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Demons Series – Book Tour and Giveaway

Title: Demon Mine
Series: Demons Series Book 1
Author:  Marina Simcoe
Genre: Paranormal Romance

They are big, strong and silent. Their faces are hidden behind masks and their bodies are enclosed in armor suits. They took me from my home in the middle of the night and have been holding me in isolation for months. I don’t fully understand the purpose of my captivity. No one explains anything to me. No one even talks to me.

Nearly driven to madness with no more hope for freedom, I no longer care if I live or die.

And then he speaks to me. Just a few words . . . He throws me a lifeline and helps me find my way back to sanity. He becomes my only companion. My light in the darkness.

I suspect they may not be entirely human. What’s worse is that he may be one of them.

New Edition, 2018

Warning: Demon Mine is a paranormal romance with dark elements. It contains sexual situations, graphic descriptions of intimacy, and potential triggers. Intended for mature readers.

 

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“In the dream I got to touch you without the fear of harming you.” His thumb slid along the front of my throat. “I tasted your skin.”

A flash of heat, ignited by his touch, travelled through me. I swallowed hard and gently traced the fabric of his t-shirt over the bite mark.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Yes,” he answered truthfully.

“So, immortal doesn’t mean invincible?”

I moved my fingers up the side of his neck and traced the edge of his jaw, feeling the slight prickling of the stubble there.

He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch, then turned his head and kissed the inside of my hand.

“Alyssa.” His voice grew rough and low as he drew me closer.

My hands linked behind his neck, I felt his breath in my hair as he ran his palms down my back.

Melting into his touch, I allowed myself to simply enjoy this moment. The closeness of him. The scent of the man whom I could never resist. The warmth of his hands sliding under my shirt and up my back. The soft press of his lips, just above my ear. He was my drug of choice, and I was getting my fix. Just for one short moment.

Then I took a bracing inhale.

“Sytrius . . .” I touched his face with my shaking hand. “Please . . . Take it,” I begged.

He knew immediately what I meant. I couldn’t do it on my own. I was too far gone in my constant need for him. He had to take these feelings away from me to make me stop.

Leaning back a little, he yanked his glove off with grim determination then covered my hand with his. A spike of anxiety mixed in with excitement in me at the sight of his bare hand.

“I’d break my own arm before I hurt you, Alyssa,” he vowed in a tone not allowing for any doubt.

I waited for the calming cold sensation, but it never came. Instead he slid his bare hand up my arm and curled his fingers around the back of my neck.

“Take it, please,” I implored him. “I can’t fight it anymore. I can’t stop on my own.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” With his teeth, he ripped the glove off his other hand. “Please, let me touch you. I want to feel you. I want to make you feel.”

Realizing what he was asking of me, I shook my head in panic even as the need for him flared bright and hot inside me. “No, just take it.”

“It won’t last. If I take your desire now, it will only come back. Please, let me give you the release. I don’t want to stop touching you.”

His words broke through my flimsy defences, and my heart beat faster when I whispered, “Touch me, Sytrius,” in complete surrender, flying straight into the flame, hoping against all odds that I could still emerge on the other side of it unscathed.

“Touch me any way you want . . .” I gave him my permission.

He made a noise deep inside his throat, not unlike a tiger’s growl, and grabbed me then lowered me gently onto the bed.

“No gloves.” I hurriedly whispered my only condition.

“No gloves,” he repeated in a hot whisper.

“No mask.” He placed his knees on either side of my hips.

“No hard suit.” He lowered his head and placed hot, tender kisses along the side of my face down to my neck.

“No one else. Just me.” He opened the buttons of my top quickly.

“And you.” Moving his palms up my stomach, he removed my shirt and cupped my breasts. I arched my back, welcoming his touch.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He lowered his mouth to my breast, warm tongue circling the nipple and driving me mad with need.

“I’ve touched, but I couldn’t feel,” he breathed against my skin as he slid his hand up along my back then buried his fingers into my hair on the back of my head, propping himself on his elbow directly over me.

Gently, he massaged my breast. “I wanted to feel this so much.” He rolled my nipple between his fingers, making my hips jerk under his as I gasped and moaned. “I wanted to taste this.” He moved his mouth down my stomach, covering my skin with kisses. “And this.” He whispered, sliding his hands under the elastic band of my pyjama pants, and dragging them down.

Then I felt his hot, wet mouth between my thighs as his tongue skimmed along my folds, sending electrifying waves of desire through me.

“Oh my God . . .” I gasped, breathless, as he moved his tongue in circles then dipped it inside me. Only it was not a god in that bed with me but a demon unleashed.

I curled my fingers in his hair, desperate to hold on to him in the approaching whirlwind of sensations as the full force of orgasm hit me, shuddering my body.

Lips parted in ecstasy, I rolled my head on the pillow, while Sytrius continued to drag his tongue through my folds languidly, chasing the last ripples of pleasure through me.

Through the post-orgasmic glow, I felt his hand move up to my breast again, kneading it gently, his thumb stroking my nipple, while he rained short little kisses on the sensitive skin of the inside of my thigh.

I released his hair and fisted the bed sheets, feeling the pressure building up inside me yet again.

“Sytrius.”

He looked up at me—his hair disheveled from my fingers, the bright crimson light deep in his eyes—and grinned wickedly. His lips hovering mere millimeters from where I needed him most, he whispered, “Again, my angel,” and lowered his mouth on me.

 

Title: The Forgotten
Series: Demons Series Book 2

 

I’ve been abducted, twice in as many months.
The world of my captors is a dark and mysterious place, but for me it also holds forbidden pleasures I’ve never experienced before.

Still, when I get a chance to run, I take it.

A rebel and a convicted criminal, he has spent most of his existence suspended between two worlds, in a state his kind call Deep Sleep. Nearly forgotten by all.

Until I disturb his slumber.

The touch of a demon awaken is always dangerous. And for me, it turns out treacherous in more ways than one.

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN. LET THE SLEEPING DEMONS LIE.

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Keller sat, stretching his legs in front of him. “Your situation is not normal. Women taken by this particular group don’t, usually, get to leave.”

“You mean I was supposed to stay here forever?” I balled my hands into fists to prevent them from shaking as dread trembled through me.

“Things have changed.” He waved me off. “Everyone is being released. All you’ll have to do is to remain quiet about what happened to you here.”

“Why would I?” I snapped. “Kidnapping and forceful confinement are serious crimes. So is sexual assault. Those responsible will have to be punished.”

“You’re not capable to bring any punishment on their heads, Kitty.”

“The police—”

“—know nothing about them and never will. Trust me. The best thing in your situation is to stick with the plan of your release, get back to your life, and never speak about this place or the creatures who populate it.”

Creatures?

“Why should I believe anything you’re saying?”

“I hold an official position with the Priory of Grimien.”

“Never heard of it.”

“And you never would have, under normal circumstances. The Priory is a secret organization. It was created with a sole purpose to gain and keep control of the . . . um, individuals who took you.”

“Well, you’ve been doing a poor job of controlling them then. How are they getting away with all of this?” My voice rose, as my patience thinned. “Who are they?”

He drew in a deep breath.

“They are . . . not from this world, Kitty.”

“What?”

“Surely, you’ve noticed some unusual things about them during your time here.”

“You mean besides them being perverts who like to watch?” I scoffed.

“Believe me, they can do far more harmful things than watching.” His gaze shifted back to the guards again. “They’ve been part of our world for over a millennium, and they had wreaked havoc during their early centuries on Earth, before we found a reliable way to control them.”

“Who are they?” I insisted.

“Demons.” He leaned to me from his chair, his voice low. “In flesh and blood.”

Was he out of his mind?

I shrunk back, all the way to the wall, worried for my own safety now, being one on one with a clearly insane man who seemed to honestly believe in demons.

‘Surely, you’ve noticed some unusual things about them.’

Their eyes.

The blood-red glow I’d witnessed once. The flashing blue lights I’d noticed on more than one occasion. Could there be a more sane, normal explanation to that?

“You don’t have to believe me, Kitty. Actually, it is irrelevant if you do or don’t.” Mister Keller leaned back in his chair. “All I want from you is your cooperation in keeping their existence a secret from the general population.”

“Why would I do that?”

I definitely need to get to the closest police station as soon as I’m able, to let the proper authorities sort this mess out.

“Because, really, you don’t have a choice. What good would it do for you to go public with your disclosure? No one would believe you. If you insist, you would be likely declared insane.”

“There is plenty of evidence of their existence. This place—”

“Is a private property with no complaints against it. I guarantee you will never be able to obtain so much as a search warrant for it. The Priory would make sure of it.”

“Why would any human organization cover up the crimes of these . . . demons?”

“This should not be of your concern. You will be provided a suitable compensation, appropriate coun

seling, and means to return to normal life as soon as possible. From this point on, our organization will guarantee your protection from the demons here.”

“How?”

“The Priory agreed to go forward with a more agreeable alternative to our previous arrangement with them, which was suggested by their Councils. By the way, you wouldn’t happen to have any particular affection for one of your guards?”

“What? God, no!”

“Good.” He turned to leave. “I’ll leave you rest then. Needless to say, there won’t be any more . . . um, nightly sessions.”

 

Marina Simcoe likes to write sweet and sexy love stories about characters who may or may not be entirely human. She firmly believes that our contemporary world could use a little bit of the extraordinary.
She has lots of fun exploring how her out-of-this-world characters with their own set of beliefs, values, and aspirations fit into our everyday life.

 

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What is your favorite part of this book and why?

In Demon Mine, my absolute favourite scene is when Sytrius gives Alyssa his name.

During the re-writes and editing, I must have read the whole manuscript over a dozen times. But even now, whenever I come to that scene, I still get goosebumps. It’s a short scene, but this is the first time Sytrius breaks the rules he’d lived under for centuries. He does so for no other reason but to give something to Alyssa. He has nothing else to give to her, so he gives her his name.

The connection between them starts much earlier, but this is an important step in his process of changing and his way to redemption.

If you could spend time with a character from your book whom would it be? And what would you do during that day?

Funny thing, if I had a real chance to spend a day with a character from either of the books, I’d love to hang out with my heroines rather than the sexy demon.

Spending time with an Incubus is highly addictive, and my heroes are dedicated to their women. Honestly, I’m afraid I’d end up with my heart broken by the end of the day. J

Unless I can have my very own Incubus, I’d prefer to hang out with the girls.

Both heroines in the series, Kitty and Alyssa, are very close to me personally. Alyssa is a little more sensual and vulnerable. Kitty is a little tougher and slightly introverted. Both are kind, compassionate, and strong when it matters, especially, when it comes to people and demons whom they care about.

Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?

All my characters are entirely product of my imagination. When creating them, I do take some of my own past experiences, maybe some traits from people I’ve met in my life, too. But the blend is unique for each and every one.

I don’t use celebrity images for inspiration. When I write, all faces and personalities are in my head only. I try to describe them accurately enough to form a realistic person, but make sure to leave some room for reader’s imagination, too. So that the readers can take my characters and make them their own.

Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?

The more confident I grow as an author, the more control I feel I have over the characters and the story. However, it still happens at times. Some characters turn out to be stronger that others, demanding things their way.

Also, I adore my secondary characters so much, I let them jump in with their own stories here and there. To me, showing the experiences of other people and demons, even the ones who are not the main characters, is a way to expand the world building of the series.

Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.

It’s not! J Ha! I can guarantee you that if you don’t read my books, the world will not end and the life will go on.

However, reading my stories may give you a chance to experience a wide range of emotions and, as many readers have commented, will put a happy smile on your face at the end. Sometimes, that’s all we need to make it through the day.

I write not to change the world, but to give a few hours of entertainment to my readers. If they connect with my characters enough to be afraid for them, to cry with them, and then to love and laugh along with them then I could not ask for anything more.

Have you written any other books that are not published?

No. I publish everything I write. I have a book I’ve unpublish for re-editing, The Real Thing, but I plan to re-publish it as soon as re-writes and editing are complete.

It is a standalone novel that is also set in Demons universe.

If your book had a candle, what scent would it be?

Definitely something sweet and hot, with a hint of sinister and indulgent. Dark chocolate? Blood-red roses? Honey-and-bourbon? Or orange-with-chili-peppers? J

What did you edit out of this book?

There seem to be at least one scene in each book I write that ends up being edited.

In Demon Mine, book 1, a love scene was deleted for the sake of pacing. I had it close to the end where the readers would be too excited to learn the resolution, and the scene slowed the story down. The editor strongly suggested I cut it, so I did.

I agreed it had to be done, but I love this scene so much, I’m still considering including it as “bonus content” somewhere at the book. Right now, it could only be read on my Facebook page, and I’m planning to add it to my website one day.

In The Forgotten, book 2, it was also a love scene that had to be cut. I thought it was rather informative, giving a little insight into the seduction process of my demons. However, the editor found it happened a little too soon and a bit random. I agreed it had to go, pulled my characters apart and made them behave for a couple more chapters before getting them back together again in any intimate way.

 

 

 

 

 

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