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Thursday, July 9, 2015

Virtual Book Tour: Bad Boys Club

Author Name: M.A. Church

Book Name: Bad Boys Club Box Set

Release Date: June 26, 2015

Blurb:

Not all romances are sweet and fluffy.

Pounding music and writhing bodies fill the dance floor at Night Moves. A small, very elite group of friends called The Bad Boys Club use the place as their personal hunting grounds. Spoilt, powerful, and totally amoral, they use men without thought for the consequences of their actions. But each of these predators harbors a secret desire, a passion, that drives him.

And it hasn't gone unnoticed.

Three dangerous paranormals on the prowl for a mate stalk the humans. Dark and deadly desires are their calling cards. A demon prince, an ancient vampire, and one of the deadliest werewolves to exist have their sights on The Bad Boys Club and their sensual secrets. Love comes in all forms, even for unscrupulous humans and lethal paranormals.

Publisher's Note: Bad Boy's Club contains the previously published novellas Lust and Ice, Into the Darkness, and Haunting the Night.

Pages or Words: 146 pages

Categories: BDSM, Erotica, Gay Fiction, Horror, Dark Romance, Paranormal, Voyeurism & Exhibitionism, Dark Desires. (Book two also contains a ménage.)

Excerpts:

Excerpt from Lust and Ice

"You have the devil's own luck," Jordan groaned.

"Actually, that's Kain. I'm still behind him by two virgins."

"How do you find these guys?" Allen complained. "I've only managed to find two!"

"Oh shut up. You're one ahead of me." Jordan rolled his eyes.

"Back on subject, fellows. Did I mention how sweetly he cried?" Hugh smirked. "And get this... he's thinks I'm going to keep calling him now, be his boyfriend. Seems like he was waiting for that special someone, the love of his life."

"Yeah, right. What a loser." Allen sneered. "How often did you have to tell him you loved him?"

"Too many times." Hugh's disgust was clear as he raised his glass and winked. "Like I'd be caught dead outside of a bedroom with someone like that."

"Goes without saying." Kain sprawled in his chair. "So, how's it looking down there? Fill me in."

"Jordan and I have a bet going about who's going to do that redhead on the dance floor first," Allen said. "He's the one with the green shirt, there in the middle."

"Why not do him together?" Hugh asked.

"We plan to." Allen winked. "I said I'd do him first. We'll tag team him later. Been awhile since Jordan and I got to do a double penetration."

Kain's hearty laugh boomed out, drawing attention from those around them. "I almost feel sorry for the guy." Kain glanced around the group; several pairs of disbelieving eyes stared back at him. "Okay, no I don't."

"The legendary Ice feels sorry?" Hugh's lips twisted. "That'll be a cold day in hell."

"Hell wouldn't have me."

"Oh yeah, it would. Personally, I think we'd end up ruling hell." Allen smirked at Kain.

"Ah, someone has that position, remember?" Jordan shrugged.

"We could be kings, or lords."

"There's supposed to be seven princes of hell. One for each deadly sin." Hugh rolled his eyes as his friends stared at him. "What?"

Excerpt from Into the Darkness

“Same plan as usual?”

Allen waited until Jordan turned and looked at him. “Why mess with what works? I’ll move in first, then you come in after I set him up. We’ll get him all hot and bothered, then take his ass home. I bet we have him in bed before the hour is out.”

Jordan slapped Allen on the back. “I agree. If it isn’t broke, why fix it? Although it would be nice, for once, if our marks didn’t just fall to the floor and puddle at our feet.”

“Are you nuts? Besides, what do you expect out of these sluts?” Allen shrugged. “And by the way, I will fuck him first.”

“Keep telling yourself that. Got a feeling he’s going to beg me to do him first.”

Allen rolled his eyes. They’d just see about that. “My place or yours this time?”

They lived just a block apart. Allen had tried to buy an apartment in the same building as Jordan, but there had been nothing available that was as nice. Allen ended up purchasing his own place as close as he could to Jordan.

Jordan shrugged as he searched the dance floor. “Doesn’t matter to me, but my place is probably cleaner. The maid came yesterday.”

“Fine by me, we’ll do him at your place then. Besides, you have more toys. And a bigger bed.”

“Thought you took care of that little oversight?”

“My new bed will be arriving next week. Plus, I want you to go with me to check out some of the toys I found at this new place that just opened up. You have a better feel for things like that.”

“Competitive asshole.”

Allen chuckled. “Pot… meet kettle. You went out and bought a new BMW just because I got one. I’m not even going to mention the hair.”

Jordan shrugged, then stepped aside as someone -- a tiny blond who looked entirely too young to be allowed in the club -- passed him. “I liked yours better. Hey Allen, did you see that little blond twink?”

Allen raised an eyebrow as he looked in the direction Jordan indicated. “Hmm? No, I didn’t. But a blond? Really? Are you feeling okay?”

“Not for us, you shit. I was thinking that was more along the line of what Hugh likes -- young, sweet, and innocent. Even though he doesn’t look old enough to be in here.”

“Playing matchmaker now, are you?”

“Fuck off.” Jordan laughed as he pushed Allen toward the dance floor.

Excerpt from Haunting The Night

Hugh sat at the table watching as Kain, Jordan, and Allen made their moves on the prey they’d picked out. He’d checked the dance floor, and not one guy he saw impressed him so far. He needed a change -- something or someone to break the monotony. With a sigh, he picked up his glass. Before he could take a drink, that feeling of being watched hit him square between the shoulder blades again. His shoulders tensed and chill bumps broke out over his flesh.

“What the hell?” While he was used to being stared at, and even got his own fair share of attention from the paparazzi, this was different. More intense, more… threatening, almost. Unease flooded him, and he couldn’t shake the recurring feeling of danger. Hugh glanced around, but didn’t see anyone taking an undue interest in him. Maybe a family member of one of the defendants they’d gotten off was stalking him. Hugh dismissed the idea immediately; that was just silly.

More likely his old man had someone keeping an eye on him. Now that he could believe -- the nosey old bastard. “Fuck this.” The whole night had been off from the get-go, and he’d had enough. He rose, with every intention of leaving, when the overhead lights spotlighted someone at the bar below.

“Well, hello,” he murmured as he stared at the young man at the main bar. Jesus, how had he missed this one? He was perfect. Damned if he was leaving now. The night was suddenly looking up.

Dressed simply, in faded jeans, a black T-shirt, and a leather bomber jacket, was a stranger, one of the most gorgeous men Hugh had ever seen. He was everything he wanted in a man -- cute, small, and blond. The perfect twink. Actually, the tiny blond looked entirely too young to be in Night Moves, but he was sure the guy wouldn’t be allowed in if he was underage. To make things even better, his target was staring at him. Even from this distance, he could see the hunger dancing in the stranger’s eyes. He was a little more blue-collar than Hugh normally went for, but what the hell. Hadn’t he just been thinking he needed a change?

“Yeah, why not?”

Hugh had taken no more than a few steps when the man at the bar winked at him. Most of the twinks he picked up were either drama queens or shy little guys. There was certainly nothing shy about this man. Hugh raised an eyebrow. He’d have to show the stranger who was in charge, of course, then they could have some fun. At least it looked like he wasn’t going to have to put out much effort tonight, and that suited him just fine. Hugh made his way downstairs to the main bar and to the guy waiting on him.

Sales Links: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?upt=book&ubid=2388

About the author:

M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!

When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.

She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013. Drop by her blog at http://machurch00.blogspot.com/

Where to find the author:

Blog * Twitter * Facebook * The Harvest FB fan page * Goodreads * Amazon

Publisher: Changeling Press

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Tour Dates & Stops: July 9, 2015

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Friday, January 11, 2013

Interview with a Vampire

As you'll recall, just a couple of months ago I brought to you an interview with the sexy demon Asmodeus. Well, today I bring you another interview, but this time it's with a smexy vampire. Oh my... Again, this opportunity came about through the auspices of M.A. Church. For which I'm very grateful. So, let us continue, shall we?

Interview with a vampire

I’ve returned to the night club known as Night Moves because you know I’d do anything for my readers, right? And it has nothing to do with that hot hunk of demon named Asmodeus.

No, not a damn thing.

Yeah, right, and anyone who believes that goes onto my list of those I wish to sell waterfront property to.

At any rate, I’ve returned, having received a communication from aforementioned Asmodeus that I have another interview set up. This one is with Chaus, who is a vampire. Oh my, how my heart does flutter at the idea. I am a huge fan of vampires, and the thought of being up close and personal with one… well, it’s got my blood flowing, that’s for sure.

Night Moves looks pretty much as I remember it. Asmodeus told me to go to the same table on the second floor, and I do. There I find a rather amazing sight. Sitting before me is a gorgeous guy with shoulder length red hair (if you know me and you’ve seen Dracula, you know why that affects me!). He’s flanked on either side by a pretty boy. The boys are as alike as two peas in a pod, although one has dimples and the other has that much vaunted and much loved butt chin.

Oh my.

Doesn’t take a psychic to figure out which is the vampire. He waves me into a chair and I sit quickly, before I get a chance to melt. But just to be sure, I have to ask.

“You are Chaus, yes?” I hope so, because you sure are purty…

“Indeed I am, Ms. Hayes. Welcome, and please, have a seat. May I say how honored I was when the Prince of Lust informed me of this interview? Would you like something to drink before we start?”

I slide into the chair opposite the three hotties, so mesmerized that I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, without thinking. “Can I have a buttery nipple, please?”

Can my face grow any hotter? Although blessed be that I didn’t vocalize my next thought, which was sex on the beach.

“I will assume that is a drink, and not a fetish.” I snap my fingers and one of my pets… my lovely mate Jordan… leans closer to me.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Bring the lady her drink, sweetie.” I watch as he hurries off, a slight limp in his gait from the spanking he received earlier. I’d warmed his ass up before bending him over and fucking him. His screams of pleasure still ring in my ears. It’s always a fight to get Jordan to lose his valued control. “So, what is it you want to ask me, Ms. Hayes?”

I may be a writer, but journalism is not my natural milieu, it’s something I do for my blog, so perhaps I’m not the best at formulating questions. But I try. So here goes nothing and sorry if I say what comes to mind.

“You are one gorgeous… you know…” At least I didn’t say it aloud, right? “Who are your friends?” I suspect I know, but I’d like to hear it from him. He has a lovely voice, by the way. I try not to imagine if the drapes match the carpet, although I suspect I’ll never find out from eyewitness testimony.

I grin at the look in her eyes. “Thank you. And the two standing by me are not friends. Not at all. They, my lovely Ms. Hayes, are my mates… and my pets. Mine to have and do with as I wish… for eternity. Ah, and here is Jordan with your drink. I hope you enjoy it. Now, if you wish to ask Jordan or Allen questions, they have my permission to speak.”

I take the drink from the young man and quickly sip, before I say something really stupid. Like, do you swing both ways? The idea that these two sexy guys are both his… did he say mates... blows my everloving mind.

“So, Jordan and Allen…” I address them both, at least until I figure out who’s who. “I presume you’re brothers.” No duh, right? “Tell me a little about yourselves, if you would.” I look between them, hoping whoever chooses to speak first will identify himself. It would help.

“I’m Jordan, the oldest. I was the COO of several world famous high-end department stores our father owned. We, ah, used to hang out at lot here.”

“And I’m Allen. I was the CFO. We both had business degrees from Harvard. And what my brother is trying to say is that we hunted men to fuck when we came here. We, ah, don’t do that anymore.”

“Oh now, pets. Why not tell the lady how you destroyed so many lives in your business? How you both used the men you took home as nothing more than asses to fuck. How delightfully amoral you both were? And how the two of you had intended to use me in the same way.” I grin, showing my fangs and allowing my eyes to lighten to that eerie pale blue. If Ms. Hayes is frightened, then that’s her problem. But somehow I don’t think she will be… after all, she interviewed the Prince of Lust.

“We have a thing for redheads,” Allen whispered, his eyes glued to Chaus. “Well, we did. Now we have a thing for our master. We had marked Chaus as the one we intended to take home that night and fuck.”

“It didn’t quite work out that way,” Jordan said. “We had no idea what we were messing with until it was too late. He… took Allen’s mind over and made me obey him or else he threatened to kill Allen. That night ended in a totally different way than we imagined.”

“Indeed it did,” I said. “I had been searching for a very long time for one that was as evil as I am. I was delighted to find two that met my requirements. And I took them. Now, they obey me. And I can be a very harsh task master.”

I refrain from remarking that I’m a redhead. I suspect that would make no difference for obvious reasons. Besides, it’s the vamp that attracts me, the other two are just… boys. I try not to think too hard about what he looks like naked. His eyes… so sexy. Damn.

“Sounds fascinating,” I murmur, my eyes fixed on Chaus. “Tell me, um, do you have any… unusual ways of… drawing blood?” I keep telling myself that I’m asking for my readers, not my own titillation.

“Oh, I have plenty of places to bite on the body. But my favorite is…” I laugh outright at Jordan’s blush. I know he’s remembering where I threatened to bite him that first time. I didn’t; instead I bit down on the inside of his thigh, into the femoral artery, while Allen fed too. Only later did I actually bite him on his most sensitive bits. Oh my, how he howled with pleasure. “Ye Gods, Ms. Hayes, you certainly bring back lovely memories. Might I perhaps suggest reading the book, if you want to know more? I also believe Church said she’s working on the last one in the series.”

“Yes, she told me the same thing.” Has my voice taken on a bit of a dreamy cast? I clear my throat hastily.

“Yes, yes, I will, I promise.” I’d ask him for a later rendezvous, but why tempt rejection? Besides, I think I’ve just been dismissed, albeit politely.

Almost as if I was compelled—what a silly idea, right?—I rise from my seat and he rises with me, and I feel his lips on the back of my hand… oh my

Suddenly I’m back in my office. How did that happen? Doesn’t matter. What a charming man… I drift away on daydreams and sigh.

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Tag: Jordan and Allen are out for fun, but they're playing a dangerous game with an ancient predator...

Blurb: Pounding music and writhing bodies fill the dance floor at Night Moves. Brothers Jordan and Allen share everything, and are part of a very small, very elite group of friends. What do they have in common? More money, power, and connections than most people can even fathom. These young men consider themselves above the law. Spoilt, powerful, and totally amoral, they use men without a thought for the consequences of their actions. Tonight the brothers have their sights set on a sexy redhead -- they're determined to have him in their bed!

Chaus is an ancient vampire as cold as his deadly kiss. Driven by a taste for kink, he's searched for centuries to find someone as debauched and sinful as he is, only to be continuously disappointed by humans and nonhumans alike. One desire drives him: a pet to call his mate that he can torture and pleasure with his lethal desires. His hunt has brought him to Night Moves, and he's on the prowl.

Jordan and Allen are out for fun, and they place a bet on a deadly game. But they're playing with a predator -- and a dark, hidden secret that the brothers possess will be the catalyst that brings Fate down on them. The Bad Boys Club has once again picked the wrong target to play with.

Excerpt:

Jordan sat at the conference table, dispassionately watching a certain Mr. Havers fall apart. He, Allen, and their father had just finished taking over a very small family-owned chain of boutiques they’d been watching for a while now. The owner hadn’t wanted to sell -- the business had been in his family for several generations. It hadn’t mattered in the end. Jordan and Allen wanted the chain, so they used their wealth and power to take it. He and Allen planned to run it themselves, and run it the way they wanted. Which hadn’t gone over well with the previous owner. The brothers needed a hobby to occupy their time, and this was it. Neither man cared that there were people’s livelihoods tied to that business.

“You’re going to what? But you don’t understand,” Mr. Havers nearly yelled, drawing Allen’s attention from a stack of papers that sat before him. “These people have families to support. If you fire them, in this economy, it’s unlikely they’ll find jobs anytime soon. Please, they’re good, hardworking, and loyal workers. The best you could ask for.”

Allen looked to Jordan and rolled his eyes. “Not our problem.”

“We don’t want them. They’re loyal to you, not us.” Jordan sipped his coffee, completely unconcerned that over five hundred people would be out of a job in two weeks. “We’re restructuring from the ground up. End of story. Out with the old and in with the new, if you will.”

Mr. Havers pounded his fist on the table. “These are people with bills to pay, children to take care of, college fees to deal with, mortgages… please don’t do this. It’s bad enough you forced me to sell, but don’t punish them. Most of my workers are close to the core group of our customers.”

Allen hooted. “After we’re done, we’ll be targeting a better class of customers. That’s another reason your employees aren’t needed.”

Mr. Havers gaped at the insult.

Jordan stood. “It’s a done deal, Mr. Havers. You no longer have a say, and frankly, I couldn’t care less what happens to your employees. Or, for that matter, you. We made you a damn good offer for your chain in the beginning. It’s not my fault you didn’t take it, and you ended up with less and your people lost their jobs. With their skill sets, maybe they can flip hamburgers at some fast-food place. They’ll find something, I’m sure. Regardless, as Allen said, it’s not our problem. It’s nothing personal, just business. You understand, surely? And this meeting is now over.”

Allen gathered all the papers together and looked at his watch. “We’ve spent enough time on this. Good day, Mr. Havers.”

Mr. Havers rose so swiftly that his chair flew back, hitting the wall. “You bastards. You don’t give a shit about anyone but your own kind. It’s the average working man that keeps this country --”

“Oh Lord, here we go singing the praises of the working man.” Allen sneered as he stood up. “I’m calling Security.”

“Good idea,” Jordan said. “We have somewhere else we need to be.”

Mr. Havers picked up his coffee and threw the lukewarm beverage at Jordan. He stormed to the door, yanking it open so hard it left a dent in the wall. “Don’t bother, I’m leaving. You both are nothing more than animals. If there’s any justice in this world, you’ll meet someone who will ruin the both of you the way you’ve ruined so many others.” The door slammed shut behind him.

“Yeah, right.” Allen looked at Jordan. “He got you good, didn’t he?”

“He’s nobody, less important than the dirt under my feet.” Jordan shrugged, annoyed. He used a napkin to blot his shirt. “Damn shirt probably costs more than everything he wore to this meeting.”

“I’d have to say he especially didn’t like you.”

“Now the feeling is mutual.” Jordan rolled his eyes as he tossed the napkin. “Like we care what happens to those employees. Come on, let’s get out of here. I’m going to have to change before we party.”

* * *

Jordan leaned on the railing, looking down at the wiggling mass below him. Lights flashed and music thumped as bodies writhed on the dance floor of Night Moves, a trendy upscale bar. The floor was crowded. It was Friday night, after all, and time to celebrate. “Do you see him, Allen?”

“No, I lost… wait. There he is. Yeah, I got him now. Damn, can we pick ‘em or what? Fuck, Jordan, I can’t wait to see him on his knees with my cock buried in his ass while he sucks you.”

Jordan scanned the crowd down on the dance floor until he found their prey. There he was. Poor Allen. He might want the guy, but he was just going to have to wait. Jordan planned on having that redhead’s ass first. He was, after all, the older brother.

Jordan’s smile faded. He’d hoped this one would be different. Over the last several months the hunt he and Allen had taken part in had become… boring.

He was bored. God, how ludicrous was that? He got all the ass he wanted, and still he was bored.

Maybe he was getting jaded, but the thrill was fading. The guys he and Allen picked up were all the same. They fell into their beds with hardly a whimper, got fucked, then went home. He wanted… Jordan exhaled silently. He didn’t know what he wanted. But he damn sure knew this lifestyle was getting old. It would be… nice… if he could find someone who fit his needs; someone who could stand on his own as easily as he did, but would give up control when he demanded. That was his idea of the perfect ideal man… right?

“So?” Allen nudged him, interrupting his thoughts.

The roving lights of the club wandered over their choice, his red hair shining for just that moment, and Jordan’s cock hardened. Both he and his brother had a thing for redheads. A smirk tilted his lips as he watched their prey’s body grind on the dance floor. He sincerely hoped their guy had freckles. He loved tracing those sexy little brown dots with his tongue while their chosen piece of ass cried out in pleasure.

Their friends, Hugh and Kain, didn’t get their fascination with gingers. They didn’t understand how well that pale skin showed marks… like those from his hand slapping down on an upturned ass.

“So… what?” Jordan so enjoyed winding his brother up.

He rested his elbows on the railing. For VIP’s, the club had a decadent, kinky side. The second level was members only, and membership was awarded on the basis of money, power, and prestige. The second level was where other jaded predators like he and his friends roamed. The bottom level -- the dance floor -- was where the fresh meat was displayed. After all, every predator needed prey.

“Don’t start that shit with me, Jordan. I’m not in the mood for games tonight,” Allen hissed. “We’ve scored once today, and I’m ready to celebrate.”

“Really? But isn’t that what this is? A game?”

M.A. Church

M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.

But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.

By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.

Links:

Blog http://machurch00.blogspot.com

Twitter https://twitter.com/nomoretears00

Facebook: M.A. Church http://www.facebook.com/pages/MA-Chur...

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5141393.M_A_Church

Thanks to M.A. Church, and to Chaus, for making this possible!

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Interview With a Demon

Never let it be said that I didn't give my all for my readers! I risked life and limb in order to interview this particular guest. With the permission of M.A. Church, I was able to speak to Asmodeus himself. It was a very interesting interview, to say the least. I'll tell you what he said, and then I'll let you get a glimpse into the book M.A. wrote about him.

Interview with a Demon

The name of the club is Nightmoves. I’ve never been here before, not surprisingly. I’m not exactly what you call a party animal. But this is where he wanted to meet, so I agreed. It’s not every day you get to interview a demon, right? So it’s probably best to go along with his program. Within reason.

I enter the club, my eyes adjusting to the dimness. People are dancing , writhing together on the dance floor under the sensually glowing lights, the bass line pulsing almost hypnotically. So, where is he, I wonder?

I skirt the outside of the dance floor, my steps leading me to a staircase and before I know it, I’ve followed it, almost instinctively. Once I reach the second floor, I notice that some people are standing, looking down at the dancers below, while others sit at tables: conversing, drinking, touching. The typical things you’d see in such a place.

And then I spot him. Sitting alone, his dark eyes riveted upon me. A chill runs up my spine, a tingle not entirely unpleasurable. He rises at my approach, although he doesn’t pull out my chair. Rather, he gestures toward it, and I take my seat, and turn on my voice recorder.

“Mr. Asmodeus?” I wish to verify his identity.

He smiles, revealing perfect white teeth. “Drop the mister,” he says as he assumes his seat.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me, Asmodeus,” I amend. “Why don’t you start by telling me a little bit about yourself?”

I smirked slightly. Did the author friend of Church’s really think I couldn’t smell her fear… and slight arousal? Good thing for her my mate was only interested in males. And I had promised Church I wouldn’t harm any of her author friends.

“So, you want to know about me, eh? Well, let’s see.” I smooth a stray strand of hair behind my ear, noticing that several humans follow the gesture. “I’m Asmodeus, Prince of the second level of Hell. People who fall to charms will be sentenced to an eternity in the second level of Hell. My name first appeared in the Book of Tobit.”

“Book of Tobit?” I wrinkle my brow in concentration. “I must have missed that book in Sunday School.” Goodness, he is rather attractive, if I do say so myself. Too bad he plays for the wrong team. His eyes are so… intense. Are all demons so good looking, or is it just him? “Second level? How does that work? The higher the level, the worse the offense that got you there to begin with?”

“The Book of Tobit is a book of scripture that’s part of the Catholic and Orthodox biblical canon.” I smile at her look. Hells Bells, did she say Sunday school? What a singular unpleasant thought. “Each circle's sinners are punished in a fashion fitting their crimes. Each sinner is afflicted for all of eternity by the chief sin he committed. People in Hell are people who tried to justify their sins and are unrepentant.

The Inferno, which the levels come from, represents the Christian soul seeing sin for what it really is, and the three beasts represent three types of sin: the self-indulgent, the violent, and the malicious. These three types of sin also provide the three main divisions of Dante's Hell: Upper Hell (the first 5 Circles) for the self-indulgent sins; Circles 6 and 7 for the violent sins; and Circles 8 and 9 for the malicious sins.”

“Ooh, that is so interesting.” I find myself leaning toward him, drawn toward those eyes. Is it getting hot in here? “I’m guessing that the self-indulgent sins includes sins of the flesh, yes? What are you favorite sins? And who are your favorite… sinners?”

“Oh yes, very much so. Sins of flesh are so… sinful.” I let my voice drop, drift. I so enjoyed how humans responded to me, but only one really inflamed me now. Did this sweet friend of Chuch’s know I’m an incubus?

“My favorite sin is cheating. Such a nasty little sin, so full of guilt and regret after the glow of forbidden sex is over. As far as favorite sinners… I’d have to say I love all sinners. Each has their own lovely taste. But my favorite sinner is Kain, otherwise known as Ice… or my mate. Such a shocking cold and deviously uncaring human he is. Well, he was… before I killed him and breathed my essence back into him.” I wondered how Ms Hayes would take that.

Wow, my mind runs wild, and oh the visuals… “You… breathed your essence back into him?” I clear my throat. It’s suddenly gone very raspy. “Is this some new form of mouth to mouth? I’d be interested in learning, if you have the time?” Ah, the things I do for my readers.

Laughing slightly, I watch as the lights at the club reflect off the ruby in my ring. The ruby I wear signifies my station in Hell, just as the ruby Kain wears around his neck warns that he’s mine. “Mouth to mouth, what an interesting concept.” I lean closer, drawing the prey across the table from me nearer. “My kiss is deadly; I feed off sexual energy, my dear little author. So, unless you want to die and be condemned to my level of Hell, I’d suggest there be no demonstrations.”

I watch as the blood drains from her face and she jerks back. “Oh yes, I think I should also add that Kain is the only one I’ve ever shared my essence with. I took his life, but gave him back the ability to still live—sort of. My master gave me the right to claim a mate, if I could one that fit my needs. Kain fits that need.”

Damn. Why are the good ones always married or gay? Story of my life. I manage to gather my shredded dignity as best I can and file Mr. Hot and Sexy under Unattainable in my CV. Oh well, let’s move on.

“So, does this mean you’ve become monogamous? Will we be hearing wedding bells in the near future? Have you registered yet?” Where do demons register? And what do you get the man who has everything? Asbestos pajamas? Suddenly the image of him without anything on at all pops into my mind, and my eyes widen. I pick up a napkin from the table and fan myself? Where is that waitress? I could use a drink. Or ten.

“Monogamous?” A smirk crossed my face. “Hardly. That would defeat the purpose of what I am, what I do. You see, Kain and I have an understanding. He gets to…” Suddenly I lean back in my chair, impressed. I’d let myself forget there for a moment. “Well done, Ms. Hayes. I almost gave away something very important in the book. Sneaky of you.”

My lips tilt up, the first real smile since I sat down. Well now, sneaky I could respect. “If the readers want to know more, tell them to read the story. Church doesn’t have a temper, not really, but when she screams…” I shudder inelegantly. “She screams very loudly. And long. Oh Satan’s Horns… and the tears! Believe me, she did enough of that while writing this book.”

I wave my hand at Ms. Hayes, my shirt falling back to expose the tat on my wrist. “Before you ask, she had trouble writing something so dark. And my story is very dark.” I wink, can’t help myself. “And very sexy.”

Sexy. I definitely have to second that idea. I begin to understand how he bends people to his will. I think at this moment, I’d do anything he asked of me. Any chance he’s a switch hitter? Ah, hope springs eternal… I find myself reaching for his hand. “Nice ink. Care to share what it means?” His skin feels nice… and warm…

“Ah, if only you knew what happens to those that see the tat in its full glory.” I see Kain walking up the stairs that lead to the second level where we’re sitting, and he has… well, it’s time to get to work.

“But seeing the tat wouldn’t be a good idea. May I say I’ve enjoyed our time together, Ms. Hayes? Much more than I thought I would. Maybe one day I’ll introduce you to Chaus and Tobis. They’re friends of mine… of a sort. I must go now: things to do and people to kill, you know. Good evening, Ms. Hayes and to the readers. Take care of yourself and beware. Always beware. You never know what is hiding in the shadows.”

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The perfect mate for a cold-hearted human with no redeeming qualities? A prince of hell, who else?

My latest release, Lust and Ice, is a M/M Dark Desires novella and out now from Razor's Edge Press, a Changeling Press LLC Imprint. Yes, this is one of my dark stories. :) And yes, lol, there's a HEA—of a sort. When dealing with a Prince of Hell things can get twisted. So, there's HEA... then there's this kind of HEA.

LOL.

Two more novella's spin off this book and the Bad Boys Club. In Lust and Ice you'll meet Kain's friends—Hugh, Jordan, and Allen—and they're as bad as Kain. Jordan and Allen's book will be next in the series.

Buy link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1932

Blurb:

They call him Ice. Kain's a spoiled rich man's son with money to burn. An endless parade of men through his bedroom has left him empty and wanting. When he and his friends meet at their usual nightclub and place bets on who'll score for the evening, Kain eyes a sexy stranger. Electricity jumps between them, and Ice decides the handsome man will be in his bed screaming out his pleasure before the night is through.

Dark and deadly desires are Asmodeus' calling cards. Those that fall to his wicked ways are doomed to an eternity of unfulfilled lust in the second level of hell. This is no man to be played with... because this is no man. He's the Prince of Lust, one of the seven princes of hell. And he's been granted the right to take a mate by his master, Lucifer. He's searched through the ages for the one that will satisfy his sinful needs, but none have made the cut.

Until now.

The Bad Boys club has picked the wrong targets this time -- hell's come to claim its own.

Excerpt:

Asmodeus toyed with his straw as he glanced over the crowd on the dance floor. There were a few that caught his eye, but nothing that got his blood pumping. His appearance not only fit in at Night Moves, but called certain types to him, preferably men. For the last hundred years he had taken to seducing the males of the human race.

“Mmm, there’s something about taking a strong man and bending him to my will, having him first beg not to be fucked…” He ran a hand down his chest, drawing several pairs of eyes, and shivered. “Then later beg to be fucked.”

Frowning, he glanced over the dance floor again; he damn sure wasn’t going to get lucky sitting on his ass up here. He smoothed his hair behind his ear and a brilliant, sizable ruby stub flashed, as did the ruby in his signet ring on his left hand. He looked down at the tribal tattoo that started on his right wrist and extended up his arm. Thanks to the shirt, no one could see the tattoo snake over his shoulder and unto his neck. It also meandered down from his shoulder and covered the right side of his chest, then continued to his groin.

His dick was thick, but not overly long, and covered in small knots. There the tattoo crossed over his body and continued down his left ankle. Those that saw the tattoo in its full glory were already doomed, although they didn’t know it. Once his prey submitted to him, the end was never far behind. The fear in their eyes and the frightened begging that came from the lips of his prey as he drained them always excited him, made his orgasm much more intense.

The problem was that once he finished feeding the pleasure was gone, and loneliness bombarded him.

Now the mindless pleasure, the thrill of the hunt and his prey’s fear were no longer enough. He wanted -- Satan help him -- he wanted a mate. Someone who would belong to him ‘til the end of time. He’d made his wishes known to his lord and was granted the right to take a human, if he found one that fit his needs. So far no such human had been found, and he had looked -- extensively.

A perfectly shaped eyebrow raised above wickedly sinful eyes. Several men and women had played the game and fallen for his dark looks -- they regretted it eternally.

He was no man to be played with… because he was no man.

Shifting in his chair, his eyes landed on a group of humans across the openness of the second floor. A new mortal joined them, another male. There was a restlessness that shimmered around him that snagged Asmodeus’s attention. This one appealed to him, very much so. Even with the noise of the crowds and the thumping bass of the music, he could hear them. The longer he listened to the one named Kain, the more his dick swelled.

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