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Demon in the Basement
Enter the basement’s forgotten darkness and reach for the
light of redemption. Find love and passion in an unlikely mate.
Dare to look beyond what you see.
Emme has inherited her estranged father’s estate and vows to
clean out all the evil he left behind. In the corner of the
basement, she discovers one of the greatest of his forbidden
treasures: Nazan, a demon that’s been trapped there since she
fled the house as a teen. The broken demon is circled by salt,
emaciated and bears scars left by years of cruelty and torture.
A caring woman who believes all creatures have their place in
the world, Emme undertakes the arduous task to mend the
wounds done to his soul, mind and body—to return him to his
rightful state and place. Despite her unsettling attraction to
him, a fiery heat occurring every time he touches her, she is
determined to set the demon free.
But he has other plans.
Enter the basement’s forgotten darkness and reach for the
light of redemption. Find love and passion in an unlikely mate.
Dare to look beyond what you see.
Emme has inherited her estranged father’s estate and vows to
clean out all the evil he left behind. In the corner of the
basement, she discovers one of the greatest of his forbidden
treasures: Nazan, a demon that’s been trapped there since she
fled the house as a teen. The broken demon is circled by salt,
emaciated and bears scars left by years of cruelty and torture.
A caring woman who believes all creatures have their place in
the world, Emme undertakes the arduous task to mend the
wounds done to his soul, mind and body—to return him to his
rightful state and place. Despite her unsettling attraction to
him, a fiery heat occurring every time he touches her, she is
determined to set the demon free.
But he has other plans.
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In Print as a part of:
Demons and Vampires
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In Print as a part of:
Demons and Vampires
Excerpt:
Emme found the demon in the basement, curled in on himself under a pile of crumpled newspapers.
Someone had drawn a circle around him with a heavy layer of salt. She edged closer to the white,
patchy line and frowned. With time, the humidity made the granules crust together. “I’ll have to get
down on my hands and knees and scrape it with a putty knife,” she muttered.
The newspapers rustled and she saw one black eye in the shadows between the pages. A ticklish
sensation ran down her skin, the length of her limbs and lingered in her breasts, perking her nipples.
She gasped, startled. “Oh, not yet then,” she whispered. “There’s too much to do. I don’t have time for
demons right now.” She twisted a lock of straight, black hair around her finger and let it go, the tendril
falling back into place. The narrow woman spun around. She started sweeping again, trying to ignore
the burning urge to stare at the being occupying the room with her.
The cobwebs in the corner of the basement were the worst part. Spiders frightened her. She squealed
when a black widow scrambled across the dusty, wooden floor. “Oh, oh, oh!” she kept repeating.
Behind her, the newspapers crackled, and she felt the demon watching, his hot gaze glancing over her
backside like sweaty palms. Emme flailed her hands in the air to calm her nerves. She backed away
from the black, eight-legged monster and rifled in the pile of discards for a container. Closing her eyes,
she sucked in a dry breath, and twisted the lid off a jelly jar. Kneeling, she swept the spider into the jar
with the dustpan, careful not to squish it. “There now.”
She felt the demon’s searing gaze following her up the stairs. When she crossed the empty parlor, the
jar held at arm’s length, the air became cold in an unnatural way. Ignoring the sensation, she exited the
front doorway. Outside, she bent beside the pile of leaves she’d raked yesterday and let the black
widow go. She turned her head and smiled at the basement window, wondering if the demon saw her,
certain that he was trying to, and a little thrilled at finding him. Her father had rarely kept anything so
extraordinary for long before he lost his temper and killed it.
She liked to think she was not her father’s daughter.
Emme found the demon in the basement, curled in on himself under a pile of crumpled newspapers.
Someone had drawn a circle around him with a heavy layer of salt. She edged closer to the white,
patchy line and frowned. With time, the humidity made the granules crust together. “I’ll have to get
down on my hands and knees and scrape it with a putty knife,” she muttered.
The newspapers rustled and she saw one black eye in the shadows between the pages. A ticklish
sensation ran down her skin, the length of her limbs and lingered in her breasts, perking her nipples.
She gasped, startled. “Oh, not yet then,” she whispered. “There’s too much to do. I don’t have time for
demons right now.” She twisted a lock of straight, black hair around her finger and let it go, the tendril
falling back into place. The narrow woman spun around. She started sweeping again, trying to ignore
the burning urge to stare at the being occupying the room with her.
The cobwebs in the corner of the basement were the worst part. Spiders frightened her. She squealed
when a black widow scrambled across the dusty, wooden floor. “Oh, oh, oh!” she kept repeating.
Behind her, the newspapers crackled, and she felt the demon watching, his hot gaze glancing over her
backside like sweaty palms. Emme flailed her hands in the air to calm her nerves. She backed away
from the black, eight-legged monster and rifled in the pile of discards for a container. Closing her eyes,
she sucked in a dry breath, and twisted the lid off a jelly jar. Kneeling, she swept the spider into the jar
with the dustpan, careful not to squish it. “There now.”
She felt the demon’s searing gaze following her up the stairs. When she crossed the empty parlor, the
jar held at arm’s length, the air became cold in an unnatural way. Ignoring the sensation, she exited the
front doorway. Outside, she bent beside the pile of leaves she’d raked yesterday and let the black
widow go. She turned her head and smiled at the basement window, wondering if the demon saw her,
certain that he was trying to, and a little thrilled at finding him. Her father had rarely kept anything so
extraordinary for long before he lost his temper and killed it.
She liked to think she was not her father’s daughter.
| Dark Fantasy Erotic Romance Demon |
"Ms. Rabiyah had me
hooked on the relationship
between Emme and Nazan
from the first page till the
last. ...Let's just say, this
book was a brilliant
example of love and
redemption. And how love
can overcome the most
extreme obstacles. If you
have the time and money,
please check this book out."
-Copper Goddess
Avid Reader
hooked on the relationship
between Emme and Nazan
from the first page till the
last. ...Let's just say, this
book was a brilliant
example of love and
redemption. And how love
can overcome the most
extreme obstacles. If you
have the time and money,
please check this book out."
-Copper Goddess
Avid Reader
"...A strangely compelling tale,
Demon in the Basement
captures you and pulls you in
as the past and its effect on the
present and the future is
revealed. Emme is an
intriguing heroine as she
strives to right past wrongs.
Nazan is reminiscent of the
ugly duckling as he comes
back into his own. A delightfully
satisfying tale, Demon in the
Basement is sure to touch your
heart and engage your
emotions. Pick this one, sit
back, relax and be prepared to
be surprised and entertained.
Anastasia Rabiyah knows how
to satisfy her readers."
-Elise Lynn
Ecataromance
Demon in the Basement
captures you and pulls you in
as the past and its effect on the
present and the future is
revealed. Emme is an
intriguing heroine as she
strives to right past wrongs.
Nazan is reminiscent of the
ugly duckling as he comes
back into his own. A delightfully
satisfying tale, Demon in the
Basement is sure to touch your
heart and engage your
emotions. Pick this one, sit
back, relax and be prepared to
be surprised and entertained.
Anastasia Rabiyah knows how
to satisfy her readers."
-Elise Lynn
Ecataromance
