A Stranger's Kiss

HIS KISS WAS THE STUFF OF DREAMS ... HIS TOUCH MEANT UNENDING ECSTASY ... AND, TO ONE, HIS LOVE MEANT SALVATION, IF ONLY SHE COULD WIN THE HEART OF ... THE INCUBUS

The incarnation of desire, the embodiment of lust, the soul of carnality; all these things Alex Daimon was. For centuries he had existed to bring down the just and the wicked alike, to corrupt the innocent. Thus came he to the bed of Callie Wisdom, the young heir of the witch who'd bound him to Darkness ... and the girl was ripe for possession.

He meant to do what he'd done so many times before -- seduce and destroy. But looking into her crystalline eyes, Alex wished that Callie might see some end to his curse. And introducing her to passion, Alex wondered if this time, instead of his kiss drawing his victim down into darkness, her love might not raise him up to the light.