Escape!
Escape! Anthology
Genre: Paranormal
Length: 239 pages
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Follow Your Fantasies for Fun in the Sun with 18 of your Favorite Changeling Authors:
Runaway Home — Camille Anthony
Firefighter’s Sour — Tuesday Morrigan
The Frog in the Room — Jade Buchanan
Lunar Lovers — Kira Stone
Pool Boys — Sierra Dafoe
Gator Bait — Mary Winter
Isle of Dreams — Alexis Fleming
Demon Ahoy! — Cassandra Kane
Sex on the Beach? — Willa Okati
I Dream of Jimmy — Fiona Jayde
Devilish Fantasy — Marie Treanor
For A Good Time Call — Amelia Elias
Werewolf Cove — Marteeka Karland
Gremlins — Isabelle Spurrier
Room Service — Cat Marsters
Island Dreamin’ — Kate Douglas
Midnight Sun — Alecia Monaco
Sex in the Sand — B.J. McCall
Demon Ahoy! is my contribution to the Escape! anthology:
When Kalandra, an Elemental, decides to look for her missing demon lover, she never expected to find him enjoying life on a desert island in the Caribbean. Kal doesn’t want him back — she wants answers. Like why he walked out on her five hundred years ago.
Sark’s spent his time whittling driftwood and getting a great tan, but he knows things are about to change when Kal storms onto his island. But how can he tell her how he feels without destroying her illusions about the past?
Demon Ahoy! Reviews
5 Lips from TwoLips Reviews
“Cassandra Kane surprises me every time with her imaginative writing… It’s one of the most tragic yet undeniably beautiful stories that I’ve read in quite some time. It’ll break your heart and then warm it, filling it to the brim with the warmth from Kal and Sark’s love.”
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Paranormal Romance
“I loved the relationship play between these two. The heat that anger can cause, the way that Sark just isn’t sure if he wants to ruin how Kalandra remembers the past; it was just so well written by this author…”
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Excerpt
When the storm passed and the turbulent sea calmed to an easy swell, Kalandra emerged from below deck. Spending the night in an ancient sailing boat while it was tossed like a tennis ball in a match between the gods had almost been more than she could handle. She felt nauseous and jittery as she stepped out onto the scarred decking, expelling a sigh of relief at the blaze of bright Caribbean sun.
It had been an impulse to set out from Cat Island two days ago. She’d bought the boat from a fisherman who looked astonished that someone wanted to pay so much for so little. But Kal had always followed her instincts.
The boat rocked gently in the middle of the ocean. She could feel him out here, somewhere. She scanned the horizon, again and again, and had almost turned away before she spotted it — a tiny dark speck in the northeast, hovering on the brink between sea and sky.
With a twist of her fingers, she summoned a gust of wind into the boat’s drooping sails and gripped the mast as the craft sped across the waves toward the speck. As she neared, a shimmering curtain parted to reveal the small island, not more than a mile or so across, with a profusion of trees in the middle and a line of bowed palm trees along the sweep of beach.
In the middle of the white-hot sand stood a dark figure, waiting.
Kal’s heart hammered in triumphant glee at the desperate anticipation she was determined to ignore. She let the boat sail twenty feet from the shore before she commanded the wind to die from her sails.
“Ahoy!” Kal called, putting on her sunglasses. “How about some help?”
Even from this distance she could make out every detail of Sark’s expression, from his thick strong brows to the firm mouth. He hadn’t changed, but then, demons didn’t. Only his hair had grown long and tumbled in a dark mass over his broad shoulders. He wore a pair of cut-off shorts that clung to his muscular thighs and highlighted every muscle of the amazing six-pack rising from the dark curls nestled at the low-slung waistband. Oh no, he hadn’t changed at all.
His night-dark eyes watched her warily as the boat bobbed on the water. A slow smile spread over his face as he drawled, “You always were a tease, Kal.” Then he crooked his finger in a ‘come here’ gesture and the boat jumped, cutting a swath across the waves toward him.
Kal clung to the mast as the boat slid into the sandy beach and came to rest, tilting, half in and half out of the water at Sark’s feet. He offered his hand to help her out. Ignoring it, she jumped in a graceful arc over the side of the boat and landed delicately at his side. The look she gave him was deliberately challenging.
Sark raised an eyebrow. “I see. You’re still mad.”
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