In a world where supernatural creatures openly exist, who can blame them for coalescing in one of the most fascinating and erotic places on earth? Welcome to New Orleans.

His modus operandi is to feed and leave...
Laurant never repeats a meal. Not that his hors d'oeuvres complain. The incubus enjoys meeting every one of their needs multiple times over, leaving them in a blissfully sated state of mind for days—sometimes weeks—afterward. So, even though Laurant's power is diminishing, why hasn't he sought nourishment these past months since that explosive true feeding in March? For once in his centuries-old life, he realizes he doesn't want just a snack...he wants a mysterious feast.
He has powers and no idea how to use them...
Gun has done his best to stay away from the sexy as hell incubus despite all his taunts and teases. Avoiding the demon was simple at first...but Gun's powers are awakening and they like the sex demon. A lot. Now it isn't so black and white, especially when Laurant focuses all his stimulating attention on helping Gun find his origins. But the once vivacious incubus doesn't appear his lecherous perky self anymore. Gun jealously thought he found sustenance with others, but perhaps not. Maybe Laurant needs him again...and maybe Gun is okay with that...
They just might be on the verge of overcoming all the obstacles in their way...that is until those special three little words are whispered with the strength and magick to tear them apart completely.