Cover Reveal and Excerpt: Deal With The Devil by Lark Taylor

We are so pleased to be able to share the cover for Lark Taylor's Deal With The Devil which releases on February 1st!

From the blurb:

When you make a deal with a devil, you must prepare to face the consequences…


I’ve loved and lost once before, and it nearly destroyed me.

One might think I’d be scared to try again, but since discovering the existence of fated mates, I’ve waited on tenterhooks for mine to appear.

Fate, apparently, is content to keep me in suspense.

When a nervous human brokers a deal to find his brother, I can’t refuse. My tracking days are over, but there’s something about River that makes me want to get back in the game. Besides, it’ll be a good distraction from waiting for my dream guy.

It quickly becomes clear that River isn’t all he seems. And even worse…I can’t deny the attraction between us. But can I go there when I can’t promise River forever?


I’ve always been a liar…but this might be the most dangerous lie I’ve ever told.

Making a deal with a son of Lucifer to track my brother is a bad idea. Especially since he currently holds the number one spot on Mori’s hit list.

I’m asking for trouble.

But I’m out of options. Blaise’s death creeps closer every day, and despite his past misdeeds, I have to save him. Even if it means pretending to be a human, when I’m anything but.

The more time Mori and I spend together, the harder it is to hide my true identity. How can I when he’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner?

There’s no point dreaming of a future with Mori. Even if he forgives my deception, he has a fated mate out there somewhere.

And it isn’t me.

Deal With The Devil is an exhilarating, forced-proximity M/M paranormal romance with a HEA and no cliff-hanger. It is the third book in The Reckless Damned series, which is best enjoyed in order due to the overarching plot. Each book focuses on a different couple and will have a HEA. 



“Save it,” I snapped. “I’m so pissed at you now, I can’t even think straight, let alone talk about it.”

Mori nodded slowly before kicking off his shoes. His shirt followed, pooling to the floor and revealing the soft fuzz covering his chest and abs. Fuck him for looking so good even when I was mad at him.

“Come on,” he tilted his head towards the ring.

“What?” I replied, thoroughly distracted by his half nakedness. 

“You said you’re too angry to talk,” he said conversationally before climbing up onto the canvas and ducking between the ropes. “So let’s not talk. Let’s fight it out.”

I stared at him. “You can’t be serious.”

He leaned his head from side to side, cracking his neck. “I am.”

“You want me to come up there and fight you?”

He crooked a finger at me, beckoning me forward as a dangerous grin split his face. “Yes. Unless you’re scared of losing.”

Oh it was so fucking on. 

 Like me, Mori hadn’t bothered to wrap his hands or don gloves. Fuck, the thought of his knuckles being bare while we sparred should not be turning me on this much. Something told me he wouldn’t hold back, which was good, because I wouldn’t either.

He was bouncing on his toes and stretching out his arms as I ducked under the ropes. His hair was pulled back in a tight bun. That was a shame. 

Because I could use that against him. Not because I liked the feel of it between my fingers.

Bad River.

My attention lingered on his bare chest and a thought occurred to me. My own shirt was sweat sodden thanks to the exercise I’d gotten in before Mori’s arrival. Cool air hit my skin as I shed the material, chucking it onto the floor outside the ring. 

Satisfaction purred in my chest as Mori’s eyes darkened with hunger. His hands twitched at his sides like he was fighting himself to not reach out and touch me.

Good. If I was going to be distracted by having his ridiculous physique on display, it was only fair I did the same to him.

He cleared his throat, attention still on my chest as he settled awkwardly into a defensive stance. Stupid demon, was he really going to go easy on me?

“Ready?” Mori asked.

I frowned, my gaze floating over his shoulder. “What’s that?”

I had to fight a chuckle as Mori spun around, leaving his back unprotected. Poor demon. I was about to destroy him.

With a swift kick to his knee, he fell forward with a surprised grunt. Before he could catch himself, I took out the other knee before leaping onto his back.

The momentum had us both careening to the canvas, the sound loud in the quiet room. Not giving Mori a chance to recover, I looped my arm around his neck, pinning him in a chokehold.

“I thought this was supposed to be a fight,” I said conversationally, as Mori struggled and cursed under my grip. “Are you holding back or are you genuinely looking to get your arse kicked?”

Mori stilled and gave a low chuckle.

Then my arm was no longer around his neck, and I was whirling through the air.

Now it was me pinned to the canvas, Mori’s arm a hard bar across my throat. His eyes were feral as he grinned at me. “What were you saying?”

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