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.”
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.
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.
Bio:
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.
Where
to find me:
Twitter @nomoretears00
Thanks for letting me borrow Asmodeus, M.A., he's one hot demon!
Until next time, take care!
♥ Julie
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