Since he was sentenced to earth eons ago, Lucifer has always lived by three simple rules: Humans are toys that are meant to be played with, love is a useless emotion, and the only creature worth fighting for is himself. To him, nothing matters but his own enjoyment, whether it be manipulating those around him, or indulging in the sins of the flesh with Lilith.
Then he found young, sweet, and innocent, Maria, who is everything that Lucifer detests. She has devoted her life to her one true love, God. Unable to resist a challenge, Lucifer sets his sights on tempting Maria away from his enemy. Disguising himself as Lucas Starr, he creates a world that not even Maria can resist. He never planned on having the tables turned on him.
Imagine Lucifer’s surprise when Maria brings him to his knees and shows him a glimpse of heaven once more. Blinded by his arrogance and an unlikely vision, Lucifer falls again, this time forgetting that some lines should never be crossed. When his greatest opponent, Michael, shows up, all Hell breaks loose.
Will Maria be able to accept Lucifer for who he truly is, or realize what Michael already knows: some destinies can never be changed?
~ Bewitching BT
1. If you were to describe your e-book/book in only one word, what would it be?
2. Your all time favorite book?
Phantom by Susan Kay
3. What made you pick that one above all others?
That book has everything! Love, seduction, history, murder, villains and heros.. and sometimes the hero is a villain!
4. What’s the longest time you’ve spent working on a project?
I spent 14 months writing the first draft of my first novel. Then I rewrote it over 6 years. Now I’m trying to find it a home. So it’s been a 7 year project in total, and is still going.
5. Is this title part of a series? Without giving us spoilers, of course, what can we expect from the next e-books/books in the series?
Yes, it is the first of a trilogy. I’m going to say a shift in gears. A new character, a new choice.
6. What made you decide to go the self-pub way?
I started out as a traditionally published author. I had a contract with a small press. Unfortunately the press went under only three weeks after my book had been released. My book had great reviews, and I didn’t want my dream to die. So I jumped right into self publishing. I felt it was the best choice for this series. It is very difficult to publish a book that was previously published. It’s even harder to sell a series. It seemed like the best choice for this series at this time. It turned out to be a wise decision. My press could only offer me digital. By self-pubbing I was able to create a print version. I even got my paperbacks into a Barnes and Noble by my home in New York.
7. What would you say was the toughest part?
I struggled with formatting, next time I will hire a professional. Marketing is difficult too. Who knew writing would be the easy part?
8. Did you hire professionals for editing, cover design, formatting?
Yes, my editor is Kara Leigh Miller and she is the best! I trust her completely with this series. She has had brilliant ideas and has been the one to help me the most with the writing process. My cover artist is S.P. McConnell and there is something to be said for using a real artist, not just stock photos. He breathes life into my characters and I feel his artwork is a great compliment to the book.
9. How did you decide who to hire, if you worked with pros?
I already had a relationship with Kara from our days together from our former press. S.P. I was friends with on twitter, and always admired his work, so I reached out to him.
10. How long did the production part take, from the moment you began working on the manuscript to self-pub to when you hit ‘Publish’?
Not that long, maybe three weeks, but only because it was previously published. I’ve been working on book two for months.
1. Name your favorite fruit. Cherries.
2. Coffee or tea? Starbucks coffee. I’m an addict.
3. Favorite season? Fall.
4. How about fav time of 24 hours? The hour before I go to bed– maybe, 11:00. That’s when I’m either reading or writing.
5. Were you a boyscout/girlscout? No, but I was in Sigma Delta Tau 😉
6. Favorite food for breakfast? An everything bagel with cream cheese, and a cup of coffee.
7. Latest book you’ve bought and read? I beta a lot.. so most of the stuff I read is not out yet… last book I bought and finished was A Game of Thrones by R.R. Martin. I’m currently reading Mrs. Poe by Lynn Cullen.
8. Do you collect things, like stamps, or key chains, or shoes? Venetian masks. I have about 23. I also make my own.
9. Favorite color, you know you want to tell us! Black. I know it’s not a true color, but I adore black.
10. Drama or comedy? Drama.
11. Cats or dogs? CATS! I have two.
12. Dinner by candlelight or a night out clubbing? Can I have a little of both?
This particular evening, I was host to a party, an impromptu event in which many of my minions had brought with them a human counterpart to tempt and indulge. All around me, the weak were lost in laughter, swimming in the sensation of sin as they turn a blind eye on their conscience. Bodies were draped over chaise lounges with veins full of heroin, brains closed to common sense. Girls danced for men with dollars while greedy hands in the corner bet their house over a card game. In the back rooms, people fucked like dogs, cheating on their spouses, and snorting lines of cocaine off of the bodies of the camouflaged demons that would later chain them to the beds. The air was thick with smoke and fragrant with booze. It was a typical Saturday night.
I sat cast in shadows, a king on my throne, observing the jesters that provided my entertainment. Sometimes, human behavior fascinated me. But mostly, I was watching Lilith. She was sitting on top of the bar, with no less than a dozen suitors at her feet. Leave it to Lilith to break my one guest rule. Red leather high-heeled boots ran up her legs, black hot pants revealed too much flesh, and a red halter top tied her up in one neat package. Her skin might as well have been white marble, with lips red as roses begging to be kissed. Lavish, flaming red hair spilled over her breasts, hitting her hips in thunderous waves. She was the vision of a ripe, delicious, cherry waiting to be plucked. One of my favorite features was her eyes. They were always changing color, alternating between green and yellow. What was even more fascinating was that she could spin them at will, hypnotizing any man that needed to be soothed.
The primitive beings before her fought hard to serve, hoping for a fraction of consideration, but her eyes were on me. They always were. Hopping off of the bar, she walked toward me, her body swaying in a seductive rhythm, her hips demanding my attention. She offered me a half empty glass of bourbon, and made herself comfortable in my lap. Stretching out like a cat, she lay against my chest and raised a lazy hand beneath my chin, tracing my chiseled jaw with her finger. Had it been a normal night, I would have enjoyed her this way, but I knew it wasn’t for me. It was all part of the act for her fans, whose hungry eyes longed for her, with tongues hanging and dicks waving.
I pulled her hair out of my face, rested it on her shoulder, and took a generous gulp of the bourbon. “Rough day at work, dear?” I asked while eyeing the strings of her shirt knotted at her neck. It didn’t seem to be tied very tight, and I was tempted to pull it apart.
“If only it were. You know I like it rough.” She purred in my lap. “May I ask what the great Lucifer has been up to? I haven’t seen you around lately.”
I handed her the glass and revealed my secret. “I found a new toy.”
“Oh? I’m in need of a new toy.” She took a drink from the glass and licked her lips before laying her head against my shoulder. “I keep breaking all of mine.” She gestured toward the bar, where the men were begging for her return. Her fingers unbuttoned my two top buttons. She slipped her hand inside and ran her fingers over my pecs. She was warm, like me.
“I’m not sharing this one,” I declared.
“You never do,” she said, pulling her hand back a tad more defiant than I would have liked. Sitting up and slamming back the bourbon, she leaped from my lap, taking a step back toward her fans.
“Lilith…I think I might keep this one for a while. This soul may be a bit harder to acquire.”
She turned and looked at me for a moment, contemplating my intent. “I never interfere with your work, just as long as it doesn’t interfere with me.”
“Go have fun. Work up an appetite, and when you get hungry, come back to me.”
She leaned down and placed a firm hand on each armrest, looking into my eyes with her wild, animal instincts. She kissed me fiercely, and added, “I always do.”
“One more thing,” I said grabbing her wrist and kissing the inside of it before she fled toward her toys. “That blonde with the great hair, but bad teeth…”
Lilith turned a lazy head and noted who I referred to. “Do you want him?” she offered.
“I want his watch,” I said, my eyes locked on the Rolex that was in all likelihood a family heirloom.
Lilith laughed. “Is that all? Consider it yours.” Then she made her way back to the crowd to break a few hearts, and perhaps a few necks as well. ”
About the Author & Links:
Kat Daemon grew up in New York where her imagination always seemed to get the best of her. When she’s not hanging with demons, she’s usually armed with a strong cup of coffee and dreaming up her next tormented character.