When she's Sugar, she's every man's dream, but when she's Spice, she's his nightmare!<br><br>Dark nights and full moons mysteriously turn a beautiful white-haired beauty into a growling, voluptuous she-devil who dines on blood, flesh, and sex. She's a dancer at the Rock Candy Club where she has her pick of men. By the time the evening is over, not one, not two, but three take the beautiful dancer to the parking lot for an evening of sexual debauchery. While she's enjoying the hot feel of these hard bodies inside her, her sister Spice makes an appearance, and the parking lot runs red with blood.<br><br>Later she meets a mysterious, fair-haired stranger who falls in love with her. Used to having any man she wants at her beck and call, she wonders if this man can satisfy the raging sexual appetite of both her and her devilish sister, or if should she send him back to the hole he crawled out of ... a hole called Hell!

Sugar and Spice

Like the hounds of hell, each accusing word nipped at her heels.


A reflection of leaping flames burned in the gaze of Father Jonathan Becker as he stared down into the sea of candles. Swirling colors, blood red, blue, bright orange, melted together, each reflecting on slightly sagging skin and dark hair with a distinguished scattering of gray at the temples. He moved silently about the table as he continued to light the candles.


The chapel was long and decorated with plaster saints that stood in small alcoves along the walls. The burgundy pews and dark, shining wood gave it a feeling of warmth. Having finished, he knelt at the altar on one knee, gave the sign of the cross, and then moved to get up. He hesitated, scowling at the pain in the bunched-up muscles of his legs. He was only in his forties, but already his body reminded him that the years were piling up. While he moved to loosen his stiff back, he suddenly stopped and turned his head.


Chapter 8