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  “If you’re done screwing around with that pussy, can you get me out of here?” His mate demanded.

  He unlocked the cuffs. She sat up slowly and rubbed her wrists. “Pookie, I swear you will never be locked up again.”

  Demona sighed. “Fine. Whatever. Can we get the hell out of here now? I’m starving.”

  Sebastian grinned. “Gladly. What would you like to eat?”

  She ran her fingers over his chest. There was a playful gleam in her eye. “Why, rabbit, of course.”

  “Of course,” he grumbled. Here we go again.

  Epilogue

  Demona stared at the two bundles of joy in their bassinet. Two little girls. What a pair they were going to make once they got older. Already they had their father twisted around their little fingers. But then again, so did she. The twins were identical, with her mocha skin and startling green eyes. Their faces were heart shaped and they were even tempered. Although, around the full moon they got irritated.

  She glanced at her mate. He was relaxing in a hammock outside in the balmy summer breeze. They were deep in the Louisiana bayou. So far in the bayou, they needed a boat when they wanted to get supplies. They were happy with their location. It gave them enough territory to claim for their own and even more for when the girls were grown.

  Her gaze drifted away from Sebastian, as he dozed in the early evening, over to the calendar. It was close to Easter. She thought about the last Easter she had celebrated and shivered. Hopefully, she would never again find herself trapped in a warehouse making bad porn with a panther named Candy. It just wasn’t right. Of course, now that she was thinking about Easter a sudden craving overcame her. It had been a while since she had sunk her teeth into something white and fluffy. Sebastian would bound off into the swamp and find her one if she really wanted it.

  Walking outside, she began to strip, letting her clothes fall to the ground. “Oh, baby. What do we get for the honor of such a glorious body?”

  Demona glanced over to see Clem, the blue-tattooed Grim Reaper, sitting on the other hammock on their porch. She shook her head and smiled. His presence had become commonplace over the last few months. He doted on the twins and left them stuffed Grim Reaper dolls to play with. They loved them. “They’re asleep, so hush.”

  He stuck his tongue out at her. “No worries. I was here to see my wolf man. But I see that he’s sleeping.”

  “I doubt that. I can see him eyeing me right now. Go off and have some fun. See you later, Clem.” She jumped off the front porch and stripped off her pants. Sebastian’s eyes were completely open now. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips.

  “What are you going after now, love?”

  Demona saw movement among the trees. She gave him a wide smile showing her teeth. “Guess.”

  “It has a white fluffy tail and long floppy ears.”

  “Very good. Don’t wait up for me. If you’re good, I might bring you back one of those blonde cheerleaders you like so much.”

  His expression brightened. His hand ran between her breasts and pinched one of her nipples. She gasped. “Promise.”

  Demona gave him a devilish smile. “Only if Big Daddy lets me be on top.”

  “In your dreams, love.”

  She turned and sashayed into the woods. “Then I guess you’re shit out of luck, baby. You can kiss my tail. Oh, by the way. Did I happen to tell you that we’re going to be having puppies again?” She began to run.

  Demona heard Sebastian hit the ground. Let him chew on that for awhile. What she neglected to tell him was their dog was going to have a litter. Not her. But she would reveal that tidbit a little later. After dinner. For now it was time to chase the wraskley wabbit and see where it led her.

  A Note from the Authors

  May your eggs be filled with chocolate crème.

  And your marshmallow Peeps not bite you back when you eat them.

  Never follow a White Rabbit because you never know where he’ll lead you.

  No matter how cute and cuddly he is.

  Happy Easter from the How to Ruin series authors

  Dahlia and Crymsyn

  About the Authors

  Dahlia Rose, bestselling author of contemporary erotica, suspense, and paranormal romance. She was born and raised on a Caribbean island and now currently lives in Charlotte, NC with her four kids whom she affectionately nicknamed “The children of the corn” and her biggest supporter/long time love. She has a love of erotica, dark fantasy, Sci-fi and the things that go bump in the night. Books and writing are her biggest passion and she hopes to open your imagination to the unknown between the pages of her books.

  Crymsyn R. Hart is a bestselling author of erotic romance. Her worlds are filled with luscious vampires, gorgeous gods, quirky witches, and everything else that goes bump in the night.

  Crymsyn worked as a psychic for many years in Boston while attending Emerson College. She graduated with a BFA in Writing, Literature, & Publishing. When she gets bored, she sneaks away to local cemeteries and coffee shops to find peace and quiet. Granted, graveyards might be a great place for the dead, but she still has to listen to their chattering. It can get annoying when all you want to do is write, but she can tell you quite a ghost story. Crymsyn shares her life with a small zoo a playful puppy and her hubby Mark. If you come after dark, you’re more then likely to find her snuggled up with a gory horror movie, or a bloody vampire movie.