Sunday, July 04, 2010

Living with a Demon by Amanda Steiger

Living with a Demon by Amanda  Steiger

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Living with a Demon

by Amanda Steiger
cover art by ReneƩ George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-451-1
Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM
Theme(s): Dark Desire, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella

When Nate Bird impulsively answers a personals ad, he's just looking for a break in the routine, something to shake him out of the funk he's been in since Brian left him. He's not looking for romance. But when he meets Pierce Collins, he knows a one-night stand won't satisfy him. Pierce's amber eyes hold a hypnotic power over him, and his deep voice wraps around Nate like velvet and grips him like steel cuffs. Nate knows that Pierce is the man for him... even when he finds out that Pierce is something more than human.

Living with a Demon
Amanda Steiger
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2010 Amanda Steiger

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"Sadist seeks masochist?" Daphne set the paper down on the kitchen table. She pursed her lips and shook her head in disapproval, tapping one manicured nail against a personals ad. "I can't believe they even printed this. I mean, really." She sipped her coffee. "I swear, this world is going nuts."
Nate stared across the table at his older sister, then down at the newspaper personals. Thirty-two-year-old male sadist seeks male masochist. Must be willing to take orders. One night only. The only other information listed was a phone number. Pretty bare bones, as personals went. "I didn't think you had a problem with that sort of thing," Nate said, keeping his tone carefully neutral. Daphne had never been as conservative as their parents -- hell, without her support, he probably never would have found the nerve to come out to them -- but there were certain things he didn't feel quite comfortable talking with her about. "I mean, S&M. You've always said that what turns people on is their own business."
"I don't mind what people do in the privacy of their bedrooms. They can wear frog masks and pee on each other's feet for all I care. But putting an ad like this in the paper?" She grimaced. "Some little kid could see this. 'Mommy, what's a masochist?' How is a parent supposed to explain that?"
"Kids don't look at the personals."
"Yeah, but they could still see it by accident."
Nate glanced at the ad again. The phone number started with the same three digits as his. Someone in the area, then.
Daphne leafed through the paper. "By the way, are you free this evening?" A smile curved her lips. "There's someone I want you to meet. He's from my graphic design class."
Nate winced. Daphne meant well, but ever since he'd broken up with Brian, she'd been relentless in her efforts to set him up with someone. And the men she tried to foist on him were usually good-looking but painfully dull. "Honestly, I don't think I'm ready for a relationship. I'm enjoying being single again."
"I'd buy that if you were actually going out and doing stuff, but ever since Brian left, you don't do anything except sit in your apartment and play those online RPGs. That's not healthy. And it's not you, either."
Nate knew she was right. In the past few months, he'd stopped going to clubs and dancing and just hanging out with people in general. It all seemed like too much to deal with. But Brian leaving him was only part of it. In truth, that relationship had had its problems from the start. On a deeper level, Nate had begun to wonder if there was something wrong with him, if having a truly satisfying sexual relationship was even possible.
Daphne laid a hand on his arm. "You need to get out and start interacting with people again," she said. "And your coworkers at Mr. Sushi don't count."
Nate figured that now would probably be a bad time to tell her he'd been fired last week. "I know," he said. "I just need a little time."
"If you say so." She got up to refill her coffee mug.
His gaze darted to the personals ad again. As she mixed in her cream and sugar, he grabbed a pen and quickly wrote the number on his palm.

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