The Devil's Triangle Book Novels & Stories

And for a minute, I just sit there, glaring at the ceiling like it owes me rent. Then, I glance to my right. And there it is. The only good thing about today. Devil’s Muse. A thick, absolutely sinful romance novel I pulled from the stack of books Janet got from the hospital library. The kind that has zero shame and maximum plot twists. The kind that doesn’t ask me to heal or forgive myself or do the inner work. No. This book asks me to shut up and watch the enemies-to-lovers pair absolutely ruin each other emotionally and then physically—with very vivid, very illegal levels of detail.

** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Silver and Jolene’s story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Viking’ (The Road Devils MC #3), Viking and Iris’ story, is the next book in the series and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

The weird dream I had had not answered that question at all, all I knew was that this book was connected to Azazel in some way. It hit me like a hard wall in a few seconds as the memory of turning on my laptop came to mind, The Devil's Bible. I had a bad feeling that this was -- my train of thoughts were put to a full halt by a voice and I was immediately pulled back to reality, back to work where my mind was supposed to be.

It was as if the book had formed a face that had no eyes or mouth but dents of them in a sculpture-like figure that indicated they were there. The face smiled at me and the book closed itself. The face popped on the cover of the book and looked at me. The book then floated in the air and eyed from head to toe with a stinky look. "'Who dares open the Gem of Alizon?!"' The words were loud and echoic, pretty dramatic. But I wasn't impressed. "Elliot Vile, the devil of the twentieth century," I answered, getting an immediate reply. "'What does the Devil seek in his Gem?"'

END OF BOOK TWO —Book threes title is Escaping The Devil. You can find it on my profile now! Thank you for reading the series. KL x

“But not the devil.” I smile a little, in spite of everything. “You're not the devil, Tristan.” “You’re right, Andrea,” he says with a soft chuckle. “Maybe I’m not the devil.” He lets the words sit for a moment before adding, quieter, “Maybe I’m worse.”

So against all her better judgment and her brain that was telling her to get out of the car, Audrey took his hand. She didn’t know this at the time, but this was the moment that started it all. She had made a deal with the devil. * * * - - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

Attention: This book is the direct continuation of the book "Protected by the Devil", be sure to read the other book first. Thank you! ~~~ It was as if I was looking into the eyes of death. The place didn't have the smell or the heat of hell. It was strangely normal. Like an autumn afternoon in the human world. It wasn't cold, but it was windy, and it wasn't heated, although an orange light appeared between the clouds in what could be a late afternoon.