Wicked Fantasy

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“Paranormal romance filled with humor and sex . . . and with the right touch of suspense . . . Action-packed. Readers will enjoy this wicked tale and look forward to novels starring Eric's siblings, a demon and an immortal warrior, that will surely sparkle with fun.”—
Midwest Book Review

“Intriguing.”—
The Eternal Night

 

... and the novels of
Nina Bangs

“Sinfully delicious.”—Christina Dodd

“The key to Ms. Bangs's clever . . . novels is the cast never does what the reader expects. [She] combines vampires, time travel, and . . . amusing romance that will lead the audience to read it in one enchanting bite.”

—
Midwest Book Review

“Bangs puts a . . . darkly brooding hero together with a stubborn heroine; adds an amusing cast of secondary characters . . . and then mixes in several different paranormal elements and equal measures of passion and humor to create . . . [a] wonderfully creative, utterly unique romance.”—
Booklist

“A witty, charming, sexy read.”—Christine Feehan

“Sensuous and funny . . . A true winner.”—
Romantic Times

“A sizzling story . . . With steamy love scenes and touching characters, Ms. Bangs brings readers into her world and sends them away well satisfied with the power of love.”

—Karen Steele

 

“I know I can always count on Nina Bangs for an exceptional read! A pure stroke of genius.”—
The Best Reviews

WICKED NIGHTS
WICKED PLEASURE
WICKED FANTASY

 

 

 

MEN AT WORK
(
with Janelle Denison and MaryJanice Davidson
)

 

SURF'S UP
(
with MaryJanice Davidson and Janelle Denison
)

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WICKED FANTASY
A Berkley Sensation Book / published by arrangement with the author
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Berkley Sensation mass-market edition / May 2007

Copyright © 2007 by Nina Bangs.

 

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Prologue

“You are
so
burnt toast without butter, hot bod.” Sparkle Stardust aimed her most ferocious-but-still-sexy glare at the man leaning his hip against her candy counter. And a spectacular hip it was, attached to an equally yummy torso topped off by broad muscular shoulders beneath his white T-shirt.

The grim reaper tattoo on his right bicep was a cool touch that added to his whole dangerous-dude image. Sparkle loved dangerous men.

Too bad he had scrambled eggs for brains. “Question to self: Who in their right mind would
dare
insult me to my face?” Sparkle tapped her chin with one perfect nail, rolled her eyes to the top of her head, and pursed her lips in fake thought. “Um, no one with the sense of a beetle.”

“You have no idea who I am.” His glance was dark defiance.

“Damn right. I don't have a
clue
who you are. I just know the Big Boss sent you here to learn at the totally perfect knee of the best. That would be me, the
undisputed
number one at creating sexual chaos throughout all of humanity.” Why the hell had the Big Boss sent her someone with a big, fat attitude? Deimos might have been a little immature, but he'd at least been malleable.

Stupid Guy's smile was slow and sensual, almost as sexy as hers. But beneath the smile something shadowy lurked, something that chilled her. Sparkle frowned.

“I've been a cosmic troublemaker for a lot of years, lady, and I don't need anyone to teach me about erotic energy.” He leaned closer. “Or its uses.” His amber eyes set off little squiggles inside her that usually only did their thing with Mede. “I sort of resent that the Big Boss sent me here for training. How hard can messing with humans' sex lives be?”

Rage darkened his eyes. He might sound almost playful, but the eyes didn't lie. This guy was trouble. What a waste. His lips were made for kissing every inch of a female body, and his thick tawny hair begged for a woman's fingers. He had a lot to live for, but he was definitely working on a death wish.

“So beautiful . . .” Huge fake sigh. Sparkle did regretful sighs well. Okay, so she did everything well. “So dumb. Let's get things straight. You were sent here to take the place of Deimos—who had an unfortunate obsession with action heroes—because I'm simply the best at creating wicked sexual situations. So are you up for being mentored or not?”

“I'm up for lots of things, but being mentored isn't one of them.” He lowered his thick lashes and gripped that luscious lower lip between perfect white teeth. He glanced down in case she couldn't figure out what part of him was “up” for lots of things.

“Then you can leave.” Where did he get off thinking he could compete with her, the woman who'd reigned as the queen of sex, sin, and seduction in the cosmic troublemaker world for thousands of years?

His gaze turned thoughtful. “You think you're so great, then how about a little contest, hmm? I bet you're working on a project right now.”

“Contest?” The whole concept of “contest” was foreign to Sparkle. She'd been at the top of the sexual heap for so long that it never occurred to her there might be other troublemakers who thought they were good enough to take her place. Well, beating up on this jerk might be amusing. “What're the stakes?”

His shrug was casual, but Sparkle didn't miss the gleam of battle in his eyes. He'd probably cheat. She certainly intended to. Not that she
needed
to. Ever. But cheating was fun.

“Here's the deal. Whichever one of us hooks up a happy couple first gets to mentor the loser. And this can't be one night of sex and out. Too easy. To win, you have to prove your couple is having an ongoing sexual relationship.” His smile promised she'd enjoy any lessons he taught her.

Under different circumstances, she'd be tempted to explore possibilities with him. Not this time, though. He probably thought he was manipulating her, but he'd learn soon enough that you didn't bait Sparkle Stardust and survive to brag about it. “Sure. Why not?” She allowed herself a small secret smile. “In fact, I have the perfect twosome for you. I was going to tackle them myself once I hooked up the people I'm working on now. But hey, if you're as good as you think, you won't even break a sweat.”

“Uh-huh. Details?” He looked suspicious, as well he should.

“A wereshark is working in the Castle of Dark Dreams. Banan . . . Remind me to find out his last name when I see him. Anyway, he doesn't have a mate.” Sparkle hoped her smile didn't look as sinister as it felt. “He's just a good old boy looking for some love. And lucky Banan, Destiny Moya just checked in. She's into fish. They're perfect for each other.”

His expression said he figured there were a few things she wasn't telling him.

Sparkle jumped in with a question before he could ask for more info about Banan and fish-woman. “So what should I call you, Mr. Tall, Delish, and Delusional?”

It was his turn to frown. “Didn't the Big Boss send my résumé to you?”

“Nope.” Now why would the Big Boss choose to keep things from her? Sparkle didn't think for a minute that he'd forgotten about the résumé, because the Big Boss remembered everything, including how many times each troublemaker cursed him each day. “Tell me about yourself.”

“Edge. No last name. Guess you don't need to know who I was, just what I'm going to be—the mentor to Sparkle Stardust.” Grinning, he pushed away from the counter and walked to the door. “By the way, you have a nice setup here. With the candy store right next to a theme park dedicated to adult fantasies, you must get lots of . . . business.”

“Edge? What's with the über alpha name? And yes, Live the Fantasy supplies me with lots of customers.” All so sadly lacking in satisfying sex lives. “I just expanded my operation. I opened a small club in the park's most popular attraction, the Castle of Dark Dreams. Stop by for a drink when you need something to dull the agony of defeat.”

His quick smile acknowledged her hit. “You have no idea how much of an über alpha guy I am. Don't underestimate me. I sure won't underestimate you, even with the Sparkle Stardust thing going on.” His smile widened. “By the way, the nail color's chipped on your big toe.”

Sparkle didn't even notice when he left because she was staring down in horror at the toe exposed for all to see by her strappy Jimmy Choo sandals. Damn. She'd just put that color on last night.