I've really enjoyed Ms Devereaux's first Demon Allure book. The Demons themselves are at heart a sexy and loving race looking for a peaceful life away from those who wish to control them
Sensuality rating: Explicit
--The Romance Studio
From the Inside Flap
They weren't there to kill her, at least not right away. She had enough time for a flash of horror before darkness closed in.
That was the last thing she remembered until men hauled her roughly to her feet and half carried, half dragged her out of an unfamiliar room. None of them said a word. There were far too many of them--those silent men, all of them armed--for her to fight alone.
Dazed, groggy from the drug, she registered that she was somewhere other than her apartment building as she tried to regain her feet, to gain some sort of control. Her weapon and badge were missing. The gun's familiar weight was absent at her hip, her badge was gone from her waist. She still wore the suit she had worn when they took her.
The ceiling of the vast chamber the men dragged Gabriel into arched so high above them it disappeared into the shadows cast by the spotlights.
Those lights speared down to an enormous circular stage. She had a vague sense of stadium-style seating that arched in a great half-circle around that stage but she couldn't see it for the brightness of the lights. From the shadows, a voice chanted steadily and monotonously.
Gabriel shook her head to try to clear it.
The stage area captured her attention. She was transfixed, riveted by what she saw there. Her heart seemed to stop.
Spotlighted in the center of that vast chamber was, without question, the most magnificent specimen of masculine beauty she had ever seen in her life.
A rush of heat raced from her head to her toes.
He was absolutely, stunningly gorgeous.