Spit

I'm cursed, and I have no one to blame but myself.

My Momma used to say that I could con the pants of the Devil himself.
That was markedly untrue.

Years ago, as a young witchling with a reckless streak, I summoned the King of Gluttony and I tried to con the big bad.
It didn't work, and instead of riches beyond my wildest dreams, I got a curse that makes every man that kisses me addicted beyond measure. Even a drop of my spit is enough.

Mr. Bub, aka, King of Gluttony, and overall AH, has me on a tight leash.
Just one more job, and he'll lift my curse. (So he says)
The problem is... it's never just one more job.

When the King Pin of the Red City outside of Baton Rouge needs help, Beelzebub volunteers me.
I've got one week to find several supernatural creatures that have gone missing from a laboratory in the city, or it's my neck on the chopping block.
I don't think Mr. Bub will eat me if I fail, but I can't be sure.

It's such a shame that King Pin and his merry band of cocky men seem to have their sights set on distracting me from my task.
I can't let anyone get close. Not even five beautiful, if not annoying, demons.
The second they taste me, they'll become addicted.

The problem is:
No one ever wants me, they only want the curse.

**SPIT is a reverse harem, whychoose romance with a happy ending. It is a standalone paranormal romance.**