Pages: 101 pages
Publisher: Beachwalk Press on September 2011
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance (+18 Only)
Series: The Sex Demon Trilogy #1
Amazon: Buy / $5.74 (Kindle)( EU price, click to see yours )
Barnes & Noble: Buy / $2.99 (Nook)
"Zahra proves that sex demons do it better as she goes from captive to captivator.
Sex Demon Zahra Aniron is a closet romantic. Too bad she spends her time having hot, kinky sex with paying strangers. But she needs the money to pay off her sister's debt to wizard thugs. There could be worse things than getting paid for pleasure, especially since a sex demon needs climax to survive.
As a blacksmith, Lennox Aegros puts his fury to good use pounding steel into swords. When he arrives at a new town, his real cause for being there isn't to sell weaponry, it's for revenge. When he finds the succubus he's been searching for, her beauty means he can mix business with pleasure. But the joke's on Lennox, because as he succeeds in torturing his victim by repeatedly bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then denying her the release that she so desperately needs, he realizes that Zahra's slow demise means the breaking of a heart he didn't think he had." ~ From Goodreads
Content Warning: strong language, graphic sex, light BDSM scenes...
How to Celebrate Like an Erotica Author
by Jaye Shields
Hello there, readers! My name is Jaye and recently, the coolest thing happened. I received my first contract ever as an author. I knew this day would come eventually, but having it be for a book titled Confessions of a Sex Demon makes the whole adventure a bit…steamier.
So how does one celebrate when they receive a contract offer for their first erotic novella? Champagne and leopard panties.
I’m saving the Dom Perignon moment for my release party. Contracts call for Sophia Coppola and her festive, delicious bubbly. The pink wrap around the elegant bottle just screams, “She writes romance.” Every writer should treat themselves to a bottle of Sophia’s champagne.
My leopard "contract celebration" panties weren’t just any leopard panties. Of course, every writer, every woman owns at least one pair of those. Oh no. These were the kind of lacey, tacky, stringy leopard-print scraps that one couldn’t figure out how to put on if they tried. When my aunt ( a flight attendant ) got word of my contract, she went shopping during her layover for the perfect gift. Behold, a tiny stand in Bangkok just happened to be selling scandalous undies. The shopkeeper tried to explain to my aunt the inner workings of the tiny strings and how to fasten them. I may be an erotica author, but I have the sneaking suspicion that if I ever tried to unfasten said panty strings, the tiny scrap would never get pieced back together.
To all my fellow authors out there, what have you done to celebrate contracts? Anyone else get hot lingerie?
P.S. Don’t forget to buy Confessions of a Sex Demon, for without that steamy read, there would be no leopard-print thong!
XOXO Jaye Shields
Born and raised in the grunge capitol, she took her love of music and poetry from the Pacific Northwest to California. Now she lives in Alameda, a quaint island town in the Bay Area.
With a degree in Anthropology-emphasis in Archaeology, she’s itching to climb some more pyramids. When she’s not writing, she’s either at her day-job or taking long walks along the Alameda beach and gazing at the outline of San Francisco in the distance. Oh yes, and her heart can generally be found in Paris...
Zahra woke to a sharp pinch against her skin. She tried to peel open her eyelids, but they were heavy stones. She wanted to touch her eyes, but her arms moved nowhere. Fear caused her lids to fly open only to realize that she was indeed strapped down.
The perpetrator smiled, but it was subtle. Very subtle. His tan skin was darker in the dim room. His blue irises appeared so light that his eyes became demonic charcoals glaring at her in the shadowy room. He finished strapping her foot down.
“Do you like your accommodations, demon?”
“You should have asked Bane for help decorating. He’s also very good at the dark, gloomy dungeon thing.” She’d hoped to sound feisty, but instead, her voice was nothing more than a pitiful rasp.
“Since you’re used to your mouth being filled, I’ll help you.” Lennox stood over her. She never took her eyes from his intense frown as he tied a scarf around her mouth. He pulled it tight enough to cut into the edges of her mouth. Zahra did her best to smash his fingers into the cold metal table she was strapped to. Unfortunately, the back of her head missed its mark and thunked hard against the steel.
At least she could still see what was taking place. Fear coursed through her. She barely knew this man and she couldn’t imagine what he had in store for her. She was a succubus, used to kinky requests, and most men knew they didn’t need to kidnap her for such a session. She watched Lennox’s tall form cross the mostly empty room. The only furniture was a small table. Probably where he kept his—
Scissors. Lennox turned toward her with a pair in his hand. As he walked in her direction, he looked entirely too innocent to be foreboding. His blond hair was a stark contrast against his tan skin. She’d felt his muscles earlier and they were those of an intense lover, not a fighter. Clearly this guy was tweaked. He was hot as hell and normally she liked freaky guys. If he hadn’t insulted her ever since they first met, they might’ve even had a chance. No charge.
Lennox stood between her legs and she could barely see him from her tight bondage against the table. The cold metal of the scissors slipped under her corset. As the fabric began falling away, the soft groan of the metal cutting through thick black fabric echoed in the empty room. Her tight top became looser with every passing second. Heat crept into her body. Good news: she had the feeling this guy could make her come. Hard. The bad news: she was kidnapped by a psychopath and no one knew where she was.
Maybe he’s a trap-and-set-free kind of psychopath. Love ’em and leave ’em.
“Your body betrays you. You crave your abductor, don’t you, succubus?”
She avoided his gaze by staring at the ceiling. Zahra could feel the heat from his intense appraisal of her body as he guided the shears across her pants. Apparently, he was leaving no clothes for her to try to escape in. It was becoming clearer by the moment that he had no plans for her to leave.
Confessions of a Sex Demon: Available now from Beachwalk Press,
Claiming of a Sex Demon: Dec. 2012.
Addictions of a Sex Demon: Feb. 2013
Secrets of the Fog: Oct 2012 from Crimson Romance,
Secrets of the Sky: Feb. 2013,
Secrets of the Jaguar: June 2013 from Crimson Romance