The Demon Mistress by Jordan K. Rose
What’s a girl to do when she discovers her husband, who happens to be the Master Vampire for the New England Region, has been lying to her for, oh, say a hundred and eighty years?
Well, it all depends. If she’s accidentally released forty demons from some creepy old book, unintentionally announced the existence of vampires on The Internet, kidnapped a werewolf, enraged a lovesick vampire by stealing his approved mate, and attracted the attention of The High Commander for The Vampire Federation, not to mention gotten stoned and mastered the forbidden art of demon calling, she might be willing to call it even.
Or, she might plead her case at an Inquisition and hope like all hell, she isn’t staked before sunrise. Eh, a slightly busier night than usual, but nothing Eva Prim can’t handle.
“The charge is treason.” Stefan finally sets me down. “Death is the punishment.” He returns to the desk to lean against it, his shoulders slump and he stares down at his feet. “I’ve tried to think of every possible strategy to save you, but none comes to mind. I plan to offer your…” The next word he spits at the floor. “…entourage in your place. Though, I’m well aware the wolves will revolt at the thought of it. A risk I’ll take. Then I’ll beg for your life, but…”
Beg for my life? What? “I’m not PenPro58. Stefan, you have to believe me. I didn’t out us.” I race to his side and hold his hands. “I’m not her. I would never say something as stupid as that. I know better. I don’t want to die. And you can’t offer my friends in my place. That’s a horrible idea. I don’t want them to die. ”
His hand cups my chin. “There is no point in denying your involvement. You’re only making this worse for both of us and you’re a terrible liar.” His thumb caresses my chin. “You’ve never been able to hide the truth from me.” He kisses my lips. “Even in the end you continue in your own way to hold onto your own perceived innocence.”
“But I am innocent. I’m not PenPro58. I didn’t say that.” I grab his shoulders and shake. “Are you crazy? I’m not her. I want to kill her. I wanted to use her to find Cletus and then kill her. I’m not her.”
“It is no surprise to me that you became wrapped up in this blog. I should have known when I gave you the computer, should have seen that you’d fall victim to the seduction of the Internet with its easy access to such unsavory places populated with low-life participants just waiting to take advantage of my poor unsuspecting mate.” He kisses my forehead. “The Internet with all its hidden traps. That website is like a den of iniquity. Only a poorly managed, vampire, one who’s master does not control her would create such an inappropriate website where she’d lure unsuspecting victims into her death trap.” He strokes my hair. “I have not protected you. I’ll never forgive myself.” He pulls me between his legs, one hand on my waist and one on my shoulder, massaging and squeezing.
“Wait. It’s not that bad a website. I mean there were some helpful hints on the pages.” I fall against his chest.
“I knew you wanted friends. That’s why I acquiesced when Cheng and Martin suggested the demons. You’ve had such bad luck with friends. I never suspected you’d learn to command them in a way that would defeat my power.” He wraps his arms around me and holds me in an almost crushing embrace.
“I didn’t defeat you.” I mumble into his chest.
“I should have tried harder, should have gone against my instincts and simply forced my subjects to be your friends. If only…” His sob muffles against my neck.
“Wait. I didn’t want you to force people to be my friends. I wanted real friends. I mean I want real friends. I have real friends on the blog.” I push back from his chest.
“My flower, those are not your friends. Don’t you see? That Eva Prim is a vile creature. She tricked you into revealing our secret. She is using you as her scapegoat. You will be punished for her crimes.” Tears glisten in his dark eyes. “But I will find her. I will make her pay.” That menacing snarl returns to his face. “Until my last breath I will hunt her. I will find her. I will kill her.”
Before Eva takes off with this post I’d like to take a moment to thank the Fiction Vixen for hosting us. I’d also like to apologize up front in case Eva gets a bit out of hand. She’s made it her mission to blog on each stop of the tour, blogging being a favorite pastime of hers.
However, she’s blogging about wine, which makes me nervous because if she’s blogging about it I’ll bet she’s drinking it, too.
To drink or not to drink (wine). That is the question.
Oh, what’s one glass? Let’s kick this post off with a drink. Well, maybe it’s not such a good idea for some of you. Some readers may be reading this before work. I advise you not to drink before work, but if you’re like me—celebrating, I think a little drink isn’t such a problem.
But again, if you do drink and then get fired, don’t come crying to me. I’m not good with tears and I’m not taking the blame for someone else’s poor judgment. I’ve got all I can manage on my own. Thank you very much.
So, back to the topic at hand. To drink or not to drink. That is the question.
It’s not so much a question. Well, not for me. The short and simple and satisfying answer is drink. That is if it’s a Chianti. Drink it. Just do it.
A pinot is nice. Cabernet is bold. Merlot is fine. Whites are okay, too. Though, I recommend vampires make it a habit of drinking reds that way when there’s some other red liquid in your glass others (i.e. humans) are less apt to notice. Of course, you won’t be fooling any other vampires or werewolves, but then there’s no need for that.
However, if you make it a habit to drink white and one evening you happen to have something red, someone will notice. There’s no doubt about it. And then you’re SOL because you’re not supposed to make a scene. You’re supposed to blend in. So—Red! Drink the Chianti. Enjoy.
Unless, of course, you have my problem. Wine affects me. Really, seriously—drunk as a skunk. It’s an issue, thus I’m forbidden from drinking it without the close supervision of Stefan. It’s such an annoyance. But, if you don’t have these same limitations, drink the wine. I love a super Tuscan. And, seeing as I’m home, celebrating the launch of my new book on the computer with no one else around what could happen? What could possibly happen after one little glass? Where’s that cork screw?
The prize for US winners on today’s stop is a wine bottle topper, a fudglette of Eva’s Sweet Fang from www.spoonfudge.com and a few surprise items from my list of favorites. International winners will receive a $10 gift certificate for Spoonfudge.
For updates on my books, me, my short stories and loads of other valuable items join my Snack of the Week Club at http://evaprim.com/snackofWeek.html. I’d love to have you! (in the club, not just as a snack.)
I’ll give away the full set of Eva Prim stories to be published in October, which is one full length novel and 4 short stories. The names of which are: The Demon Mistress (full length), Demons and The Dark Roast, Demons and Deep Dish Pizza, Eva Prim Writes– Choices. Anarchy. Hypocrisy., The Vampire Hand Guide: Tips, Myths & Advice.
Have you been in a position where maybe you weren’t quite forthcoming with information to your spouse? And if so, have you ended up in trouble with the law and having to figure out a way out?