I'm literally too hot to handle.
Lisa DesrochersI'm a demon, not a pig, so I keep the place relatively neat.
Lisa DesrochersIf there's a Hell on Earth, it's high school.
Lisa DesrochersWe could work on our English outline," I say and almost can't contain the chuckle.
"Really? That's your idea of a hot date?"
"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware we were on a 'hot date'" And this time I can't contain the chuckle when she cringes. "So, how hot would you like it? I'm capable of all levels of hotness, from Luc-warm to - and I'm being literal here - hotter than Hell.
Gabriel.
This has to be his fault, somehow. I'm going to track him down, pluck out his angel feathers, and stuff a pillow with them.
What is it?”
“Well, how it works is you take the box out of my hand and open it,” I say with a grin.
Stichwörter: personal-demons luc-cain
I try to pretend his shoulder touching mine isn’t causing totally unrelated parts of me to tingle.
Lisa DesrochersStichwörter: personal-demons frannie-cavanaugh
Sii la mia schiava d’amore,” I purr.
Her expression is guarded. “What did you say?”
An amused smile pulls at my lips. “I’ll never tell.” Somehow, I don’t think she’d agree to be my love slave anyway.
And I start to say that I’m not lying now, but I am, so that would be a lie.
Lisa DesrochersStichwörter: personal-demons luc-cain
Tell me what to do to change your mind.
Lisa DesrochersStichwörter: persuasion
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