Friday, September 21, 2012

Confessions of a Sex Demon

1-Tell the readers a little about yourself.
I have a kitten named Nyx, after one of my favorite Kresley Cole characters. He’s nuts. His nick-name is ElectroMan because he’s chewed through nearly all my electrical cord and can be spotted with sparks coming out of his mouth at any given time. Oh yes, and I should probably mention I write paranormal romance, the kind that’ll make you blush.
2-As an author, do you take time to read? If so, what do you like to read and who is/are your favorite author/s?
Kresley Cole and Larissa Ione are definite favorites in my genre. I love the early JR WARD. I also love me some historicals, especially the highlander kind, Monica McCarty, Janet Chapman, Diana Gabaldon. Yum. 
3-How do you stay motivated when the Muse is uncooperative?
I’ve never had to take out my flog, the Muse bows to this crazy imagination I seem to have. My problem is I have more ideas than time in the day. In my head I have at least six books that I’m just dying to write. What happens is, I get obsessed with my characters. Even if someone only serves coffee in my book, I wind up wanting to tell their story too. 
4-If you could go anywhere in the world on a romantic getaway, what would you do and where would you go?
Paris—but I’d probably go alone. If I was with some sort of stud, I’d probably go somewhere like Italy or Yucatan Mexico for intense white-sand relaxation. If I did find a guy that appreciated Paris as much as I do, I’d propose then and there. 
5-What is the hardest thing for you to write?
Contemporary. I love paranormal because the possibilities are endless. Contemporary is hard for me to write because I feel like everything has been done before.
6-If you could live the life of one of your characters who would you be?
Probably Michelle, she’s the heroine in my book Secrets of the Jaguar (out June 2013). The creepy thing is, she’s the most like me. The only difference is, she’s a jaguar shape shifter with a hunky vampire boyfriend who adores her. Other than that, we walk the same romantic streets, have an interest in Maya archaeology and climbing temples, and spend our time traveling. 
7-The tag line on my blog is ‘Indulge Your Inner Romantic.’ What do you do to indulge?
Food and drink. I’ve always been a curvy girl and I don’t mind keeping it that way if it means I get to savor dark chocolate or a nice glass of wine. Or champagne. Or guacamole. Or a cheeseburger. Extra fries. Cupcakes are nice. Chocolate chip cookies. What were we talking about? Oh yes, buy Confessions of a Sex Demon and bon appetite! 


About Jaye: Born and raised in the grunge capitol, she took her love of music and poetry from the Pacific Northwest to California. Now she lives in Alameda, a quaint island town in the Bay Area. With a degree in Anthropology-emphasis in Archaeology, she’s itching to climb some more pyramids. When she’s not writing, she’s either at her day-job or taking long walks along the Alameda beach and gazing at the outline of San Francisco in the distance. Oh yes, and her heart can generally be found in Paris...
Confessions of a Sex Demon is out September 17th and will be available in digital format through Barnes and Noble, Amazon and my publisher’s website,

Coming Soon From Jaye Shields:
Erotic Novellas
Confessions of a Sex Demon: Available now from Beachwalk Press 
Claiming of a Sex Demon: Dec. 2012 from Beachwalk Press
Addictions of a Sex Demon: Feb. 2013 from Beachwalk Press
Sensual Full-lengths
Secrets of the Fog: Oct 2012 from Crimson Romance
Secrets of the Sky: Feb. 2013 from Crimson Romance
Secrets of the Jaguar: June 2013 from Crimson Romance
Twitter: @JayeShields

Zahra proves that sex demons do it better as she goes from captive to captivator.
Sex Demon Zahra Aniron is a closet romantic. Too bad she spends her time having hot, kinky sex with paying strangers. But she needs the money to pay off her sister's debt to wizard thugs. There could be worse things than getting paid for pleasure, especially since a sex demon needs climax to survive.
As a blacksmith, Lennox Aegros puts his fury to good use pounding steel into swords. When he arrives at a new town, his real cause for being there isn't to sell weaponry, it's for revenge. When he finds the succubus he's been searching for, her beauty means he can mix business with pleasure. But the joke's on Lennox, because as he succeeds in torturing his victim by repeatedly bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then denying her the release that she so desperately needs, he realizes that Zahra's slow demise means the breaking of a heart he didn't think he had.

Zahra woke to a sharp pinch against her skin. She tried to peel open her eyelids, but they were heavy stones. She wanted to touch her eyes, but her arms moved nowhere. Fear caused her lids to fly open only to realize that she was indeed strapped down.
The perpetrator smiled, but it was subtle. Very subtle. His tan skin was darker in the dim room. His blue irises appeared so light that his eyes became demonic charcoals glaring at her in the shadowy room. He finished strapping her foot down.
"Do you like your accommodations, demon?"
"You should have asked Bane for help decorating. He's also very good at the dark, gloomy dungeon thing." She'd hoped to sound feisty, but instead, her voice was nothing more than a pitiful rasp.
"Since you're used to your mouth being filled, I'll help you." Lennox stood over her. She never took her eyes from his intense frown as he tied a scarf around her mouth. He pulled it tight enough to cut into the edges of her mouth. Zahra did her best to smash his fingers into the cold metal table she was strapped to. Unfortunately, the back of her head missed its mark and thunked hard against the steel.
At least she could still see what was taking place. Fear coursed through her. She barely knew this man and she couldn't imagine what he had in store for her. She was a succubus, used to kinky requests, and most men knew they didn't need to kidnap her for such a session. She watched Lennox's tall form cross the mostly empty room. The only furniture was a small table. Probably where he kept his—
Scissors. Lennox turned toward her with a pair in his hand. As he walked in her direction, he looked entirely too innocent to be foreboding. His blond hair was a stark contrast against his tan skin. She'd felt his muscles earlier and they were those of an intense lover, not a fighter. Clearly this guy was tweaked. He was hot as hell and normally she liked freaky guys. If he hadn't insulted her ever since they first met, they might've even had a chance. No charge.
Lennox stood between her legs and she could barely see him from her tight bondage against the table. The cold metal of the scissors slipped under her corset. As the fabric began falling away, the soft groan of the metal cutting through thick black fabric echoed in the empty room. Her tight top became looser with every passing second. Heat crept into her body. Good news: she had the feeling this guy could make her come. Hard. The bad news: she was kidnapped by a psychopath and no one knew where she was.
Maybe he's a trap-and-set-free kind of psychopath. Love 'em and leave 'em.
"Your body betrays you. You crave your abductor, don't you, succubus?"
She avoided his gaze by staring at the ceiling. Zahra could feel the heat from his intense appraisal of her body as he guided the shears across her pants. Apparently, he was leaving no clothes for her to try to escape in. It was becoming clearer by the moment that he had no plans for her to leave.

1 comment:

Carin said...

sounds good! Carin