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“You’re a virgin? How is that possible?”
Paige shrugged. “Satan created me, I went through Rivka training, got caught up in a battle to save the
world, then discovered I was poison to anything I touched. I’ve been a little busy.” She paused. “So,
now you see why our kissing is a bad idea? Kissing leads to sex, and then sex with you, Mr. Damned,
would pretty much cancel out the last pure thing in my being.” She made a face. “So, your virtue is safe
with me. Which is too bad, really, because that kiss was awesome.”
Jed leaned forward. “In that case, I have to warn you.”
His voice had suddenly become husky, and something curled low inside her. “Warn me about what?”
“I like touching you. Kissing you, too.” His gaze was dark again, his jaw tense. “I’m not going to try to
seduce you, but if you throw yourself in my arms and wrap those long legs of yours around me like you
did earlier . . .” His gaze settled on hers. “I’m not made of steel, sweetheart.”
RAVES FOR STEPHANIE ROWE’S IMMORTALLY SEXY SERIES!
HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME HOT
“4½ Stars! TOP PICK! Wacky and downright funny . . . Snappy dialogue and offbeat humor zip this
paranormal romp along. It’s definitely the author’s best book to date and one guaranteed to make you
laugh and gasp.”
—Romantic Times BOOKreviews Magazine
“I am positive that paranormal fans . . . will find this a delightful, funny book.”
—TheRomanceReadersConnection.com
“A lighthearted romp . . . filled with plenty of action. Fantasy romance fans will enjoy the latest amusing
battle of the souls (soulless?) on hell and earth.”
—Midwest Book Review
“5 Stars! Becca and Nick are thoroughly engaging; it’s been a long time since I’ve read a romance
where the leading couple were so perfectly matched.”
—CurledUp.com
MUST LOVE DRAGONS
“Hilarious . . . Rowe’s wacky secondary characters are back in full force: the shape-shifting Goblet with
attitude; a lovesick Satan; Iris, the touch-me-not object of his affection; and Becca, Satan’s right-hand
woman. Rowe’s blissfully bizarre paranormal romance works well on its own, but libraries will want the
entire series.”
—Booklist (starred review)
 
“A fun romantic fantasy . . . Stephanie Rowe writes perhaps the ultimate star-crossed romance as the
dragon and dragon-slayer fall in love.”
—Midwest Book Review
“Hilarious romp . . . hot . . . funny, and entirely satisfying. If you want sexy paranormal with a twist, this
is definitely a book for you.”
—WantzUponaTime.com
“Stephanie Rowe has penned another fun-filled escape into her hilarious world of imagination.
Fast-paced with a marvelous cast of characters.”
—ParanormalRomanceWriters.com
“4 Stars! Pure escapist fun!”
—Romantic Times BOOKclub Magazine
“The zany characters . . . populating Date Me, Baby, One More Time all reappear in Must Love
Dragons , and they’re just as much fun to read about the second time.”
—CurledUp.com
DATE ME, BABY, ONE MORE TIME
“This is escapism in full force!”
—Romantic Times BOOKclub Magazine
“Magically mirthful! Laugh-out-loud . . . a breakneck plot, delightfully bizarre situations, and the quirkiest
of quirky characters. A hilarious paranormal treat.”
—Booklist (starred review)
“A righteously funny . . . can’t miss, lighthearted romantic comedy.”
—RomRevToday.com
“A hilarious underworld romp.”
—Katie MacAlister, New York Times bestselling author of You Slay Me and Fire Me Up
“Rowe carves out her own niche . . . with this freewheeling series kickoff. [Her] wit and imagination
make this a strong start for what should be a refreshing series.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Flat-out fun . . . a diamond at the bottom of a Cracker Jacks box of romances. Keeps you hanging on
and laughing out loud into the wee hours of the night.”
 
—NightsAndWeekends.com
“Just what the paranormal genre needs—a zany romantic comedy with a twist.”
—Lori Handeland, USA Today bestselling author
“Many laugh-out-loud moments . . . very entertaining.”
—FreshFiction.com
Also by Stephanie Rowe
Date Me, Baby, One More Time
Must Love Dragons
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Hot
For all the wonderful people at the Rose City Romance Writers. You guys are the best!
Acknowledgments
Thank you as always to my fantastic editor, Melanie Murray, for her insightful editing and her support.
You rock! And thanks to my agent, Michelle Grajkowski, who never stops believing in me. And of
course, my deepest thanks to JR and AR for their support, without which I couldn’t possibly spend hours
and hours buried in my stories. And to my mom, who is, quite simply, the best mom in the world.
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Hot damn! An angel!” Paige Darlington jerked upright and slammed her grande, nonfat, easy whip
caramel latte down on the table as a lanky redheaded guy strode into the Starbucks she and her two best
friends had been haunting for the last week. He was wearing ironed jeans and a blue oxford shirt, and he
had that white aura she’d been desperately searching for. “Finally.”
Her salvation had arrived. About time. The blackness of her soul was making her calf ache almost
constantly, and it was apparent she needed some angel cleansing as soon as possible.
Paige’s heart started pounding as her friends inspected the man while he sauntered up to the counter and
politely ordered a double hazelnut caffè mocha with extra foam.
“Really? He’s an angel?” Theresa Nichols-Siccardi, an immortal dragon with a curvaceous human body
that she made sure men lusted over, sounded skeptical. “He doesn’t even have a halo.”
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“Oh, it’s there.” One of the benefits of being created by Satan was that Paige could identify the
occupants of heaven and hell. Or so she’d hoped. Until she’d actually seen this guy, she hadn’t been
certain she would know an angel when she saw one. But she had. Major relief. “He’s definitely got
heaven on speed dial.”
Her other friend, the newly single Dani Rawlings, took a sip of her iced coffee, her brown hair shoved up
in a messy ponytail. She was in an anti-man phase, which was best for all of them, given the fiasco that
had occurred the last time she’d gotten involved with anyone. “He looks rather ordinary to be an angel.”
“Yeah, he does, doesn’t he?” Paige ran her fingers through her hair like she’d seen Theresa do and
watched him move to the side to wait for his order. “How long do you think it will take to convince him
to help me?”
“Well, he’s a man and you’ve got a great rack and gorgeous blond hair that men are such suckers for,
so . . .” Theresa eyed her. “Maybe one minute?”
“One minute? That’s all?”
“Try to appeal to his nurturing side,” Theresa suggested. “Men love to feel all manly and tough. Protect
the weaker sex.”
Paige frowned and tapped her foot restlessly. “I don’t want to be protected. I’m way too much of a
badass to be protected by some wimpy angel.”
Theresa raised her eyebrows at Paige. “That kind of attitude isn’t going to make him fall all over himself
to help you. You have to convince him you find him wildly attractive and masculine. Men can’t resist
being around women who make them feel manly.”
“Manly, huh?” Paige eyed the angel as he accidentally bumped into a pair of teenage girls and
apologized profusely. Duh. Didn’t he realize they’d bumped into him on purpose to get his attention?
Hellooo.Get some backbone,dude. He flipped open his navy nylon wallet to count his cash. “He looks
a little gentle to be manly.”
Hellfire, this sucked. She didn’t want a wimpy angel in her life. She wanted some hot, macho stud who
would throw her up against a wall and dominate her, not being at all intimidated by the fact she could
throw fireballs and turn him into a pile of ash in less than a second. Who didn’t mind that she did contract
work for Satan harvesting souls, or would, as soon as she reclaimed her soul.
Yep. She wanted a hottie who wore black leather and guns. One who had five-o’clock shadow and
piercing blue eyes that could penetrate a woman’s soul. One who could kill an innocent at a hundred
yards without hesitating. A man who would love her so fiercely he’d throw himself into an acid pit just to
retrieve a lock of her hair.
Yeah. That was the kind of man she wanted.
Sigh .
She drummed her fingers on the sticky tabletop and eyed the angel, inspecting his narrow shoulders and
wrinkle-free polyester shirt. She had to find a way to convince him to help save her soul.
 
“Paige?”
She looked at her friends, and felt her heart tighten at the concerned expressions on their faces. “I love
you guys.”
They both smiled. “We love you too,” Theresa said. “Now go over there and turn that angel into a
lovesick wuss already, okay?”
“No problem.” Paige stood up and flexed her hands behind her back, trying to ignore the throbbing pain
in her left calf.
She stepped around a double stroller with screaming twins, then eased toward the angel, trying to sway
her hips across the floor in that one-hip-at-a-time seductive walk that Theresa had been teaching her for
the last week. She heard Dani giggle and she abandoned the walk with a sigh. Sexy and seductive wasn’t
her thing. Yet. But she’d master it. Really, she would.
She sidled up to the angel and cleared her throat.
He turned his head slightly and she caught his glance at her chest. Then his gaze slowly traveled up her
body to her face, and she gave him her best smile. “Hi, I’m Paige Darlington, and—”
“You’re from hell .” His eyes widened, and he took a step back.
She bristled at the look of disgust on his face. Ignorant jerk. Weren’t angels supposed to be
nonjudgmental and supportive and all touchy-feely? Idiot. How dare he treat her like she was pond
scum? “For your information,” she snapped, “I’m not from hell.” At his disbelieving look, she added,
“Anymore.”
He began to back across the store toward the door. “I don’t need that coffee anymore,” he called out to
the girl behind the counter. “I’m so sorry to inconvenience you, but I must be leaving.” He glanced at
Paige again, and his left eye twitched in fear.
Oh, crud. He looked like he was about to wet his pants.
You’re scaring him, Paige. Be nice.
Right. Nice. She could do that. She summoned up her best smile again and injected a cheery tone into
her voice as she jogged after him. “See, it’s really quite simple. My life force is no longer linked to Satan
so I’m a free woman, but my soul had already started to turn black before I was freed. If I don’t reverse
the process before I’m consumed by darkness, I’ll lose the ability to love and care about all my friends,
so I need you to cleanse my soul.” Anxiety tugged at her chest as he reached for the door, and she
grabbed for his arm. “No, please don’t go. I really, really need your help.”
He twisted out of her reach before she could touch him. “I can feel the evil in your soul already. It’s too
late. Stay away from me.”
“No!” She was unable to keep the desperation out of her voice. “Please! You’re the only angel I’ve
managed to find, and I need help—”
He whirled to face her. “Get away from me,” he growled. “You’re tainted.”
 

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