Desire roused the demon within him...
Wanting to live freely as a human, half-incubus Tristan flees the Wardens. Broke and starving, he accepts Cory's offer of a paid photo shoot, never dreaming he'd find a man with whom he could be aroused and erotic in his own body without having to submit to his demonic half.
Psychically sensitive Cory didn't meet Tristan by accident; he volunteered to find the beautiful, exotic man for his patron. Cory had never before been able to touch a man without discomfort and soon can't stop, but the hotter the sex gets, the more he can sense the darkness Tristan is trying desperately to escape.
Cory will do anything to keep Tristan safe, even if it means going against both his patron and the Wardens. Cory must learn how to soothe the demon--and to love the man within.
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January 17, 2011
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Excerpt from Demon's Dance by Evey Brett
San Diego 2011
Tristan clung to Laurence as they crossed the dance floor of Au Pair, one of the nightclubs Laurence owned and operated. Music pounded so loudly one had to scream to be heard. The press of swaying, sexy bodies called to his demon, the incubus half that Tristan feared. For two days Laurence had withheld the meds that controlled the demon and had instead relied on his skill as a Warden to manipulate Tristan and his demon as he wished.
"Here we are." Laurence stopped at a locked door. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door to reveal a set of stairs. "We're going to have fun tonight."
Tristan glanced up the dimly lit staircase. He wasn't looking forward to whatever awaited him at the top. "Please give me my meds." He was already feeling the effects of going without them for too long: shakiness, difficulty breathing and sexual urges that ebbed and flowed like ocean waves. It amused Laurence to withhold Tristan's meds, but the lack had sent Tristan past heightened sensation into discomfort and left him on the brink of being unable to control himself and what his body wanted.
Laurence's grip became suddenly painful. "Later." Laurence patted his cheek in a way that meant behave, or else. He threaded his arm through Tristan's as they went upstairs and stepped inside the posh apartment. The place was nice--big-screen TV, leather couches, wet bar, windows overlooking Pacific Beach. Four middle-aged men, Laurence's friends, were waiting. In the corner was a fifth man, younger than the others, nineteen years old, if that. Whether he was drunk or drugged, Tristan couldn't tell, but he was already naked and had a far-off look in his eyes. He danced alone in the corner, moving to a beat only he could hear. Tristan couldn't help but notice the scars that scored his body. Unease pricked the back of Tristan's neck.
"So this is your much-touted pet," one of the men said. His lewd expression suggested he saw Tristan solely as a toy to be used. "You've been teasing us for too long."
Laurence tugged Tristan close. "I wanted to save him for something...special."
Laurence introduced his friends, Jorge, Dennis, Ben and Mike. They watched Tristan with hungry eyes and bulging pants. "He's not what I expected," Ben said in disappointment. "He's pretty, but when you said he was half--"
"What did you expect? Scales? A tail? He's half-incubus, I assure you, no matter how human he looks."
"Prove it," Jorge said.
Laurence inclined his head. "All in good time, my friends. All in good time." He turned away to pour a glass of wine. "Tristan. Have a drink." He held out the glass.
Tristan had a fair idea the glass contained more than wine. He wanted to refuse but thought better of it when he saw the warning in Laurence's expression. His hand shook from both nervousness and withdrawal as he took the glass and raised it to his lips. Then he purposely fumbled and lost his grip on the glass. Wine splashed onto Laurence's suit as it fell.
Tristan immediately dropped to the ground. "Forgive me. I--"
"Idiot!" Laurence grabbed Tristan's shirt collar and flung him against the wall. Tristan stayed where he was, huddled in the corner and wishing he knew some way to please Laurence. Nothing ever seemed to work. Laurence hadn't taken him to bed in months; he preferred to sate Tristan's demon by handing Tristan off to others while he chaperoned.
"Clumsy little pup, isn't he?" Dennis said. "Thought you would have taught him better, Laurence."