“Alexis Fleming is quickly gaining a reputation for sexy
stories with characters whose chemistry is off the charts!”
TwoLips Reviews

 

Soul of the Succubus, August 2007 Changeling Press ISBN-13: 978-1-59596-778-7 Genre: Paranormal e-Book Plain Jane during the day, but a succulent succubus at night? Suddenly the phrase love you to death takes on a whole new meaning. On a field trip to investigate increased paranormal activity in a remote area of  Outback Australia, the last thing Alice expects

is to be possessed by a demon. Not just any demon -- a succubus bent on sucking the life out of Jonathan, the man who has been the object of her sexual fantasies for the last six months.

Can Alice defeat the demon… Or does she really want to?

“I love how creative many of the paranormal authors have gotten in coming up with ideas for new stories. Alexis Fleming in Soul of a Succubus has demonstrated her flexible mind…Soul of a Succubus is enticing, thought provoking, and just plain fun to read. Alexis Fleming always tells a great story and this one is one of my favorites.”
~ Fallen Angel Reviews, 5 Angels

Ms. Fleming takes the reader on a great trip. The secondary characters are fascinating and an entertaining addition to the story. The plot is quick in this short story, so you don’t get a deep emotional connection with the characters but what is there works to lay the groundwork for their future. Overall, Soul of the Succubus is a good paranormal romance.
~ Just Erotic Romance Reviews, 4 Stars

Alexis Fleming’s witty voice comes through loud and clear in this fast-paced and well-written novella. Soul of the Succubus is so much more than a story of a demon out to steal the essence of a man. It’s a story of a woman’s complexity.

Soul of the Succubus is an enjoyable read from start to finish and is a definite keeper.
~ Romance Junkies, 4.5 Blue Stars

 

“Freakin’ hell. Will you look at that?”

Alice knew there was no one around to answer her question, but for the life of her, she couldn’t have stopped herself from voicing it anyway. It was just too awesome. “Honest to God min min lights. How ’bout that.”

When the Paranormal Investigations Research Authority -- PIRA to its inmates -- had sent her out here to south-western Queensland to investigate the increase in sightings of balls of light in the night skies, she’d thought it was a waste of time -- a figment of someone’s imagination. Yet, hot damn, this looked like a real paranormal event.

“Maybe it’ll make up for the fact I’m stranded out here with Jonathan, the biggest thorn in my side ever,” she muttered.

“Do you always lie to yourself, sister?”

“What the…” Twisting the flashlight in a wide arc, Alice spun around to see who’d spoken.

The abandoned graveyard, with the ruins of the old Min Min Hotel off to one side, remained deserted. The only thing breaking up the inky darkness was the beam from Alice’s flashlight and the five bright lights hovering over the broken headstone a mere six feet from her.

The lights arranged themselves in a star formation -- the biggest, brightest ball in the middle and the four smaller ones surrounding it. As Alice watched, the largest orb elongated. The yellow glow suddenly flared with scarlet and bronze spikes. Slow at first then faster, until it appeared to Alice as if the whole thing rippled and writhed with life.

She stepped back a pace, but the light came with her. The same reaction when she moved sideways. For the first time, Alice felt a burst of fear. Why hadn’t she called Jonathan?

“How puny you humans are. You scare so easily.”

Okay, now this was getting too Twilight Zone. Because there was no doubt in Alice’s mind the voice had come from the spire of swirling illumination. Shock slammed into her, making the sweat break out on her body. She gasped and lurched back a pace. All of a sudden, fire ignited in her gut. Iridescent waves of heat leaked from her body and surrounded her, a shimmering aura of barely contained energy.

She didn’t need to ask what had happened. She knew. This was the reason PIRA had employed her. She’d been born with the gift -- or maybe the curse -- of seeing demons. Horrific, mind-shattering beings bent on destruction. For a long time, she’d thought she was going mad. Then her friend, Kiki, had put her in touch with PIRA. Someone finally believed in her, didn’t think she was crazy.

“Show yourself, demon. Your mirror-cracking ugly self, not the usual spit and polish you do for humans.”

“Ahh, I knew you were special,” the sultry voice purred.

Definitely female. What in the name of all that’s holy was a demon doing out here in the middle of the outback?

Before Alice could speculate further, the spiral of light flared higher, red streaks flashing like a beacon. With a sound like distant thunder and the acrid smell of burning sulfur, the light dissolved and in its place stood a woman. Holy crap, a woman who looked just like… her?

The demon waved the four smaller lights back with a casual flip of her hand and undulated her way over to stand in front of her. It was the only word Alice could think of to describe the spirit’s movement. Sensuality oozed from the being. The sway of her hips enticed. The jut of her half-naked breasts beguiled. And the sexual promise on her full lips tempted.

“What the hell are you? More importantly, who are you?”

The demon laughed, the sound a rippling of raw sex wrapped up in dulcet tones. Even Alice wasn’t immune to it. Moisture pooled between her thighs and her breasts felt swollen and achy. She shuffled her feet from side to side, trying to banish the feeling.

“Not that it’ll mean anything to you, but my name -- one of my many names -- is Lilah and I heard your call.” She moved closer, running the tips of her fingers down Alice’s arm.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Alice shrugged away from the tempting touch. “As if I’d call a demon,” she muttered.

“Oh, my dear, what a poor liar you are. Just as you can sense us, so, too, can we zero in on those who need our help. We heard your cry.”

As Lilah slinked closer, Alice backed away. God, this was getting too freaky. Too scary. “I’m outta here,” she mumbled and spun about to face the campsite.

Before she’d taken a step, a burst of thunder rolled through the graveyard, making the hairs on her arms stand up. Her heart thumped so loudly it was a wonder it didn’t deafen her.

With a burst of light, the woman appeared in front of her, blocking her escape. Shaking her head, Alice stared at her. It was like looking in a mirror -- well, except for the level of sensuality, of course. Wavy black hair hanging down to the waist. Petite features to match her small stature. Alice frowned. Why the heck had the demon taken on her persona? It was just too damn weird.

She waved her hands. “Get back to where you came from, demon. I have nothing for you.”

“Ahh, but I can be of service to you, Alice Connerly. Don’t you wish to know how?”

“Yeah, right.” Alice snorted. “What could you possibly have that I might want?”

Waves of erotic sensation assaulted Alice. Her nipples hardened. An ache streaked from her breasts, down her body, to lodge between her thighs. Her clit throbbed and her panties grew damp, the tension coiling tight in her gut until she felt as if she were about to burst into flames.

“Do you not wish to make the good Jonathan sit up and take notice?”

Alice dragged her attention off her body and tried to concentrate on what the demon was saying. “Jonathan?”

“Aren’t you sick of him ignoring you? Treating you with distain? He has bedded everyone else in the office, but continues to treat you like a piece of the office furniture. Maybe it’s time for you to get even with him. Show him what he’s missing.” She reached out and ran her hand across the crest of Alice’s left breast.

A shiver sliced along Alice’s spine. She didn’t even have the energy to move away from Lilah’s caress. Holy living demons, she was being turned on by another woman, something that had never happened before. Her whole body hummed with unrelieved sexual frustration and, damn it, the bloody demon knew it. And was using it against her.

Suddenly, Alice made the connection. “Lilah. Another name for Lilith -- the temptress, a femme fatale night spirit -- better known as a succubus, preying on men while they sleep in order to sexually suck the life out of them.”

Lilah gurgled with laughter. “So nice to be known. Now, wouldn’t it be nice to find out what all those other women saw in Jonathan? The office whore, even if he is male. The one man everyone wants.” Lilah dropped her voice to a husky whisper. “I know you’ve fantasized about making love to him. You are so open to us we can read your desires.”

Alice tried to close down her mind, to shut Lilah out. To no avail. She felt the probing energy of the demon digging in the dark recesses of her brain, the place she’d hidden all her secrets.

Heat flushed her face at the other woman knowing how she felt about Jonathan. At the same time, there was a small kernel of truth in her observations. Maybe she could…


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