A dead conquest.
A succubus signature.
An edict sending the culprit back to Hell.
The culprit being me.
My name is Gwen, and I'm a succubus with a control problem. Except I didn't create this mess.
Now I have ten days to prove my innocence.
Not a problem.
Well, minus one minor detail-the two hot demons hellbent on helping me prove my case.
Lord Zebulon makes me want to fall to my knees with a single glance.
And Zane recently shattered my heart.
It's a match made in Hell. And a union probably blessed by the devil himself.
So I have ten days not to fall in love.
Ten days of staying out of Zane's and Lord Zebulon's beds.
And ten days to find out who framed me for murder.
Man, sometimes being a succubus really sucks.
