Paramour for the Devil BY Savannah Hill Blog Tour

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Book Description:


Darkly erotic. Supremely


Haley Hawthorne is a witch. She shuns her paranormal gifts, instead escaping

into a mundane, reclusive life as an accountant for her Uncle Eli’s firm. Five

years earlier, Haley was kidnapped by Raden, brother of Lucifer, and held

captive as his personal sex slave. She escaped but still bears the scars, both

physical and emotional. Now she’s turned away from both magic and sex, and

she’s certain nothing will ever bring those lost things back into her life…

Damian, son to Lucifer, has renounced his right to the throne of Hell and has

become a soldier for Adversus, hunting evil supernatural creatures on Earth.

Unfortunately, he’s powerless to witches, and this witch can read his mind. He

can’t decide what is more dangerous—the irresistible attraction he feels for

her, or the intoxicating peace she gives him. One thing is certain, they both

share a tortured past.

After Damian rescues her from an attack by monstrous djinn, Haley discovers the

dangerously seductive soldier has secrets of his own. One of them is the

collection of whips, ropes, handcuffs, and a leather riding crops he keeps

locked away, though he refuses to show her his “Master” side. But when her

trust in him grows, she finds herself increasingly intrigued by all the kinky

things he’s hiding. But Damian has been given a new mission to kill a monster.

A monster that turns out to be her uncle… 





Her fingers moved

automatically, stumbling only slightly over the same heavy melodies she’d once

played obsessively for hours. The bedroom door opened, and Damian walked into

the room, breaking her reverie.

“Oh, hi.” He

stared at her in surprise, holding a towel low around his waist, and Haley

caught herself gaping at the defined muscles of his upper body, adorned with

scars. “I didn’t know you were in here, I’m just gonna grab some clothes.”

His half naked

body had her heart beating erratically in her chest, and Haley tried not to

look at him as he pulled open a dresser drawer. She suddenly realized he was

reaching for his own clothes. “Is…is this your room?”

“Yeah.” He

retrieved a stack of folded clothes from the drawer. “You can stay in here

though, I’ll sleep somewhere else.”

“I’m so sor—”

Haley abruptly stopped speaking as he casually took off the towel, and she let

out a barely audible gasp. Turning away from him, she brought her hand to cover

her eyes. “I’m…I can go…”Her pulse raced at

the sound of rustling cotton as he dressed a few feet away from her.

“You play guitar?”

“Uh…no, not

really… I mean… I don’t play well.” She kept her eyes hidden from him

with one hand while she loosely held the neck of the guitar with the other,

aware that her dress had hiked up around her hips in her cross-legged position.

“You can look


She opened her

eyes as he sat next to her, wearing a white T-shirt over gray sweatpants. “I

thought it sounded really good.”

Looking down at

the beautiful instrument in her lap, recognition sparked. “Is this yours?”

With a nod, he got

up to pull her red guitar from the wall. “When did you learn how to play?”

“When I was

younger,” she nervously held his shiny blue Les Paul, unsure where to put her

hands, “but I got a little obsessed with it when I stayed in here for a few


Damian sat down

with hers and started tuning it. “So this is your room…” He

concentrated on the strings in his hand. “And this is your guitar?”

“Red Velvet.” She

nodded, trying to keep her breathing even.

at the powerful chords. “So…you were a kid…at one time…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>

He nodded. “I’ve

aged normally so far, like a human, but eventually I’ll stop aging.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-two.” He

cast his gaze downward

Haley looked

thoughtfully at the bedspread, listening to the haunting music. “I’m


She volunteered

the information. “I feel like I’m eighty, I never go out anywhere.” Her gaze

flickered to him. “Are you really only thirty-two?”

He seemed

surprised by her remark and looked back down to the strings. “It’s a lot older

than you.”

“You’re immortal.”

She gave him a half-smile. “You could be thousands of years old.”



Savannah Hill is an erotic romance novelist diligently working to

create a world that readers can truly experience and enjoy along with her.

Captivated by romance at a very young age, she began writing love stories in

grade school, always imagining new scenarios and characters. Addicted to her

passion, her first novel, Paramour for the Devil, is the story that invaded her

dreams until the final chapter was written. She is currently writing the sequel

to Paramour, Seducing the Devil. She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her man, the love

of her life, and spends her days chasing their toddler boy who loves to giggle.

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