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Rhyan is an angel on the edge. Sent earthside to serve penance for her carnal lusts, she has been charged with gathering information on a fallen angel—while resisting the temptation to fall into his arms herself.
Working as a bouncer at Desire, the hottest nightclub in Atlanta, nephilim Dominic has no trouble hooking up with a new partner every night. Until he sets his sights on Rhyan, and suddenly, one night will never be enough.
But with Dominic’s heavenly face and body made for sin, Rhyan can no longer deny her passions. And now she will be forced to choose: a lifetime of love or an eternity alone....
Pure Desire
Denise Tompkins
MILLS & BOON
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Dear Reader,
Please accept my thanks for picking up Pure Desire, the second novella in my Desire trilogy. These books are very special to me, and I’m honored to share them with you.
Dominic and Rhyan are the second couple to find their way to each other in this series. Dominic is so much more than he seems, while Rhyan has so much more to offer than even she knows. Nephilim and angel, they’ve waited for each other for far too long. (Fun note: the scene with Dominic in the parking garage? The dialogue between the characters came to me right off “the bat” and sounded like Dominic’s voice in my head. So cool to know how he sounds!)
I hope you have half as much fun reading how these two dynamic characters end up falling in love as I had writing their love story.
Happy reading,
Denise
Dedication
To the woman most likely to be voted Best Cheering Section, the most amazing critique partner ever and the only reason I’m standing here today. Thank you, Tibby Armstrong—fellow author, best friend, owner of acreage in my heart.
Contents
Chapter One
Dominic strolled down the sidewalk, face to the sky yet hyperaware of his surroundings. He knew this path, from parking garage to the club’s rear entrance. He’d walked it more than a thousand times. No doubt it would have been faster, maybe safer, to take the garage’s elevator, but he needed to see the stars. They served as a reminder of what his life had been—just as the vacuum where his wings had been did. Together the reminders kept him grounded.
He snorted. “Grounded. Prime word choice.”
A homeless guy crouched by the back door to Desire—Atlanta’s hottest nightclub. He looked up at Dominic and smiled, his mouth missing more teeth than it retained.
“Hey, Pistol Pete. How’s it hangin’?” Digging through his pockets, Dominic pulled out a twenty and tossed it into the guy’s grungy plastic cup. “Tuck that away. I’ll order a pizza and have it delivered out here, cool?”
The man mumbled his thanks and a generic blessing.
Dominic waved him off. Thanks he could handle. Blessings got a little sticky, though. He rolled his shoulders, drew in a deep breath and blew it out through pursed lips. Time to put on his public persona.
Pasting a congenial smile on his face, he shoved through the doors to the nightclub.
His gig as head of security was pretty tight. Griff, the owner and an incubus, and Seth, the general manager and a rare type of djinn called an ifrit, were awesome to work for. They’d even become friends over the years.
“An incubus, djinn and nephilim walk into a bar,” Dominic called through the silent club.
Seth stepped out from behind the bar, wiping his hands on a towel. “The djinn is clearly superior and would never serve as the butt of a fallen angel’s moronic joke. Since the incubus is currently upstairs getting laid, he can be the fall guy.” They met on the empty dance floor and gripped hands, thumping each other on the back.
Breaking away, Dominic pushed his hair off his face. “So Griff’s upstairs with Bailey, huh?” He was glad the two had—finally—hooked up. It seemed like they’d found the real deal. The happy-crappy stuff could choke him a little at times, but he’d suck it up for Griff’s sake. Bailey’s, too, for that matter. That he was a little—or a lot—jealous of what they seem to have found so easily wasn’t anyone’s business but his own.
“We still on for poker at your place Sunday?”
“Yeah. And Griff’ll be
