“Demon hunter, switch with me. She is coming and your father can’t know what we’ve done.”
Sully was now in control and didn’t have time to gather his wits before she ran her hands up and down his torso. He was uncomfortable but didn’t respond to show it. He needed to figure out what had happened, but first fend her off. She was a demon, but beautiful as well.
“Demon hunter, you finally came down here,” she said in a raspy voice as her fingers twirled her hair. Her tongue gave him a little flick in the most sensual way.
He looked at her. Those lips, her eyes, her voice. Intoxicating. She ran her hands all over him, and was quite forceful in her grip, just tight enough to arouse him. Sully tried to stop her, but she threw him against the wall and pushed him onto the floor. She crawled her way on top of him with her face stopping right at his belt. Her hands were toying with his belt while she was breathing slightly heavy.
“Who the hell are you?”
“I’m whomever you want me to be. Do you want me to be her? Or do you want me to be him?” Slowly, her hands moved to undo his belt buckle, while her tongue moved around her lips in the most tempting of ways. Her eyes never left his. Her body shifted slowly to the left and right, enticing him even more.
“Why do I feel that you’re toying with me, demon?”
“Would you prefer me to be your nightmare or your fantasy?”
She lifted his shirt, exposing his abs. She kissed his stomach in so many places and in the sexiest of ways. He could feel her fingernails lightly scratch against his skin. His mind did not recall the vows he made before, nor did he recall the thought of Mick or the bartender. He was enjoying the moment. His body was responding to her. He tried to pull her face close to his to kiss her.
Finally, his lips met hers.
“Why are you doing this? I’m… I’m the son of Asmodeus.”
“Oh, demon hunter, you are much more than that, and you know it. I know who you really are. I am so curious about you.”
Before she could finish, Sully was lost in her trance. But the soul eater was not. The soul eater fought f11or control and won over him. Through his eyes, the soul eater stared at the demon. His eyes pierced into her, and she must’ve recognized him because she whispered, “Soul eater.”He just laughed at her and pulled her closer to him, kissing her back with such intensity that she wiggled out of his grasp. She couldn’t break free. But his hands only tightened their grasp and as he held onto her tightly, his body still was responding to her. He was aroused. She tried to hold the soul eater down with her legs and he felt the power in her ankles, but he took his legs and spread them, causing her legs to separate while she remained on top of him.
Monday, February 20, 2023
Friday, February 17, 2023
Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview
1. Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
Janda Gray is a hybrid shifter who is part wolf and part were-cat. She is the child of a forbidden relationship between rival groups. After her mother died during childbirth, her father died of a broken heart. Janda was raised by her uncle in his wolf pack.
She spent most of her life not truly fitting in. Her pack bond was weak. She was taunted by one wolf in particular, but she kept forging her way in the world. Her stubbornness and strong will made her a perfect fit to become a bounty hunter for the paranormal society.
Bounty Huntress depicts the start of something bigger and potentially more rewarding for Janda. She has tough choices to make and heavy prices to pay. Once she steps inside the paranormal hotel, there’s no going back.
2. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
I do believe in paranormal energies. There is something that exists beyond our sight. I’ve lost several people very close to more over the years. While writing Brimstone, book two in the Sleepy Hollow Hunter series, I lost my mother. I struggled with guilt for the medical decisions I had to make on her behalf. Did I do right by her or not? After she died, she came to me and kissed my cheek. I knew she was fine with how we handled her end-of-life care.
3. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
I have a new story coming out June 15 that is part of the Shift ‘N’ Howl anthology now up for preorder. My story is called WOLF’S BANE. The character, Kylie Quinn is in trouble. She can’t shift.
A SHIFTER WHO CAN'T SHIFT. SMALL-TOWN SECRETS EXPOSED. A LOVE THAT HANGS IN THE BALANCE. The preorder link is: https://books2read.com/wolf-s-bane
I also have a spin-off with one of the characters in Pirate Lover’s Curse, book three of the Sleepy Hollow Hunter series. Librarian For Hire will launch a new series of paranormal investigations that I’m super excited about. It’s not up for preorder yet. Here’s a sneak peek at the cover.
It’s been a pleasure to be on your blog today. Thank you so much!
Thank YOU so much! Let's take a look at this novel now...
Excerpt:“Why does anything pertaining to you have to come with extra baggage?” Uncle Damon said. His dominant pack power surged, affecting the others nearby and making them restless.The air crackled with his energy. I held my ground. His words stung, but he’d never hear me say it. I’d had lots of practice over the years keeping my hurt from showing, but at this moment, I lashed out with a barb of my own.“I’m just lucky that way. Kind of like you.” I tapped the desk with my fingertips, knowing he hated it and narrowed my eyes at him.He sure as hell had his own baggage when it came to relationships and pack bonds, especially when it came to anything with my mother.“If the two of you are done poking at one another, I’d like to move on to the pertinent issue of the cursed map,” Sebastian said. He stood a good foot away from his desk and peered down at the map as if it might explode.Everyone had a hands-off approach to the map after I’d blurted out that it was cursed.“It won’t curse you just by touching it,” I said. “At least, not from what Gwenn or I could tell. It has a hidden layer that will attack you if you try to force it out in the open.”“That’s just great,” Mutther said. “I suppose you found out firsthand?”“Not me. Gwenn did. I was the innocent bystander.”“Right. How innocent?” Nick said. He moved to Mutther’s side and viewed the map from farther away. Neither of them was taking any chances.Not that I blamed them. They had suffered from being too near me in the past. Mutther was still rebuilding his bar.
Tuesday, February 14, 2023
The door closed behind them, shutting off the bar's karaoke racket, the sudden silence startling. Mat walked down the sidewalk without touching Kasper.
Mat hated that he'd ruined their night. It was a heartfelt moment out of a romantic movie, and he'd screwed it up by getting distracted over something that shouldn't matter.
"I'm sorry," Mat said.
"For what?" Kasper unlocked the car.
"I didn't handle that very well." Mat nodded back toward the bar.
"I think that was my fault. We're not really at the love song phase. I was so into performing, I didn't think."
"It wasn't the song. It was me." Mat took Kasper's hand. "I should have been flattered that a man
I really like was singing to me about how he feels, but I was too busy thinking about other stuff."
"Like how a guy with a collection of gold records was on stage performing a song meant just for me and how that instantly made me the coolest person in the room. One public performance, and it all went to my head."
The smile started as a twitch in his lips and grew to a grin, melting Kasper's knotted expression.
"Is that why you're upset?"
"That I've spent all this time telling myself your fame doesn't matter, and the first chance I have to prove it, I focus on nothing but that? Yes. I'm upset. What if I've been lying to myself — to you this whole time?"
"You're being too hard on yourself." Kasper caressed Mat's cheek with the back of his fingers.
"Trust me. You haven't lied to either of us."
"How do you know that? I don't even know that anymore." He tried to slide his hand from Kasper's.
Kasper held on to him. "Because I know how it looks when all someone wants from me is bragging rights. This was my fault. I was showing off. I made a public display of what I feel for you. What I should have done was hold you close," Kasper wrapped an arm around his back and pulled Mat against him, "taken advantage of the dance floor," Kasper held their tangle of fingers to his own chest, "and sung it in your ear." Kasper danced with him there on the sidewalk.
Kasper crooned the chorus to him again, quiet and low. This time when he melted, there was no self-absorbed burst of frivolous pride to mangle it. Eyes closed, he heard footsteps pass nearby and ignored them. That was their moment. It had nothing to do with anyone else.
Kasper punctuated the song's last word with a kiss to Mat's ear, humming the final few notes.
Mat couldn't help smiling.
"Better?" Kasper asked, his voice still low.
Mat shook off the apology. "Me, too." He rested his chin on Kasper's shoulder. "What happened to us not being at the love song phase?"
"I guess we are, after all."
Friday, February 3, 2023
Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview
Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
Fifteen-year-old Paul Chapman lived in a dry cabin in the Alaskan wilderness with his father, mother, and twin sister. He enjoyed hunting with his father, fishing at the nearby river, and hiking in the woods. When alien demons captured him and teleported him along with his mother and sister to Hell (a nearby desert planet in the Demonic Empire), he learns that he only has two choices: live as a useful and obedient slave or die and become demon food.
Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
No, but I definitely love writing paranormal stories (e.g., see my anthology, A Cauldron of Uncanny Dreams), reading paranormal books, and watching paranormal movies and TV shows. I also make hand-crafted one-of-a-kind magic wands, many of which I have sold to members of the Wicca community.
What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
I am currently working on Hell Holes 5: Insurrection. It begins where Hell Holes: A Slave’s Revenge ends and tells the story of the human and other alien slaves’ rebellion against their demon masters. I am also writing additional short stories for the second edition of my anthology, A Cauldron of Uncanny Dream. Finally, I am writing short stories for my science fiction anthology, Future Dreams and Nightmares.
MY NAME IS PAUL CHAPMAN. When I was just fifteen years old, a band of demonic aliens murdered my father and captured my mother, sister, and me. These vicious creatures — the source of humanity’s myths of devils, imps, and hellhounds — took us through a hidden portal to Hell, the nearest planet to Earth in their vast empire. I spent the next twenty-three years there as their slave.
I was rescued during the Armageddon War and became the only captive human to ever escape from Hell. Over the following months, members of the US military and various specialists spent countless hours interviewing and debriefing me to learn everything I knew about Hell and the demons. They provided a therapist to help me recover from my horrendous experiences and adjust to my new life back on Earth. She recommended I document my life as a slave. This book is my story: the autobiography of my life as a slave on Hell.
The Hunt-Chapter 1
MY PARENTS, Robert and Mary Chapman, met while first-year students at the University of Alaska, Fairbanks. He studied wildlife biology while she studied anthropology, concentrating her studies on the history and culture of the native Inuit. Although they had grown up in the Lower 48, they fell in love with Alaska and decided to remain after graduating.
Dad had hoped to obtain a job as a wildlife biologist, but such jobs were rare and paid little. Mom hadan even harder time finding suitable work. So, when my maternal grandfather died two years later, my parents decided to use her modest inheritance to buy a dry cabin and live a subsistence lifestyle. They would hunt caribou and moose, trap small game for furs and food, and fish for salmon during spawning season.
Mom and Dad eventually bought a cabin on the north shore of the Kobuk River. Only seven miles upstream of the tiny town of Kobuk, the house was close enough to make buying provisions easy. The town’s simple landing strip also made visiting relatives practical and would enable evacuation in case of a medical emergency.
Miles from their nearest neighbors, the cabin was also isolated enough to offer all the seclusion a family could ever want. Nestled between the nearby river and the Brooks Range a few miles to the north, my parents had found the home of their dreams.
My twin sister, Sarah, and I were born a few years later, and we grew up in some of the most beautiful land imaginable. The chores were many, the work was hard, but the rewards of freedom and the wilderness’s majesty made the hardships well worthwhile. I loved the life and couldn’t imagine ever leaving it.
This story begins when Sarah and I were fifteen. It was early August, and the Chinook salmon were running up the river to spawn. After breakfast, Mom and Sarah were going fishing. Dad and I had built a fish wheel, an ingenious tool that automatically catches the salmon. An underwater fence forces some of the fish towards the wheel that the river’s current turns. Baskets attached to the wheel’s rim scoop up the fish and dump them into a box. Mom and Sarah were going to carry the salmon back to the cabin, clean them, and hang them up over a fire in our smokehouse. Their work would ensure we would have plenty of smoked salmon to eat during the long Alaskan winter.
While they were fishing, Dad and I would hunt moose and check our traps for small game. We took our rifles and headed upriver away from town. We left our dog, Sergeant, behind so her barking would warn Mom and Sarah of any bear that might be attracted by the smell of our fish.
We started by checking our traps, but they were empty. Not a single one had been tripped. And we didn’t spot any small game even though we didn’t talk, and we walked carefully to avoid making any unnecessary noise.
When it was nearing lunchtime, we turned around and headed back to our cabin. This time, instead of following the river trail, we hiked up towards the nearby mountains forming the southern edge of the Brooks Range. As before, the area seemed completely devoid of animal life, which was pretty unusual. We’d typically see something, even if it was too far away or on the far side of the river.
About halfway home, we spotted the remains of a bull moose that had been recently killed.
Because the bears were busy with the salmon, we initially thought it had been brought down by wolves. But it wasn’t. Enormous chunks of flesh had been removed in single bites, and the bites’ edges were too clean to have been made by wolves or bears.
It was strange that we couldn’t identify the tracks in the soft ground around the carcass. There were many large and small hoof prints, but they were shorter and rounder than moose and elk tracks.
Stranger still were the giant paw prints from the carnivore that had brought down the moose.
Easily twice the length of wolf prints, they had only three toes, and the separate claw marks were much longer than wolf or even bear claws. Dad, the biologist, was stumped. The prints didn’t seem to belong to any Alaskan wild animal or to any animal for that matter. The only tracks he could think of that were even somewhat similar were those of ostriches, emus, and cassowaries.
But the claw marks were too short for ostrich and emu tracks, and the cassowary only has one claw that long, not three.
“Dad, how about a really big dog?” I asked. “Maybe a Newfoundland had lost a toe.”
Dad shook his head. “Can’t be. See how the toes are arranged symmetrically? And besides, why would a dog have the same toe removed on each paw?”
“What about a dinosaur?” I suggested jokingly.
Dad actually considered it for a second before answering, “You know, it does look a little like a theropod footprint. It might have been a reasonable hypothesis if it weren’t for the little fact they’re all extinct except for the birds. No, this has to be a hoax. Someone’s trying to start a rumor about a strange beast roaming the Alaskan wilderness. Probably wants to draw tourists hoping to catch sight of the mythological creature.”
“But Dad, what about the bite marks?”
“My guess is that they used a curved knife to make them. Still, whoever did it did a good job.
They had me going for a bit. Come on, let’s head home and tell the girls about our mysterious find.”
So, we hiked back to the cabin and had lunch with Mom and Sarah. They told us about the baskets of fish they had caught and cleaned. We told them about the moose kill we’d stumbled on, the strange tracks, and the huge bite marks. Mom agreed with Dad that it wouldprobably turn out to be a hoax, but Sarah wasn’t sure what to think.
After lunch, Dad and I headed out again to see if we’d have any better luck hunting. We didn’t.
The animals, both big and small, were still missing, and we were once more forced to come back empty-handed. I did, however, carry my camera with me and took some pictures of our find. For a laugh, I figured I would upload them onto Facebook the next time I was back in town where I could get internet service.