Deliver Us from Evil
My husband and his colleagues label me a witch and try to burn me to death.
I should be dead, but I'm not.
Why?
Because a pack of monstrous hellhound shifters decides to skip the death part and drag me straight to hell.
There, I learn that the sultry voice from my dreams is their demon lord, and I'm now his prisoner.
Lord Deimos' physical body is trapped in a spell my ancestors cast on him, and I have to break it if I want my freedom back.
Between the hellhounds using me as their new plaything, and the equally sinful demon lord haunting my wettest of dreams, I'm being led into temptations.
And I may not want to be delivered from evil.
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