Protected by the Gargoyle by Lisa Carlisle

Stone Sentries Book 4

Demons are out there.

Don’t ask Janie how she knows. She wants to forget what they did to her and move on.

But when her witch friend has a premonition about a demon in Boston, Janie is forced to confront her fears. She seeks the help of her gorgeous friend and gargoyle shifter, Arto.

Little does she know that Arto considers her his fated mate. He’ll do anything to protect her, even if it means keeping his love a secret.

Janie wants to learn more about demons, so he shows her some books in the library. She reads an ancient script in a powerful old book and unwittingly summons an incubus.

The very tool Arto provided to help her instead brings her nightmares to life.

Now they must work together to stop a predator on the hunt while their relationship is tested by a growing attraction.

Demons have captured Janie before. Can she avoid their clutches this time?

Find out in this paranormal adventure and dive into a world of danger, romance, and suspense.

Excerpt

Janie spotted an illustration like the red, horned demon that had captured her. She stared at the monster, and it took several deep breaths before she could speak. “This looks like the one who kidnapped me.”

Raising her chin, she shook off the anxiety. She wouldn’t be afraid. Beneath the image, she read words aloud and attempted to pronounce the words in a language she didn’t recognize.

A chill crept over her skin, although no windows were open. She glanced around the room for the source of it. A fan or air conditioner? Nothing.

When she glanced at the book, dark wispy smoke swirled up from the pages. The ink of the words she’d read floated upward, separating above the surface of the page. Unease slithered along her spine.

“Arto?” Her voice trembled. “Did I do something?”

He moved closer. “Oh no. No, no, no.” His voice lowered with fear.

When she turned to him, his face was pale. He raised a hand and covered his mouth.

“What’s wrong?”

When he lowered his hand, his mouth was open, but he didn’t speak.

“Arto?” she prodded.

His pupils widened. “I don’t know for sure—but I think…”

When he left his sentence unfinished, she pushed, “You think what?”

His expression darkened with shadows. He exhaled with an audible breath. “Janie, I hope with all my heart and soul that what I think happened is wrong.”

Her heart rapped against her ribs. Sweat glistened on her forehead. She wiped it with the back of her arm and then straightened. “Tell me.”

“I think…what you said was an incantation. A powerful one.” His jawline twitched.

“Oh my God.” She raised a trembling hand and then dropped it to her lap. “Wh-what did I say?” she stammered.

Arto took a deep breath and exhaled with a slow whoosh. “You summoned a demon.”