See No Evil

Copyright © 2023 by Jewel Killian All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover Art: Romancepremades.com Editing: Kaye Kemp Book Polishing See No Evil THE DEMON LORDS OF BLACKWOOD BOOK 1 JEWEL KILLIAN Blurb A sane witch would never summon the immortal Demon Lords of Blackwood. Not if she expects to keep breathing Everyone knows that So imagine my surprise when, in a reckless and drunken effort to avenge my sister’s death, I summon a revenge demon. Only it’s not a lowly minion who shows up. It’s them… Vrahs - the charming alpha with the face to back up the swagger Ryker - damaged and dark with god-level magnetism And Thorne - a violent hedonist set on adding me to his list of indulgences All three Lords of Blackwood. Furious. Bound to me. And determined to bully me out of our contract. Even if it means breaking me. Content Warning See No Evil is the first in the Demon Lords of Blackwood Series and it ends on a bit of a cliffhanger. I’ve done worse, so you’ll be OK. This is a why choose romance, meaning our female lead will have multiple love interests at the same time and won’t have to choose. It contains dark themes such as murder, violence, and alcohol abuse. It also has graphic depictions of sexual situations which include light bondage, submission, blood, and breath play. If you’re still here, welcome aboard. Strap in and hold on tight. Stalk me… I’m into it Readers Group: Jewel’s Book Coven TikTok: @jewel_k_romance Instagram: @jewelkillian Newsletter: https://landing.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/z6f2g5 Facebook: Jewel Killian Want a free story? Sign up to my newsletter and grab your free copy of The Demon Lords of Blackwood: Chonk’s Story. Mrrrrrow. Sign up here! To Nick from IHOP who came on to me while I served him pancakes. You were kind of a dirt bag but fuck did you know how to mix pleasure and pain. In an expanding universe, time is on the side of the outcast. Those who once inhabited the suburbs of human contempt find that without changing their address they eventually live in the metropolis. QUENTIN CRISP Contents Chapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21Chapter 22Chapter 23Chapter 24Chapter 25Chapter 26Want a free story?Need to talk about it?Set in The Same Universe Chapter 1JADE The jackhammer behind my eyes is all that’s left of the two bottles of red on my dead sister’s counter. Sulfites or tannins… one of them always fucks me up. That’s why I’m usually a vodka girl. But bone-crushing grief has a way of stripping back every boundary. An engine hums to life outside, idling, and a heavy groan rattles in my throat, barely making it past my cracked lips. How long had I been out? The question circles the drain of my consciousness, but I can’t bring myself to open my eyes. Not yet. I try to orient myself in space and time without visual cues—sore back, rough carpet on my face, bright light turning my eyelids crimson. It all adds up to me passing out on Em’s living room floor. Again. I suck in a breath and try to muster the strength to get off the floor, to face another day without her, but I choke on my own saliva, and each wheezing cough spikes that jackhammer in my brain to maximum. The diesel outside piles on, engine kicking into a higher gear, and I finally pry open my weighted lids to find a pair of yellow eyes staring plaintively down at me. Ah. Not an idling truck but the insistent pleading purr of a disgruntled orange cat. I blink and those yellow slitted eyes hold more than the agitation of hunger. More than the usual feline arrogance. The shimmering hard edges of disappointment glare at me. “Yeah, I know, cat,” I grumble while peeling my cheek off the high-pile carpet of Em’s living room. Arranging myself so I’m more upright but still seated, I wait for the room to stop spinning. The bright white walls, doused in afternoon light, and lush warm cream fabrics of Em’s furniture and drapes are all so intrinsically her. Light and bright. Warm and welcoming. It’s why I didn’t want to open my eyes. Every inch of the townhouse buzzes with her. This should have never happened. If anyone deserved to live, it’s Em. Emerald and Jade Sisters A year apart One born light The other born dark. In every conceivable way. She should be here. The good one. The fun and happy sister. The one everyone liked. Not the fuck up. The outcast. All I wanted was to pave my way, make my own destiny. I never expected Em to follow me here or get caught up in my problems. The bioremediation team had done a good job of removing the “biological material” as the invoice stated. There wasn’t a trace of blood left in the bathroom. Not a hint of that strange sweet-and-metallic scent which had lingered far after the coroner took my sister’s body away. Now there’s only the burning fumes of disinfectant and a sour bottom note of B.O. It’s been a while since I’ve had a proper shower. I stare at the invoice on my sister’s coffee table, and while I get my legs under me, remind myself to email a copy to Em’s homeowner’s insurance so they can reimburse me. The movies always depict the surviving family member on their hands and knees, bucket and old-timey bristle brush scraping against the floor, doing little but smearing red around. But in reality, there are services to deal with that sort of thing, so long as you’re willing to pay. Mrrow. Chonk’s persistent plea has