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backfired in her family. She flopped onto the bed and examined her life. Where
had she gone wrong? She’d spent most of her life wishing she hadn’t been born
into the Pearsall line. Hell, she was doomed the moment she’d been brought into
the world thirty years ago. All Pearsall women were.
    The family curse had existed
for centuries from what previous family members told her. Women were never
happy in money or love, although greed and lust ran through the line like a
virus. No one could help themselves.
    The past year was all she could
have dreamed. Things turned around and went in her favor after her carefully
considered decision to invoke her demon. What else could she have done? When
she was with her company, she had always gotten skipped over on promotions. She
rarely even missed time from work, up until Aunt Mimi’s condition had grown worse.
    Soon, Helena discovered it was
hard to maintain a full-time job and care for a sickly woman. She’d started to
burn herself out, mentally and physically. In a way, she was relieved when her
company let her go as a result of tightening their belts, but then the little
bit of money she had coming in had ceased.
    Not even her part-time online
business had picked up. Why did it seem like other people could do anything
they desired and were always successful, and here she busted her ass in an
effort to get things off the ground to no avail?
    It was then that she called
upon Cyn . All the Pearsall women were captives to
their demons, while their male counterparts died young. That was the extent of
the curse. But…there was something more; there just had to be. She felt it deep
in her soul as she recalled the evening she summoned her personal demon.
    The sight of him in his true
demonic form frightened the hell out of her, but the bill collectors had
frightened her even more back then.
    After carefully constructing the
circle, Helena had cut the palm of her hand, allowing the blood to drip into
the chalice. Quickly she added a few roots and herbs.
    Picking up the tome, she
recited her demon’s name. Cynarius , Cynarius , Cynarius . That was all
that was needed. She closed the tome and set it down beside her, contemplating
her demon’s arrival.
    The skin on the back of her
neck tightened and prickled. Soon after, ice-cold fingers crept up her spine.
Helena winced and closed her eyes. Her demon was toying with her, she could tell.
    The cold fingers pinched her
already hardened nipples, and she sucked in a breath. A strong presence
enveloped her as an eerie growl made her heart race in fear. Its breath was hot
on her skin, and she yelped when he gripped the delicate flesh between razor
sharp teeth.
    “ Why have you summoned me?”
    A wicked baritone sounded to
the right of her, making her shiver. This was definitely a bad idea! The demon
was supposed to be on the outside of the circle, yet he sat right next to her.
Damned Pearsall family magic!
      “ You know why?” She shivered again when she felt a clawed
hand grip her curly tresses. The demon jerked her head back so that she was
staring into its gold eyes. It was in true demonic form, yet, she was still
attracted to it.
    “ Don’t play games with me!” the
beast grated out. “What do you desire?” A sly grin forged itself on its
porcelain features. His face was adorned with intricate tribal markings that
seemed to glow in her presence. The fiery pattern wove itself down his neck and
covered half his chest, eventually spiraling down his arm. Black hair dusted
across his wickedly good-looking features, falling well past his collarbone.
    “ I need help with the bills.
I’ve been working my fingers to the bones, and I always come out on the
bottom.”
    The demon laughed. “Hmm. You’ll come out on the bottom when you deal with me.”
It laughed again and tweaked her nipple with a claw. “You’ll always be on the
bottom when I’m having my way with your flesh.”
    “ I’ll do anything.” Helena
wanted to