Sunlight’s Kiss is up now available at Amazon and Bookstrand. This is book 2 in the Demon Runners of Unearth series and if you like dark and sexy, this should be right up your alley.
Blurb –
When a man of ice meets a lady of LightâŠ
Like a common criminal, the good girl librarian is thrust into the harsh realm of Limbo with nothing more than the clothes on her back. Alone with no knowledge of why sheâs been banished, Calysta has nowhere to go and no one to turn to. She wants nothing more than answers and peace until a gruff, sexy as sin, male gives her a taste of the real world.
Cyril, loner and demon hunter, is sent to track and detain an unknown misfit. Filled with suspicion, the last thing he expects to find is an amber-eyed beauty tattered and unconscious. Thereâs no denying when he discovers her true nature that she sparks a desire like heâs never known. And how much trouble could one sweet, sexy librarian cause?
When danger haunts Calysta, Cyril will stop at nothing to keep her safe. But whatâll happen when his only ally is a sworn enemy?

Excerpt-
âIâm fine.â
âNo youâre not. Youâre wearing a plastic smile. You might as well be pouting. Youâre unhappy. Tell me whatâs wrong.â He wanted her to tell him so he could fix it. Yep, there was more of that stuff those dreams were made of.
âI am pouting. Iâm bored. Iâm stressed. I have no idea whatâs going on or how long whatever it is will continue. Comfort-wise this island is a million steps above Limbo. I have excellent company and every luxury I could ask for. Youâve shown me pleasures Iâd given up hope of ever experiencing. I have everything except answers. Iâm still in Limbo.â
âIf you could go anywhere or do anything right now, what would you do?â He came to stand at her back and trailed a fingertip up the curve of her upper arm. A soft nuzzle brushed the back of her ear. His efforts at soothing her werenât working.
She let out a broken laugh. âIâd love nothing more than to simply experience life. As long as I can remember Iâve been the good girl and done nothing except what Iâve been told. And now that Iâm away from home, I canât enjoy it.
âIâm sorry. You donât deserve this. Youâve done nothing but go out of your way to take care of me. Youâve tried to make this bearable and all Iâve done is complain and dump on you. You must be tired of it, of me, by now.â A perfectly balmy breezed blew a strand of hair into her face. She tucked it behind her ear when really she felt like taking handfuls of the stuff and yanking it out.
âNo. Youâre wrong, very wrong. This is the easiest and most pleasurable job Iâve ever had.â He kissed the curve of her shoulder, but that didnât take the sting out of his words. She tried to make herself thankful that heâd said it. She needed another reminder thatâs all she was to him, a job. She wasnât much more than one of the rogues he tracked. Sure, she was prettier, but that was the only thing she had going for her. She couldnât let herself forget what she was.
She pulled away and paced. He followed and waited where the path met the sand.
âThatâs my point exactly. Iâm nothing but a burden or a job or a troublemaker. I just want to be me!â She turned and flung her hand. Equal parts pain and pleasure began in her heart, swelled, and raced through her shoulder and down her arm. Amber light shot from her palm and struck the base of a palm tree. With a thunderous boom, the base exploded into a storm of splinters. Frozen by shock, she stood and stared as the top half came crashing down directly over Cyrilâs head.
âNo!â In a panic, she put both hands out in a stopping motion. The treeâs remains stopped midair.
Cyril seemed as stunned as she felt. He just stood there, staring.
âMove!â Dear gods make him move. She didnât know what she was doing. She hadnât known she could levitate objects, let alone how long she could hold something so big. Sheâd die if she hurt Cyril.
Cyril blinked, shook his head as if clearing a haze from his mind, and then disappeared. Then he stood directly behind her, with his front touching her back. She was so rattled her teeth chattered and not even the reassuring warmth of his touch settled her.
âItâs okay. You did good. Iâm okay. Letâs see if we can set this downââwith a loud crash the tree dropped like a stone on the lounge chairs, smashing them bothââgently.â
With her pulse racing and her muscles quaking, she threw herself into the only safe place she had, his arms. Then she burst into tears.
âWhat am I?â
âNot what. Who. You are Calysta, youâre my Caly. Weâll get this figured out soon. Okay?â Firm, steady strokes rubbed up and down her back in a soothing rhythm.
âNo, Iâm your charge, your duty. Iâm a task to be marked off your list at the earliest convenience.â
âBullshit. You are so much more than anyone has ever given you credit for. This is your opportunity to prove it. Baby, you can set the worlds on fire. This is your chance to blow your mother away and show her you are so much more than an obedient little daughter. As for me? Iâm not your warden, Iâm your slave. IâIâd do anything for you.â
âThen let me go. You said I canât jump realms with the anklos on, right?â
âAh. Yeah, I said that bââ
âThen remove it. Let me go.â
âI wish I could, but itâs not safe. I wonât release you to an unknown danger. Something is hunting you.â
âYouâll keep me safe just so I can wither away in a pretty prison? How can I set the worlds on fire in a fucking prison? Please donât make me beg.â What did it matter? She had no pride. She had nothing that wasnât given to her. A tight ball of frustration gathered and fisted beneath her sternum.
She flattened her palms on his chest and pushed with all her might and stumbled, almost falling into his lap. What the hell?
Heâd landed on his ass in the sand. What was going on? This was Cyril. He was a brick wall. He was an immortal, a Runner for godsâ sake, and sheâd knocked him on his ass?