Dusk Avenger (Flirting with Monsters #3) - Eva Chase Page 0,111

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Dark Champion (Flirting with Monsters #4)

When life hands you demons, it’s time to make a little destruction.

I thought I wanted to know what I was. Now that I’ve discovered the answers aren’t so pretty, it turns out there are no take-backs.

The most powerful monsters in existence fear this one mortal thief. Unfortunately, that means they’re set on stamping out my existence. The demon who was my strongest ally has been caught in the middle, his freedom and his life on the line.

And that’s before we get into the genocidal psycho who’s about to unleash a catastrophe that could destroy both our worlds all by itself.

I have my work cut out for me, even with my monstrous lovers by my side. Can I become the champion of my darkness, or will it consume me instead?

Either way, it’s going to be one hell of a ride.

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Cruel Magic excerpt

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An academy full of villains. A defiant young woman who's just discovered her magic. Four hot, arrogant men determined to break her. Who will surrender first? Find out in the Royals of Villain Academy series! Here’s a sneak peek inside the first book, Cruel Magic.

CRUEL MAGIC

1

If I’d known my parents would be dead in an hour, I’d have done a few things differently that Sunday morning. Made sure to fit in a hug or two. Offered at least one “I love you.” And not dredged up the same old argument we’d been having for the last half a year, which didn’t end up mattering anyway.

But I didn’t know, so I took what appeared to be my moment. The three of us were sitting around the square white table in the breakfast nook just off the kitchen, warm California sunlight streaming through the broad windows. Dad was finishing up his French toast and eggs equally drenched in syrup, a contented smile curling his lips. Mom poured herself another cup of coffee and inhaled the steam with a pleased sigh.

I dabbed my last corner of toast in the runny yolk left on my plate and washed it down with a gulp of my own bitter coffee. “I was looking at the listings online,” I said. “There are a few apartments not too far from here that I can afford.”

Mom let out a very different sort of sigh and gave me a look full of fond exasperation. “We’ve talked about this, Lorelei. You should be saving that money for your future.”

She only pulled out my full name when she intended to end the conversation. I barreled onward. “I’ve really appreciated having the basement. You know that. But I just turned nineteen. Isn’t my future supposed to be starting now?”

The first time I’d brought up the idea of moving out, they’d offered me the small basement apartment they’d been using for storage as a compromise. But the whole point had been to get a little independence, and it was hard to feel like an adult with my parents literally over my head. After being homeschooled most of my life, now that I was attending a few classes at the local college—and seeing how my classmates lived—it was becoming more and more obvious that I had to make a real break if I was going to figure out my future for myself.

Unfortunately, while I was making more than enough to cover rent and the rest, an artist with no credit history didn’t look like the safest bet to potential landlords. To get a lease, I was going to need Mom or Dad to sign on as a guarantor. Which meant, somehow or other, I had to convince them it was a good idea.

Dad leaned his elbows onto the table. “You know the drill,” he said with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Pros and cons. Go.”

We’d been playing that game whenever I’d proposed something my parents weren’t sold on since I was seven years old. I’d like to think I was pretty good at it by now.

“Pros,” I said, ticking off fingers as I went. “It’d be an important transitional step to becoming