In his desperation to find a date in time for the annual Helloween bash, minor-rank demon Kev summons a coworker he once hooked up with. But when the smoke and sulfur clears, it isn’t demon Ira standing in the ring, but a very perplexed, very human mortal named Archer.<br><br>Archer is cute, confused, and willing to consider going as Kev's date ... for a price. Turns out this isn't the first time Archer's met a demon, and he wants his soul back.

Date from Hell

“Behave yourself,” said Archer, tapping Kev’s back with the whip. “And don’t come.”


With his head pulled back this far, Kev could see Archer. He searched for Archer’s eyes, met them, saw something glittering in them he didn’t have time to think about. Deathkiss had sidled over, the demon the other two deferred to in the group of them, and grabbed Kev’s jaw. Her grip was tight; her nails dug in so hard, Kev felt something warm run down his chin that had to be his own blood. Then she parted his lips, leaned in, and covered his mouth with hers. Her tongue, thinner and longer than Ira’s had been, snaked down his throat, and she pinched his nose shut. Kev endured, his stomach flopping, his cock confused, and when she finally pulled back he gasped air in loudly.


“Weak, isn’t he,” she said, looking him up and down.


“Why do you think I’m only letting three of you on him,” said Archer. “Don’t want to break him this early on.”


Chapter 11