Eva Tennant, like everyone at The Aegis, hates demons. But she loves her job as Deputy Spokesperson for the global demon-slaying organization, and she’s excited to be in the running for Chief Spokesperson. All she has to do is not screw up the two-week exchange program with The Aegis’s rival agency, the Demon Activity Response Team. But things go horribly wrong when a murder turns her into a fugitive from justice and puts a demonic target on her back.
Logan, son of the Horseman of the Apocalypse known as Death, has dedicated his life to fighting demons alongside his colleagues at DART. He loves fighting, females, and his pet hellhound, Cujo. What he doesn’t love is The Aegis, whose leadership attempted to slaughter him at birth. Understandably, he balks when he’s ordered to protect an Aegis Guardian responsible for the deaths of his friends. Really, he’d rather feed her to Cujo.
But when an old enemy rises from the ashes, Eva and Logan find themselves giving into temptation even as they sacrifice the things…and people…they love the most.
Larissa Ione is one of the first paranormal authors I’ve read and one of the reasons I became an author. Coming back to the world of demons, angels, and broken promises was like coming home. Legacy of Temptation was a whirlwind of heat, chemistry, and worldbuilding that blew the doors off of my expectations. I need a Logan in my life and I loved, LOVED, Eva. I screamed at a few familiar characters and broke down alongside a few more. Legacy of Temptation is a 10 star read from me and only the beginning. I am on the edge of my seat as to what this next generation can do and what they’ve already been through. I cannot wait! Larissa, you have a winner here! Welcome home!”– NYT Bestselling author Carrie Ann Ryan
“Ione’s acerbic wit, imaginative, vivid world, and larger-than-life uberalpha heroes make for a thrilling, fun, paranormal romp.” – USA TODAY
Excerpt
Relief sapped Eva’s strength, and she sank heavily on the couch. She just needed a minute to catch her breath. Up until now, it had been pretty easy to forget that Logan wasn’t a normal guy and this wasn’t a normal situation.
Coming face to face with one of Hell’s most vicious creatures was a hardcore reminder that she wasn’t in Kansas anymore. She glanced around, needing to be grounded in something normal. Anything.
The bow and quiver of arrows hanging from pegs on the wall were pretty normal. Exquisitely crafted, but normal.
So was the stuffed lion on the shelf. Although the contrast of a deadly weapon and a child’s toy next to each other was odd. Seemed fitting for Logan, though. He was a warrior, confident and powerful. And yet, he had a funny, tender side and a fierce love for those in his inner circle.
It made her wonder about his childhood, especially because everything she’d learned about his parents had been less than complimentary. A father who was responsible for thousands of years of atrocities and the murders of countless Aegi. A mother who betrayed The Aegis and facilitated the deaths of her colleagues. How could two people like that raise someone like Logan?
Shaking her head, she got herself together and got moving. She showered, dressed in a casual blue and turquoise sun dress and jeweled sandals, and then, as she rummaged through her things for her comms device, Logan showed up.
His boots tread lightly across the concrete floor and throw rugs, and she tossed her tote aside onto the bed as he stepped through the bedroom doorway. Holy…wow. He’d stolen her breath from the moment she’d seen him and every time after, including now.
At well over six feet of lean muscle, he was so damned hot in tan cargos and a black button-down that her nipples tingled in echo of how he’d taken them in his mouth last night.
“Hey.” She tried to play it cool, as if she didn’t feel any morning-after awkwardness. “I don’t suppose you know where my comms unit is?”
“Sorry,” he said. “DART kept it. But if you need to contact anyone, you can use mine.”
Of course she could use his. All conversations would be recorded. She hated the truth of that, and she hated that by bringing up DART, Logan had dropped them back into the real world so abruptly.
“Thank you. I might call my parents later.” She gestured toward the living room. “And thank you for breakfast. I met Cujo when I took the dishes to the kitchen.”
One blond eyebrow arched. “Everything go okay?”
“I don’t think he likes me, but I’m still alive, so I guess that’s a win.” She fidgeted with her pinky ring, needing some way to diffuse the nervous energy eating at her like acid. “Did you get some sleep? I didn’t notice you coming to bed.”
“I checked in on you when we got back a couple of hours ago, but I didn’t want to wake you, so I slept in the spare bedroom.”
Disappointment left a sinking sensation in her belly. She had no idea why, since what he’d done was considerate as all hell. But what if there was another reason he’d slept elsewhere? What if he was done with her now that they’d had sex? Or worse, what if he’d spent the night with that trollop in the genie bottle?
And when did she turn into the jealous type? She’d never been that way. Not ever.
This guy was making her spin out of control, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. Or maybe she liked it too much.
Definitely too much spinning.
“Okay, well—“ she broke off as he tugged her against him. One second he’d been on the other side of the room, and the next he was holding her in his arms and kissing her senseless.
He tasted like toothpaste and a hint of mocha.
“That,” he said roughly as he broke off and stepped back, “was because I don’t do morning-after awkwardness. I don’t treat females like they were just a lay, and I don’t treat sex like it was nothing. Even if we never hook up again, know that I didn’t just use you and throw you away, okay?”
Good…God. She’d dated a lot. She really had. Mostly nothing serious, and she hadn’t slept with all her dates, but she’d been around the block enough to know that Logan wasn’t your average guy. Again she wondered how someone raised by one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse and an Aegis traitor, someone whose DNA was at least a quarter demon, be so…charming and thoughtful?
“But,” he said, his voice becoming grave, “We play for opposite teams, and I’ve told you far more than I should. Don’t screw me over, Eva.”
