Its sweetness settled, thick and cloying, at the back of my throat.ĭamn my succubus senses. I turned away, but their mutual desire thrummed in the air around me like a pair of plucked guitar strings tuned to one another. Oblivious to my jonesing, the lovebirds entwined their hands and leaned into each other, a bulwark of two against the chill. I licked my lips and slapped my change on the counter. And the cold didn’t get under my demon-tough skin like the two walking heart-eye emojis in front of me.

Insomnia and I had an intimate, long-term relationship. San Francisco’s fog couldn’t rival the Pennsylvania winters I’d grown up with, even after eight years of acclimation.

Never mind the biting Pacific gusts blowing off the choppy gray waves of the strait, the thick fog blanketing the rust-orange span of the Golden Gate Bridge, or the gritty haze that clouded my brain after another sleepless night. Maybe I didn’t need a caffeine fix before my run. And yet, here stood these two grown adults in their puffy jackets, snuggling together like teenagers and harshing the living hell out of my happy place. This early on a dreary weekday morning, I should have had the park to myself, free from lovestruck tourists and their sloppy, tantalizing energy. I wrapped my arms around myself and set my jaw. And my powers of glaring didn’t stop the middle-aged couple in the cafe’s outdoor waiting area from mooning over each other. Think of the children-and have mercy on the celibate-by-choice cambion lurking uncomfortably behind you in the coffee line.Īlas, even a half-demon like me didn’t have that kind of power. Quite a hill to die on, huh? Of course, I’d have to leave the D.A.’s office and run for Congress first, but the pithy single-platform campaign slogans wrote themselves: Elect Lillian Knight and Make Singles Jogging Safe Again. If I had my way, I’d make PDAs before six a.m. I stole a glance at the two humans waiting with me at the coffee kiosk and stifled a groan.

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo Can Lily face her true nature without losing her humanity-or will she become the monster she fears most of all? To stop the killer, she must embrace the full power of her heritage and risk the soul of the handsome suspect she can’t help but fall for. And when human justice falls short, she launches an unsanctioned investigation to find the real culprit. An ambitious criminal prosecutor, she’s all work and no play, determined to prove herself in the courtroom to atone for the ex-lovers she’s left for dead in her past.īut after a fellow succubus turns up murdered and the police arrest an innocent man, Lily discovers evidence of a supernatural killer stalking the foggy San Francisco streets. Lily protects her secret and the safety of those around her by abstaining from the skin-to-skin contact that would grant her superhuman powers. Lily Knight is both-half-human, half-succubus, and utterly dangerous.

Cambion's Law by Erin Fulmer