Scarlett Hale was not in a good mood. As one of the elite, a Protector led by the mysterious Order, her job, her raison detre, was to keep the streets of New Orleans safe from the nasty demon spawns. It had been three years and Logan Richards still haunted her thoughts, distracting her. Memories of tight blue jeans, covering a to-die-for butt, and hot summer nights, filled with hotter sex, were going to get her killed if she couldnt find some way to deal with them. Demon hunters didnt survive very long if they couldnt keep focused.

She never expected to run into Logan again, not after all this time. Finding out her ex-lover was her new partner, and mysteriously reanimated from death, are not things that a girl handles well under the most normal of circumstances. But, dead or alive, Logan made her shiver and shake with want, with heat. And she didnt care if this yearning, this need, damned her for eternity.

She wasnt about to give it up without one hell of a fight