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    Zoey Rogue
    Zoey Rogue
    Zoey Rogue
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    Zoey Rogue

    By Lizzy Ford

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    He only needs three nights to make her his ...

    With more heart than sense, fearless, beautiful Zoey has saved countless college-aged women from horrifying deaths at the hands of supernatural sadists. She may be a mere half-succubus in a society that views half-breeds with derision, but she still retains the highest rescue rate of any Hunter in the Sucubatti society.

    As the calm, disciplined leader of the Incubatti Enforcers, Declan is the polar opposite of Zoey – and the sworn enemy of her society. Forced to rescue her one night, Declan realizes two things: he doesn’t need someone as wild and independent as Zoey in his life – and he can’t live without her.

    In this world, there’s only one Incubus for every Sucubatti and Zoey and Declan are stuck with each other. They’re just as likely to kill each other as they are to yield to each other’s sex magic.

    She has authority issues and drinks too much. He is the irresistibly sexy Incubus pre-ordained to tame her. Neither can fight their intense attraction, and yet trusting each other is out of the question.

    What happens when their worlds crash down around them?

    Strike three. You’re mine.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLizzy Ford
    Release dateMar 18, 2017
    ISBN9781623783136
    Zoey Rogue
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    Lizzy Ford

    I breathe stories. I dream them. If it were possible, I'd eat them, too. (I'm pretty sure they'd taste like cotton candy.) I can't escape them - they're everywhere! Which is why I write! I was born to bring the crazy worlds and people in my mind to life, and I love sharing them with as many people as I can.I'm also the bestselling, award winning, internationally acclaimed author of over sixty ... eighty ... ninety titles and counting. I write speculative fiction in multiple subgenres of romance and fantasy, contemporary fiction, books for both teens and adults, and just about anything else I feel like writing. If I can imagine it, I can write it!I live in the desert of southern Arizona with two dogs and two cats!My books can be found in every major ereader library, to include: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Sony and Smashwords.

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    • 4/5
      Zoey Rogue by Lizzy Ford is book one of the Incubatti series.


      Zoey Rogue is one of the first Incubus themed books I've ever read and as a paranormal romance it was very unique. I can honestly say that I haven't read another book like it. Zoey is fun loving and outrageous a big drinker since she turned 21 and is living it up as much as she can, she's also a hunter and nothing gets in the way of her doing her job. That is until Declan comes onto the scene and turns her whole world upside down. Declan is supposed to be the responsible one of the two but Zoey tends to throw a wrench in things when she starts to tickle his sex vibe and he realizes he wants more than just a taste.
      Zoey rogue is a fun and enjoyable read I think anyone would like. A girl that kicks ass - literally and a guy that can stand by her side and give her as good as she gives back.
      I was so upset over the ending though because I wanted it to keep going I wanted to find out what happened between Zoey and Declan since I wanted them to find their happy ending. The cliff hanger ending will have me coming back for the next book in the series Zoey Avenger to find out if Zoey can forgive Declan and to find out if they can work things out or not. I can't wait to find out!
    • 3/5
      I'm not sure what to think about this story. I liked the overall premise, but it seemed like this book was lacking something, but I still can't figure out what.Zoey is a Halfling (half human, half succubus), who desperately wants to live a normal life as a human, even has a human boyfriend (who has no idea what she is). She is a Hunter on Team R of the Succubatti, and Hunters are responsible for killing Cambions (the sons of an Incubus and a human mother), who sex and kill young women for the sex energy.So apparently she has a soulmate, but not just any soul-mate, an Incubus soulmate. And not just an Incubus soulmate, the the head of the Incubatti Enforcers (clutch your pearls ladies!) So he's supposed to be all bad-ass I guess. What I am NOT impressed with is the lack of world building and explanations about certain events: the story is supposed to take place in the DC area, but you'd never know it based on the lack of descriptions of the location (except for throwing out the names Rock Creek Park and Chevy Chase, which are only small parts of the DMV). How does an Incubus claim his soulmate? Does he just say "I'm claiming you, now we have to go through the three strikes?" What happened during Zoey's early years, before becoming a Team R member? We're given a bit of background on Vikki, but nothing on Zoey. What the hell is Olivia up to? And the thing that really got me was that Zoey wanted Eric to forgive her, but yet she ran away when faced with what happened with Declan, even knowing that he was tricked?Still a good start to the series and I'll be reading the future installments.
    • 5/5
      I was given this book as a gift through amazon!!~~
      Zoey Rogue by Lizzy Ford
      This book has serious sexual scenes 18

      What can I not say about this book? This book has literally knocked my socks off and has me yearning for more! This book is a journey of epic proportion that will have you emotionally racked and hormonally challenged. LOL! I swear this author is getting better with every single book she writes but she has just dropped the gauntlet. All I can keep thinking is WOW oh WOW WOW!!I don't think I can actually truly put in to words the way I feel about this book except that I think I have now found a all time favorite and high!! HOLY MOLY!! WHAT A READ!! A MUST TRY! This book makes me want a drink and a cigarette even though I don't smoke!! I love the relationship between Declan and Zoey and the other characters too!! Zoey is my favorite female lead of all time! She is amazing with her kick butt attitude and ask questions later. Just love her!



    • 5/5
      Zoey is a independent rule breaking half-succubus who saves countless college-aged women from dying at the hands of the Cambions. Cambions are the offspring of the Incubatti and enjoy killing women through rough sex for the sex energy. Declan is the leader of the Incubatti Enforcers and the sworn enemy of Zoey's society. He also happens to be Zoey's soul mate.

      I loved this book. It kept me on the edge of my couch wondering what was gonna happen next. It took me a day to read the book and as soon as I finished I wanted more of Declan and Zoey. Can't wait for the next book to come out. This is a must read for anyone who loves a sexy action packed paranormal book. Lizzy Ford outdid herself on this one.

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    Zoey Rogue - Lizzy Ford

    One

    Zoey

    Wrong place , wrong time . As usual. Chrissy couldn’t help the thought or the sob that accompanied it. She stumbled and staggered through the darkness, her hands outstretched in case she hit a wall. She smashed her shin into what felt like a metal block and fell hard to the ground.

    Pain radiated through her leg, and she clutched it, unable to help the new tears that squeezed from her eyes. She barely contained a cry of pain. If she screamed, they might find her, the three men whose own journey through the dark house sounded as painful as her own, if their shouts were any indication. Her leg hurt so badly, she didn’t think she could stand.

    Flashlights, candles, anything! one of them shouted.

    She heard him rummaging far too close to her.

    Find that fucking girl! We’ve already lost two safe houses this fucking week! Another shouted from the direction she had come.

    She pushed herself to her feet. Her shin throbbed. Limping, Chrissy continued in her search for a window or a door or some way to escape. She had never been any place so dark before; she saw nothing. The carpet beneath her bare feet silenced her footsteps. Her favorite dress was ruined – torn by her pursuers in their attempt to rape her – and her expensive high heels lost somewhere within the two-story house.

    If someone told her that her entire life could change in the course of a few minutes, she never would’ve believed it. A mere twenty minutes before, she had entered the house in search of a party. It wasn’t the first time she wandered into a frat house on a Friday night. It looked like a typical college fraternity from the outside: a boxy, restored, early twenty-first century two-story home with Greek letters hung on the façade. While located farther away from campus than normal, it wasn’t so far as to cause suspicion. She arrived late to the party – just fifteen minutes earlier, although it felt like a lifetime – to find the front door unlocked.

    Somewhere in the house, a girl had been screaming. Already buzzing from too much alcohol, Chrissy hadn’t stopped to wonder why and entered, searching for the partygoers. From there, things went horribly wrong. Hearing the screaming girl was one thing; seeing why she screamed was another. There were a dozen college-aged men in the house, and two had been holding her down while a third did unspeakable things to her.

    Chrissy had backed away, her alcoholic high plummeting with the adrenaline that filled her. She tried to run, but three of them caught her. She fought them; it was useless. They ripped her clothes off and forced her to the ground.

    And then, the lights went off. The entire house turned dark. Somehow, she broke away and ran. Disoriented, she hoped she was headed to the front door, but she never imagined it was so far away.

    Resting against a wall, Chrissy listened for the sounds of her pursuers. The screaming stopped soon after the lights went out. Her breathing was so loud, she thought for sure those after her would hear it. Aware of how close one of them was, she began inching away in a painful limp, through the doorway into what she hoped was the living room she crossed through earlier.

    The light from street lamps outlined the front door, and her hope surged. She smacked the coffee table, and this time, she did cry out.

    Found her! one of them called.

    Chrissy bolted to the door as fast as she could on her damaged shin. A few feet before she reached it, someone tackled her. She gave a frustrated yell and clawed at him, desperate to reach the door a few feet away.

    I don’t need light to fuck you, the man on top of her snarled then shouted to the others, Living room!

    He pinned her hands above her head and tore off her underwear. She began to cry, unable to shake him.

    You do need your head, though, a female’s voice answered him from the darkness. Lights, Ginny.

    The next few seconds passed as if she were in a dream – or a nightmare. The sudden flood of lights blinded her. Someone dressed like a shadow moved with inhuman speed across the room. A flash of steel, the sound of a knife slicing through meat, a gurgle.

    Her eyes adjusted just as the man on top of her slumped to the side. Warmth covered her arm. She looked down, disoriented, then clambered out from under the rest of his body. Her attacker’s body was on one side of her, his head on the other.

    Stay right here, the woman in black told her.

    Too shocked to register much more than the dead man who had tried to rape her seconds before, Chrissy sat in a daze, unable to move if she wanted. Her rescuer wore a black, military-style uniform with night-vision goggles perched on her forehead. She was of average height, toned and shapely, her bronze curls in a bun on top of her head and her blue eyes sparkling. She was armed with two long knives and a smile that made her round face appear cherubic, sweet. She saluted with one of the knives and darted further into the house.

    Covered in her attacker’s blood with a shin that was surely broken, Chrissy just stared after her, shaking.

    Zoey left the young woman and darted towards the sounds of fighting, where her best friend Vikki was probably lopping off heads. She almost smashed into another of the men as she barreled through the kitchen. This one had blood on his hands, which meant there was at least one more victim in the house. The second victim was probably a college-aged girl like the one Zoey rescued. Although the woman in the living room had been stripped naked, she was otherwise unhurt, aside from a limp.

    She got off lucky.

    I’ve got five! Vikki’s breathless voice came across the communications piece in Zoey’s ear. Ten bucks says I finish them off before you get here!

    One of the two other members of her team – Team R – present for the raid, Vikki was Zoey’s main competition every time they went out. The third member, Ginny, monitored the operation from the van parked across the street.

    You’re on. Be there in a few. Zoey answered. She blocked a strike from her opponent. That the best you can do, asshole?

    Zoey felt the sex magic in the air that the creature before her was trying to use to manipulate her. It made her blood move faster, and she drew it into herself. Instead of influencing her, it was like a drug, one that left her intoxicated – and able to use as a weapon against him.

    He had a kitchen knife in one hand and lunged at her. She pushed him back with his own magic then slashed twice with her pewter daggers. He slid to the floor without a sound.

    Her phone vibrated. She glanced down and saw the phone number of her boyfriend flash across the screen. She hesitated. He tried calling twice before their op tonight; maybe something was wrong. She answered and continued through the house, seeking out more of the rapist bastards – known as Cambions. Born to human mothers and Incubus fathers, Cambions existed for one purpose: to gather sex magic by any means necessary. Sex energy was a drug to them, one that made them frenzied with the need to collect it.

    Hey, Eric, she said.

    Hi. I’m guessing you forgot the list?

    Zoey paused mid-step, wracking her brain for what list she was supposed to remember.

    You said you were going grocery shopping after studying. Kinda hard without the list, he said, laughing.

    Oh. Um, I, uh got caught up with stuff. Shit! Where had she told him she was studying this night?

    Zoey heard sounds from the basement. The door was open, the lights on. She smelled something … bad. Familiar. Something that told her they were going to need more body bags than she had in the van.

    Basement, she said into the microphone.

    Got it, Vikki responded via the earpiece in her right ear – the one connected to their communications devices for the operation.

    You got caught up in the basement? Eric’s voice came through the other earpiece.

    Oh, no. I mean, we, uh, found something intriguing in the basement of the library, and I was in such a hurry to get here, I forgot the list, she managed.

    Before she was able to charge down the stairs, an armed Cambion leapt out of the doorway. Zoey ducked a blow.

    You sound out of breath. Eric sounded both puzzled and frustrated. Is studying at the library a full contact sport now?

    Sometimes -

    Block

    - when you’re reading -

    Jab

    - about the Mayans.

    Slash.

    The Cambion dropped. Able to overhear what Zoey said through her microphone, the two other members of Team R were laughing into one ear, almost drowning out Eric’s words.

    I thought the library closed at seven.

    Zoey glanced at her watch. It was nine.

    Well, not when Vikki is sleeping with the night watchman.

    That girl gets around.

    Yeah. She bent over to make sure the Cambion was dead.

    So the Mayans took precedence over groceries, he said then waited for her to laugh at the corny joke, like she usually did.

    Hmmm, she replied, attention elsewhere.

    Anyway, I’m at the store now, Eric continued. I can’t read your writing about ice cream. I want to get it right.

    Zoey felt like shit every time she lied to him about what she was doing, especially when he was sweet enough to call before buying the wrong kind of ice cream. She sighed then straightened and trotted down the stairwell to the basement.

    I’m sorry I forgot, Eric. I just got a little…oh, Jesus this is bad. Even knowing what she was going to find, she still almost gagged at the scent of decomposing bodies. She covered her mouth with her hand.

    What? he asked, confusion in his voice.

    I gotta go.

    Just real quick – tell me what flavor.

    French vanilla. She hung up.

    Eric was not happy. But at the moment Zoey was more concerned about the mess in front of her. It looked like the Cambions were using this safe house for weeks; the bodies of almost two dozen women were decaying in the basement. Some were buried under mounds of dirt, others stacked like old newspapers.

    Near vomiting from the scent, Zoey couldn’t help the sorrow that descended over her. Cambions targeted girls her age – around twenty-one. Unlike her, each one of the girls in the basement probably had a family that missed them and a boyfriend they didn’t have to lie to every day about who they were.

    Why do you always say I’m the one sleeping around? Vikki complained over their radio.

    Because you always do, Zoey retorted. We’re gonna need about twenty more body bags than planned and a morgue crew.

    Mayans, Z, really? Ginny asked, amused. I’ll put in the order.

    That means the bosses will find out, Vikki grumbled. We’re in enough trouble as it is going on unauthorized missions.

    We saved someone from the fucking Cambions, Zoey said. Unable to stand the smell, she returned to the main floor. You’d think Heidi would be more concerned about that instead of not scheduling two missions at once.

    Two girls, Vikki said. Though this one needs a doctor fast.

    Got it, Ginny said. Stationed in the van to monitor things in case all hell broke loose, Ginny was also in charge of contacting their headquarters, the police or providing back-up support as needed.

    What’s a Cambion?

    Zoey spun. She’d forgotten the girl in the living room. Her gaze swept over her. The girl managed to wrap herself in a blanket, probably the one from the couch. Her right shin was swollen and black.

    You’re gonna need some ice for that. Zoey went to the fridge and opened it. There was nothing but beer in the fridge. She yanked open the freezer to find frozen bags of vegetables.

    Rally at the van, Ginny directed.

    Roger, Zoey said into the microphone. She grabbed two bags of vegetables. Anyway, Cambions are, um, these beastly half-human males born to human mothers and Incubus fathers, Zoey explained. They kill girls our age to collect sex energy to sustain themselves and then give the extra to their evil Incubus overlords. If you ever have a chance to cut open a Cambion, you’ll find these little things that look like batteries, where the extra energy is stored.

    The girl stared at her for a long moment. Oh.

    My job is to track and kill them, before they rape girls like you and then shove you in the basement to rot, Zoey finished.

    The girl’s gaze went to the open door of the basement. She grew even paler.

    That sounds good, she said. She was weaving on her feet, a sign she was about to pass out.

    You should sit down, Zoey advised. We’re almost done here, then we’ll call an ambulance for you. We’ll ice your shin in the meantime. She lifted the bags.

    The young woman nodded. Limping bad, she returned to the living room and sat down on the couch, clearly in shock by her dazed expression. Zoey trailed her in and lifted her injured leg to the coffee table. Placing a bag of frozen vegetables on the swollen shin, Zoey set the other within reach.

    Just in case it takes the EMTs more than a few minutes to get here, okay?

    Okay, the woman repeated.

    Were you invited here or just decided to drop by? Zoey asked, interested in discovering where the Cambions might be recruiting their victims.

    I’m not sure, the woman replied. I mean, I wasn’t invited. I was at a party down the street and walking to my car. Something just…pulled me.

    That feeling was the Cambions using their sex magic to lure you in. If you ever, ever, ever feel that again, you run the other way fast, Zoey said. You got that?

    The woman nodded, tears in her eyes again. I don’t want to lose more shoes.

    Yeah, that’s kind of a minor issue, Zoey said, unable to stop her laugh at the shocked woman’s words. I mean, I normally find these bastards at clubs. If you want to talk about being upset over shoes – try kicking someone in the chest with a four-inch heel. The heel snaps off every freakin’ time. I go through like, two pairs of shoes a week. I buy in bulk now.

    The woman didn’t seem to know what to do and then smiled. Zoey’s gaze lingered. She shook her head and rose, feeling bad for her, but happy she was alive.

    Wiping off her weapons, Zoey’s thoughts went to Eric. She was going to need a really, really good plan to make this up to him. It was so hard leading a double life; she almost understood why she was the only one she knew who tried. She may have been born a Halfling in a society that consisted of evil and death, but she chose to try to be normal.

    Z, you owe me ten! Vikki said cheerfully. You never win bets.

    Dammit! I’ll keep trying, though! Zoey said. How many did you kill?

    Seven. You?

    Ugh. Two. So I’m only what? Four ahead of you for the year?

    You’ve never been ahead! Vikki snapped.

    The hell I haven’t!

    Uh, oh. I just got a super angry message from Heidi to return like, now. So, if you’re done killing Cambions, come back to the van, Ginny interrupted. She’s blaming Zoey, as usual.

    Why do I always get blamed? Zoey complained. With a glance around to make sure no more Cambions were lingering, she trotted through the bottom floor of the house to double-check, before returning to the living room.

    Because you’re short. You stick out. Vikki laughed.

    Zoey rolled her eyes. She was the only half-Succubus – known as a Halfling – that didn’t share the typical Succubus body type: six feet tall, slender and willowy with a gentle shape and a face that was able to stop traffic.

    No, Zoey was…cute and sexy. Average height, above average prettiness with an hourglass shape rendered firm by hours of training a day. The other members of Team R, like Vikki and Ginny, were flawlessly beautiful killers.

    Stay here. The paramedics will be here soon, she said to the traumatized young woman on the couch.

    Thank you.

    You’re welcome. Just be careful. There are a few places around here like this one. Okay?

    The young woman nodded.

    Zoey started out the front door, listening to Vikki and Ginny talk, when the girl called out to her.

    Wait!

    Zoey paused, hand on the hilt of a knife, in case there was another attacker.

    I, um, feel like I need to send you…flowers. Or a thank you letter. The young woman tried to get to her feet, failed and sagged back on the couch.

    It’s okay. I do this for a living, Zoey replied, not unkindly. Killing those things is all the reward I need.

    Can you tell me your name at least? the young woman asked.

    Zoey hesitated then took pity on her. Zoey. She reached down to snag the frozen vegetables that had fallen off the girl’s leg and replaced the bag.

    It’s a pretty name.

    It’s awful. I’m the last one called for everything, Zoey replied.

    The young woman smiled faintly. I’m Chrissy. The woman was around Zoey’s age, tall, with cocoa skin and an exotic tilt to her eyes. She was pretty enough to be a Halfling or Succubus, without the glow of sex energy.

    Nice to meet you. I have to go, but be careful from here on out. Zoey left. She trotted down the front steps and jogged across the street to the waiting van. Vikki stood outside the open side door, stripping out of her bloodied clothes, unconcerned with anyone who might see her flawless body.

    How mad is Heidi? Zoey asked with a grimace. She climbed into the passenger seat. Ginny was on the driver’s side, dressed similarly in all black.

    Totally pissed. No, epically pissed, Ginny said. I don’t know. She’s always a bitch anyways.

    Vikki! Come on! Zoey called over her shoulder. Eric isn’t happy. Need to get home!

    Whatever, Vikki replied. You shouldn’t be dating a human anyways.

    You said I wouldn’t last a month and it’s a year later, Zoey pointed out.

    When he gets sick of you ditching him for the Mayans, you’re gonna have a meltdown.

    Zoey said nothing, suspecting her friend was right. But she wasn’t going to deal with that tonight; no, she’d rescued someone from the horrible Cambions. She was going to give herself the small victory, before Heidi - the Internal Affairs Bureau’s operations chief who managed their team’s missions – kicked her ass.

    Vikki climbed into the back of the van and slammed the door shut. Ginny drove across Washington DC, from the Maryland side to the Virginia side, where their campus was located.

    As Zoey calmed, the sex magic caged within her made her edgy. There was no real relief from the magic. She could absorb incredible amounts of it, but if she didn’t get rid of it fighting, her head felt like it would explode and her body felt feverish. Fighting and sex were the only two known cures.

    Sex with Eric, however, barely took the edge off. She’d been considering this as well over the past few weeks. At first, Eric was enough for her to remain functional. Lately, however, nothing seemed to work, but she loved the fact he was normal. She was almost able to pretend she was normal, too, when they were together and not some sex-magic obsessed warrior.

    Her phone vibrated. She glanced down, expecting a note from Eric. Instead, it was from her guardian, the Professor. Every Halfling was assigned a guardian to try to help them manage the sex magic. Her guardian was one of five Incubuses who remained within the Succubus society, after a bloody war tore the two societies apart.

    At the library again?

    She could almost hear him laughing at her. The good-natured Incubus had aged, because he was no longer allowed to collect sex magic to sustain himself. He was still handsome, his charisma remaining despite his age, like the seasoned charm of Harrison Ford or Daniel Craig in twenty years.

    You’re so not funny, Professor, she growled. She hadn’t told him, either, that she was going out to kill Cambions. Their mission would’ve remained secret, if they hadn’t found the bodies in the basement.

    Nice quiet night studying. She replied. He would know; they were bound in a way that allowed him to stabilize her sex energy. So he would feel the sudden increase when she soaked up that of the Cambions. The bond provided guardians with numerous gifts they bestowed upon their Halflings. They could balance their absorbed sex magic, block Halflings’ minds from being read by their Incubatti enemies, and heal the Halfling when they became injured, which considering the job, was frequent.

    Your room is always ready. His response made her smile. Her guardian was the only person she knew who never got angry when hearing of her wild ways. Unfortunately, even his efforts to help her were no longer enough.

    Hey, it’s Saturday. The new girl told me about a party, Vikki said. You guys in?

    Sure, Ginny said.

    Zoey thought for a minute. Pretty sure, but Eric is pissed at me.

    All the more reason to come drinking with us. Tell him we’re going out, Vikki insisted.

    Glancing down at the screen of her smart phone, Zoey considered. It was going to be a miserable night anyway, if she went home.

    Maybe, she said.

    She put her phone away as they reached the headquarters for the Succubae’s campus located in Annandale, on the Virginia side of the DC Metro area. Disguised as an elite girls’ school, it housed the headquarters, training grounds and cultural and operations centers for the Succubus society, known as the Sucubatti. They passed through the tall, wrought-iron gate surrounding the compound and continued to the multi-storied parking garage, beneath which was the operations center and the armory.

    Heidi was waiting for them. A sizzling blonde, full-blooded Succubus with blue eyes and curly hair tamed by a clip, she didn’t look happy. There was a frown on her face and her arms were crossed. She had the reputation of despising Halfings anyway. If she was acknowledging their existences instead of buried in her smart phone or tablet computer, she was super-pissed.

    Vikki groaned. Rock, paper, scissors for who takes the blame this time?

    I got chewed out last time, Ginny said quickly. It’s between you two.

    Ginny pulled the van to a halt, and Zoey twisted to face Vikki. They both held out their fists.

    One, she started.

    Two, Vikki said.

    Three!

    Zoey’s hand was flat, the sign of paper. Vikki made the sign for scissors.

    Dammit! Zoey snapped.

    You always lose! Vikki giggled.

    The van’s side door whipped open, and they all looked at Heidi, startled.

    If you’re done fucking around, get out, the operations officer said.

    Zoey and Vikki hurried out of the van. It was supposed to be forbidden for Halflings to defy or talk back to the full-blooded Succubae. Heidi waited for all three of them to line up in front of her. Her cold eyes were a reminder of her other role in the IAB – that of eliminating issues and those who caused them. A cold assassin, she was one of the two most feared members of the Sucubatti.

    You have three seconds, she said coldly.

    It’s all my fault, Zoey started with a glare at Vikki.

    You lose a bet?

    No, it’s really my fault.

    Heidi studied her. After a moment, she nodded her head to the side. Ginny and Vikki darted off. Vikki gave Zoey the peace sign as she trotted towards the gates. The dorms that housed the Halflings were located outside the gate while full-blooded Succubae were afforded the dorms behind the protection of the wrought iron fencing, guards, and state-of-the-art alarm system.

    Another entry for your ever-growing disciplinary file? Heidi asked.

    Yes, ma’am. Zoey said.

    Misuse of official Sucubatti property, failure to obey orders, and did you steal intelligence from our databases?

    If you know a bad guy is there, why not go get him? We saved two girls tonight, Heidi! Zoey said.

    There’s a bigger picture here, Zoey, one which a Halfling like yourself is too stupid to understand.

    Zoey sighed. The lecture she expected ensued. Lack of discipline, failure to think strategically… She waited for Heidi to finish, mind on the time. If she didn’t get home soon, Eric was going to kick her out. She’d end up on the Professor’s porch swing, the way she did every once in awhile when she got too drunk on a mission.

    … recklessness. Heidi paused. Olivia wants to see you again tonight.

    Again?

    It’s the second time she’s called you in this month. I can’t imagine she’s happy. She’s in her office. You know where to go.

    Zoey opened her mouth to ask why. Accustomed to Heidi’s lectures, Zoey was usually dismissed after them. She had never been sent to see Olivia and definitely hadn’t seen the IAB chief earlier this month.

    The look on Heidi’s face discouraged her from asking anything. Zoey walked away instead, into the central building located next to the parking garage. She knew where Olivia’s office was, but had never been there before. Assuming Heidi was confusing her with someone else, she went down the hallway to Olivia’s office.

    The door was closed. Zoey’s heart quickened as she read the title engraved in brass on the door in front of her.

    Chief, Internal Affairs Bureau

    She was really in trouble this time, if Olivia requested to see her.

    Zoey knocked.

    Come in, came the muffled voice from within.

    Drawing a deep breath, Zoey entered. Olivia sat at a small table near a window, her long, lean legs crossed as she sat reviewing a file. With porcelain skin and blue eyes, Olivia was in her prime, radiating the seductive power of a Succubus. She glanced up.

    Another wild night, Zoey?

    Zoey said nothing, surprised the chief of the IAB had any idea who she was, let alone her activities. Of course, Heidi was her right hand. Maybe Zoey really had exacerbated the operations officer to the point she brought it up to Olivia.

    Have an energy drink. I’ll be done in a moment.

    That’s not a good sign.

    The Sucubatti developed their own energy drinks. The can was the size of Zoey’s thumb. There would be a tray of them on the corner of Olivia’s desk. Much about Olivia’s office – including the layout and scent of vanilla in the air – was familiar, even though Zoey didn’t recall being there before. The sense she had stood in this very spot not long ago was strong, even though she didn’t recall ever setting foot in Olivia’s office.

    Zoey turned, surprised at finding her hunch about the energy drinks correct.

    She picked up one of the small cans and popped off the top. It smelled bitter and made her nose wrinkle, but she tossed it back, hoping she would soon be excused.

    After a few minutes, Zoey began to grow drowsy. She glanced at Olivia, wishing the energy drink would kick in faster. She grabbed another one and drank it. Her head started to spin. Feeling nauseous, Zoey sat down in one of the chairs in front of Olivia’s desk. She leaned forward to put her head between her knees.

    Seconds later, she slid to the ground, unconscious.

    Two

    Zoey Drugged

    Afew hours later , north of Washington DC, an Incubus entered his favorite, private club in wealthy Chevy Chase. The exclusive, beauty-filled venue was hopping. He made his way through the crowd, well-aware of the effect he had on every woman within a few feet of him. Though one of the least powerful of his kind, he was still able to draw in any human he wanted, which was all that mattered to him tonight.

    He went to the bar and motioned the bartender over. A few seconds later, his regular drink sat before him. He sipped it as he leaned back against the counter, his eyes roaming over the women. He saw several familiar faces he knew to be call girls on the arms of wealthy men and a handful of college-aged girls who probably stumbled upon an invitation to the exclusive club because of their looks.

    They had the arrogance and innocence of youth that made them sweetly saucy, combined with supple bodies, ripe for the picking. He watched the group of eight girls, scouring their features and bodies for the one he wanted. His selection made, he set his drink on the bar and stepped away. With an Incubus’ power over women and a Cambion’s philosophy that sex was his for the taking, he was relentless in his pursuit of getting what he wanted. He never struck out. Ever.

    Sex energy tugged at him. He didn’t notice it enter his senses, until it was too late to resist. The Incubus froze in place, unable to identify the source of magic. He knew Succubus magic; he’d bedded his fair share of them. It wasn’t that of a Succubus, whose telltale magic was cool, like a fan turning on over his head. This magic was warm and charged.

    Buy me a drink? the female voice carried a husky note, one that grazed his skin and made him shudder.

    He turned, not expecting the woman before him. Succubae were all six feet tall and slender, with bodies and features that made men stop in their tracks. This woman was not a Succubus, but she radiated a Succubus’ power; she could only be a Halfling, a half-Succubus. The Halfling seated at the bar was not quite five and a half feet, with a sweet face and blue gaze. Judging by her toned, shapely body, she was a Hunter, a Halfling charged with killing Cambions. Though far from plain, she was just as far from the stunning beauty of a full-blooded Succubus.

    Of course, he said finally.

    Whatever hold she had on him increased when he approached the bar.

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