Prince of Demons
Demon’s Mark II
Nora Ash
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Content Advisory
This is a dark fantasy romance. It contains graphic violence, including scenes of skull-crushing, brain consumption, and general demonic brutality.
There is also (non-penetrative) assault not perpetrated by the hero. While Kesh is violently protective and never harms the heroine, the world she’s trapped in before he finds her is not kind—and parts of her journey are disturbing and traumatic.
Summary
She came to sell her soul.
He wants to ruin her body first.
Georgia has spent her life running from demons. But when her brother is dying and no cure can save him, she has no choice but to strike a deal with the monster all others fear.
The bargain was meant to be simple: her soul in exchange for her brother's life.
But Demon Prince Kesh has other plans.
She will be marked.
She will be trained.
She will be bred.
Sentenced to a future as a Breeder, Georgia is meant for another demon's bed. Kesh is only meant to prepare her—subdue her, awaken her body, make her submission absolute—then auction her off and return to his war.
But Fate has other plans.
One taste of her, and hard-won discipline unravels. She is warmth. She is hunger. She is everything he was never meant to have.
And if he can't give her up, he won't just lose his throne...
He'll bring Hell itself to their door.
An intense dark paranormal romance with a touch-hungry demon prince, high fantasy stakes, and a heroine who refuses to break. For fans of steamy power-play, emotional ruin, and fate-marked mates.
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Contents
About Nora Ash
Summary
Get in touch
1. Georgia
2. Georgia
3. Georgia
4. Georgia
5. Georgia
6. Kesh
7. Georgia
8. Kesh
9. Georgia
10. Kesh
11. Kesh
12. Georgia
13. Kesh
14. Georgia
15. Kesh
16. Kesh
17. Georgia
18. Georgia
19. Kesh
20. Georgia
21. Kesh
22. Georgia
23. Kesh
24. Georgia
25. Kesh
26. Georgia
27. Kesh
28. Kirigan
29. Georgia
30. Kirigan
31. Georgia
32. Kesh
33. Kesh
34. Georgia
35. Kesh
36. Kesh
37. Kesh
38. Georgia
39. Georgia
40. Georgia
41. Georgia
42. Georgia
43. Kesh
44. Kesh
45. Georgia
46. Kirigan
47. Georgia
48. Georgia
49. Kesh
50. Georgia
51. Kesh
Epilogue
Kirigan
Thoughts? Feelings? Horny devastation?
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Georgia
“Your brother is dying.”
Those were the words that ended Georgia’s world.
She stared at her mom’s drawn face, the pale skin taut on her too-prominent features. She'd hardly slept, hardly eaten in the month since Larry’s hospitalization. Georgia had done her best to care for her mom while she coped with the news of Larry’s aggressive cancer, but there was only so much she could do to ease her mother’s life while her youngest child went through chemo with a less than five percent chance of survival.
And now, even that small ray of light had been extinguished.
Georgia clutched her hands in her lap as her mother sank down on the waiting-room chair next to her and buried her face in her palms. She didn’t cry—she hadn’t since the diagnosis—but Georgia knew she was quietly breaking apart from the inside.
She knew, because she was, too.
He was only nineteen years old. Nineteen, and so full of life and light. How could something so horrible as cancer take away the kindest, brightest person in a hundred mile radius?
How was that fair? How was that right?
“How long?” she asked, voice soft despite the urge to scream until she blacked out.
“They think maybe two weeks, if we’re lucky,” her mom said, voice muffled by her hands. “I need to call Mike. I just…”
“I’ll do it,” Georgia said, mostly because if she didn’t do something, she would give in to the rage and grief, and her mom didn’t need that.
Her mother's voice was a hoarse whisper of exhaustion. "Thank you."
The sunset was cruelly beautiful. It lit up the autumn sky in a tapestry of golden orange, reds and purples while Georgia walked back and forth across the small strip of grass outside the hospital’s western wing, listening to Larry’s dad go through all the stages of grief on the other end of her cellphone.
“Larry asked us not to tell you, Mike,” she said as gently as she could as he cussed and roared. “He didn’t want you to worry. He was sure he would beat it.” Her brother, an optimist until the end. Even when the doctors had given him his diagnosis and the grim chances for survival, he’d smiled at her and told her he’d beat the odds and not to worry.
