MySoultoSave (31 page)
Authors: S W Vaughn
“Got it.” Blue held up a small white bag, presumably
containing glitter body spray. Grinning, she swept across the room and tossed
the bag on the table next to the mirror. “You are
never
gonna guess
who’s out there now.”
Logan bit her lip and told herself that queasy feeling in
her stomach would go away before the ceremony. She knew the band’s new manager
had invited every A-list musician and celebrity he could scrounge addresses
for, and Blue had been regaling her all morning with a blow-by-blow of the arriving
guests. With every big name, her nerves had frayed a little more.
The sudden fame had unnerved her. She just wanted to sing.
But if celebrity status meant she could reach more people through her music,
she’d have to deal with it.
“Go on, guess!” Blue was practically vibrating.
“Johnny Depp?”
“Better.” Blue’s grin widened. “Ozzy and Sharon.”
Logan drew an involuntary breath. “You mean Osbourne?
That
Ozzy and Sharon?”
“Yep.”
“Ohmygod,” she said in a rush. And she hadn’t thought her
heart could beat any faster. Legendary musicians were coming to see
her
.
It was unreal. She swallowed a few times and forced a slanted smile across her
face. “Does that mean Johnny’s not coming?”
“Who is Johnny, and why should
he
be coming when I am
not?”
The deep voice rumbled from the open doorway and melted
Logan’s jitters, along with a few other unmentionable parts. She turned with an
actual smile and beheld her husband-to-be, leaning against the door frame with
crossed arms and a mock scowl that didn’t reach his sparkling green eyes.
Damn, he was sexy in black. It really brought out the demon
in him.
“Jaeryth!” Blue said sharply. “You’re not supposed to see
the bride before the wedding. It’s bad luck. Get out of here.”
Jaeryth frowned. “I will not,” he said. “I’ve had enough of
people following me about and throwing themselves at me. I want to see my
wife.”
“Almost wife.” Still smiling, Logan glanced at Blue. “Can
you give us a few minutes?”
Blue let out an exasperated breath. “Fine. Don’t blame me if
it rains all over the reception, or Freddy Krueger pops out of the wedding
cake.” She smirked and gave Logan a quick hug. “Make him behave,” she said. “I
can’t run out and get you another dress.”
“He will.”
“That is what you think,” Jaeryth said with a wicked grin.
When Blue flounced out, Jaeryth closed the door and crossed
the room in long strides, then grabbed her and bestowed a searing kiss. “I’ve
missed you,” he murmured against her lips.
“Yeah. It’s been, like, hours,” she managed after she caught
her breath. With just a kiss, he could do things to her insides that should
drop her dead on the spot—and she loved every second of it. She wrapped her
arms around his waist and smirked up at him. “What are you going to do when I’m
on tour?”
“I will go with you.”
“And when I’m onstage?”
“I’ll be there too.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Yes.” He flashed another heated smile. “And we will make
love before ten thousand screaming mortals, so they know that you’re mine.”
She laughed. “Be careful, Jaeryth. You’re going to tarnish
that shiny new soul of yours.”
“Oh, I intend to.” He held her closer, and his hands slipped
down to places they definitely shouldn’t go right now. “By the time I’m
finished with it, this soul will be blacker than the depths of Hell. You have
no idea what I plan to do with you, my love. Starting with this.” He brushed
his fingertips down the latticed cord that held the corset closed across her
breasts, and a delicious shiver worked down her spine. “I can hardly wait to
unwrap this perfect gift.”
“Gift?” Logan raised an eyebrow. “If I’m giving you these,
what do I get?”
He smiled, and her world stopped. “My heart,” he whispered.
“And my soul. Forever.”
“I can live with that,” she said huskily.
He kissed her again. At once, all of her worries about
little things like clothes, ceremonies and celebrities vanished. She could
handle anything the world threw at her, with Jaeryth to keep her going. And
best of all, Hell could never touch him—either of them—again.
They had the key to heaven right here on earth. And that key
was love.
About the Author
S.W. Vaughn lives in scenic, temperate (in other words,
bloody cold) central New York, with her husband, son, sister, two nephews,
twelve cats, one dog and assorted wildlife. She drinks a lot of coffee and
doesn’t wear socks. She has been failing to learn Japanese for several years.
First and foremost, Vaughn is a writer. In addition, she has
also held the following fascinating jobs: McSlave™, gas station attendant,
department secretary (don’t ask what department), parking lot watcher, really
bad waitress, shuttle bus rider counter, glass bottle sorter, door-to-door
perfume salesperson, newspaper assembler, spin doctor, editor and freelance
chauffeur.
Vaughn publishes in several genres. Most of them are
paranormal, and all of them favor the dark side. However, she’s a really nice
person. Honest.
S.W. welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
website and email addresses on her
author bio page
at
www.ellorascave.com
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