Friday, March 23, 2012

It's Friday...

And A Thirst to Die For is now available at Changeling Press.



Nolan, at war with one of Satan's sons, has absolute control of his surroundings and his life. He doesn't have time to play. But when a woman enters his domain smelling of pure joy and goodness, he decides to make some time -- and his own life changes. Hell is coming to pay him a visit, and he's about to lose control. Here's a taste:





He hated these trips to Hell. It was too damn hot.
“Sorry to interrupt your pleasure. Have a seat.” Satan turned from staring at the magnificent portrait of an angel hanging across from his throne of thorns. “Gargoyles do have the sweetest cum don’t they, Nolan?”
“I like cum. Mine, yours, and anyone else’s.”
“Hmm. I think I liked yours too, but it’s been so long, I don’t remember.”
Nolan smiled. “Want to remedy that? I still got a load.” He fondled his balls.
The devil’s eyes turned red and shot stinging bolts of light into his chest. His shirt smoldered and the stench of burnt skin hung in the air. “Peris needs more power.”
“I know that.” Nolan refused to give Satan the pleasure of seeing his pain. Damn, his skin burned like hell.
“What should I give him? Hell-fire or…”
“I don’t give a fuck. Just make sure it’ll stop Bane or any other of his bastard brothers who surface.” The scent of his burning flesh dissipated, leaving Nolan to wonder for the millionth time how the room always smelled so fresh when they were surrounded by dead, rotting flesh, and the constant burning of the damned. Nolan chose to sit in a chair that stood far from the humongous stone door.
Hell’s Gate.
“Maybe some of his mother’s power?” Satan pondered.
“Don’t fuck with me.”
“You still remain as clean as the driven snow in some eyes.” Satan continued staring at the picture.
“Yeah, right, snow that’s been pissed on.” Nolan stretched his legs out. “Make Bane return the woman.”
“And if she doesn’t want to return?” Satan pivoted around and smiled broadly.
He was a handsome motherfucker, and Nolan’s cock came alive at the memory of what they’d once shared.
“If anything happened to Peris, his mother wouldn’t be happy. Therefore, I’d be unhappy,” Satan reminded Nolan. Crossing the room, he sat on his throne and leaned forward. “I will give him power to keep his brothers at bay only if you remain as his mentor.”
“As if I had a choice.”
“Then we’re good.” Satan stood and walked to the door. He gazed at Nolan. “Our universe and those in it constantly change. Usually for the better.”
Nolan rose and strolled to the portrait. Touching the beautiful face, he asked, “If that’s true, why hasn’t he let you come home?”
Satan shrugged. “You will soon have a new Slayer.” Pausing for a long moment, he added, “I have fond memories of you also.”
The huge door swung open on a blast of heat that nearly knocked the vampire to his knees before it screeched shut behind Satan. Lust slashed through Nolan. “Bastard.”
Satan’s voice echoed in his mind. I’ll aways remember how sweet you tasted.

Growl and roar--it's okay to let the beast out.-J. Hali Steele

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