There’s no Heaven like Hell.
Faced with losing Pandora Productions as well as her best friend Rebecca to the smarmy Paul, savvy film executive Debbie makes a pact with the demon Shaker, agreeing to bind herself to him as his human master in return for killing Paul and securing Pandora’s future. Yet even as Pandora gains accolades and renown, Debbie’s strong resolve begins to crumble under the weight of her actions. And the pleasure she finds in Shaker’s arms is becoming more than sex.
Is Debbie doomed to lose her heart as well as her soul to a demon who has only been waiting for the chance to claim both?
“You create the scenes and conditions for movies. I don’t see why the deal can’t go through, Debbie.”
“That’s Ms. Deal,” Debbie corrected scathingly, glaring at the Titan Pictures representative. “I handle all the production decisions at Pandora. My team and I initiate, co-ordinate, supervise and control everything from fund-raising to hiring key personnel to arranging for distributors.” Her tone turned icy to drive the point home. “In other words, I have ultimate creative control, something your contract neglects to mention.”
“Let me be to the point, since you’re being so frank,” the executive said, his tone now hostile. “Titan wants Pandora, with you or without you. Make it easy, and you stand to get most of the perks that Rebecca detailed out. Fight us, and you’ll not only be out of a job, Ms. Deal, but you’ll also be blacklisted.”
“Get out,” Debbie growled. “Now.”
The executive gave her a shake of his head coupled with a sorrowful look, then sauntered out of her office. Debbie gritted her teeth, her hands clenched into fists in her lap.
Her secretary Amanda came in. “Your 10 o’clock is here. Do you want me to have him wait for a while?”
God, it had taken all her will not to bean that bastard with her office plant. “No, Amanda,” Debbie said with a sigh. “Show him in.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, Debbie, what’s the word?” Amanda asked. “We all heard about the proposed announcement at the New Year’s party, but then Paul disappeared and Rebecca—”
“I don’t want to sell to Titan,” Debbie admitted. “I’m not going through with it. They aren’t pleased, which is why that prick keeps coming back here each week.”
“Why not?” Amanda asked. “Not that I want to look for a new job, but you could make out like a bandit.”
“Because money isn’t everything,” Debbie said staunchly. “I love what I do, Amanda. I am not giving that up.”
Amanda nodded and smiled, yet it was in her blank gaze that she didn’t understand. “I’ll show in Mr. Triss.”
Debbie looked through her papers, then brought out Mr. Triss’s resume. The man may have had a girly-sounding name, but there was nothing girly about his accomplishments. If he’d done even half of what he claimed, he’d be an asset she could make good use of. The only thing odd on his resume was that he had no first name listed at all, not even an initial.
The door opened, and a lithe man stepped inside, his suit of grey wool looking so new he might have bought it right before the interview.
“Please sit down, Mr. Triss,” Debbie said, indicating the empty chair opposite her desk.
The man smiled, and sat down easily, leaning back and staring at her. Debbie stared back at him, unnerved but also intrigued at his blatant confidence.
“Do you want me to start the interview?” Mr. Triss said finally. “I’m happy to expound on my qualifications.”
“Tell me your first name, Mr. Triss.”
The man smiled uncomfortably. “I’d prefer to go just by my last name, if that’s okay.”
“That’s fine,” Debbie replied. “But I want to know it to satisfy my curiosity.”
“Rack,” the man said, shifting uncomfortably. “But I must stipulate that you not call me that if I’m hired.”
God, he was odd. Debbie was already sure she wasn’t going to hire him, but the last thing she wanted was to antagonize a potential maniac. “Agreed. Please tell me a little about yourself, Mr. Triss.”
For the next half hour, Debbie asked various questions and Rack answered them. His attitude was polite, and his replies precise and knowledgeable. When she gave him the usual “we’ll call you” speech, he just gave her a wink, and smiled. She breathed a sigh of relief, then told Amanda to show in the next candidate.
At the close of the day, Debbie rubbed her eyes and looked over the interviewees. Mr. Triss—aka Rack—was the clear choice for her new acquisitions manager. Yet there was something unnerving about him, reminding her of someone who’d wronged her years ago. And that was besides all that weirdness about him not giving her his first name. She’d go with the second name on the list, a woman named Sheila Bernard. Maybe she hadn’t had all the experience that Mr. Triss had, but her behavior had raised no red flags.
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A DEMON…OR TWO
Greetings! I’m Tara Fox Hall, and I’m here today to promote my new dark paranormal romance called A Good Year, the first in the Unhallowed Love Series. My novel’s male lead is not the normal shifter, vampire, or magical creature, he’s a demon with reddish skin, short black horns sometimes hidden in wild black hair, and a furred lower half, complete with black hooves.
Demons have been a part of my writing from my first paranormal romance book, Promise Me. Terian, a half-demon/half-faerie, is introduced as the main villain of the story. This series also features Titus, Terian’s demon father, a sorcerer who tries to do good when he’s not actively torturing his vampire master Devlin. R.I.P. stands for Rest In Peace, an epitaph found on tombstones, but it also is the nickname of Titus’s flaky younger brother, whose only talent seems to be getting himself in trouble. Rip got his nickname from all the priests and do-gooders who keep sending him back to Hell with that parting comment. Then there’s Shaker, Titus’s seeped-in-the-blackness older brother, who became the male romantic lead for A Good Year. Yes, I picked the evilest one of the demon bunch as my romantic lead. What’s the point of finding redemption in love if the sins you’ll need solace for aren’t huge? I don’t want some pure as the driven snow Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet. I want someone to get down and dirty with, an alpha male who is going to make me laugh before and after he makes me come. I want some high cold walls insulating his heart to the point I wonder if he has one, because when he finally does show some emotion the feelings are all the stronger for being repressed so long. Lastly, I wanted from this hero maybe the one thing lacking in all paranormal romances until now: total understanding. Readers, how many of you in relationships often end up in a fight with your significant other because she or he misunderstood something you did or said? When your significant other is a demon you’re bonded to, that can’t happen. The demon and you share a mind link; he can feel your thoughts, your emotions, and your fears, even communicate telepathically. He knows exactly where you’re coming from. Moreover, he’s duty-bound by the bond to protect you, lest he get sent back to Hell.
Never tried a demon-themed paranormal romance? There’s a first time for everything, friends. There’s not better time to sample a demon…or two.
Tara Fox Hall’s writing credits include nonfiction, erotica, horror, suspense, action-adventure, children’s stories, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal fantasy Lash series and the paranormal romantic drama Promise Me series. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice. All of her published children’s stories to date are free reads on www.childrens-stories.net.
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