don sucked in a breath as she drew a fingertip over the thick head, rubbing a silky bead of moisture over the engorged tip and then sliding down to cup his big balls beneath. “I want you to make love to me.”
“I fully intend to, my heart.” He grabbed the two sides of the torn dress and wrenched it, ripping it the rest of the way. Flinging it aside, Don reached down and lifted her into his arms, striding quickly toward his home.