QSFer Meghan Maslow has a new MM urban fantasy out: Demon’s in the Details.
Can a sexy demon really spin straw into gold?
Poe Dupin, raven shifter and thief extraordinaire, is in trouble with a capital ‘T.’ Not only did he get his wing caught in the cookie jar during his latest heist, but his loser stepdad, the alpha, seems determined to run their roost into the ground. And Baltimore is many things, but forgiving is not on the list.
When his stepdad puts the roost in peril, Poe sees no choice but to bargain with Charm City’s only demon, Tommy Tittoti. Rumors are that Tommy eats the souls of those foolish enough to try. Three strikes and you’re out. But really, Poe wasn’t using his soul anyway. And if it saves his roost? Worth it.
Tommy isn’t what Poe expects. Demon—huge, horned, hairy, and scary, right? Nope. Blond, gorgeous, with a bubble butt, and a lilting drawl that beckons Poe to come play. Total hookup-app fantasy material. Even if he is a murder twink.
Poe’s no angel, but Tommy . . . well he’s more devil than demon. Yet, Poe just can’t seem to keep his feathers out of the fire. As one bargain turns into two, and then a third tragedy strikes the ravens, Poe finds himself falling for a guy who may very literally be the death of him. Or maybe the flames will burn them both.
The Demon’s in the Details is a fast-paced, roller coaster of a romance with a guaranteed HEA and lots of steam. Shenanigans include: a gold object that is definitely not a ring, a best friend who’s trigger-happy, and a demon who’s got a few surprises up his, uh, sleeve.
**Previously published in the Fables Retold Anthology. ~60,000 words. No new content has been added.
I strode into Rumpled Still in the late afternoon on Saturday with a handful of junk jewelry. Cheap costume stuff that I often sold at local events like Hon Fest. I didn’t see Tommy anywhere in the barber shop. The cat shifter stood behind the desk and smirked when he noticed me. For some reason, it raised my hackles.
“Back so soon, rockstar?”
“Do all cats flirt so outrageously on the job?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“Only when we’re awake.”
I chuckled in spite of myself. Such a cat. “Tommy around?”
“He’s on break. You can go on back. He’s expecting you.”
That didn’t sound ominous or anything. I huffed out an annoyed breath. Best to get it over with. I marched toward the direction the cat pointed. I strode through a door and found myself in a corridor with rooms on each side, only one with the door open. I headed straight for it.
Tommy sat curled up in a teal overstuffed chair, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands. He’d removed his Converse and pulled on a pair of monster feet slippers. Funny guy. He smiled over the rim of the cup when I walked in.
I meant to get right down to business, but seeing the little demon looking so cute and harmless unnerved me for a moment. It also shot a bolt of lust to my belly. Damn demon magic. Least I was on to him.
“Cat got your tongue?” Tommy continued to smile. He gave me a thorough once- over. While the cat shifter’s flirting hadn’t done anything for me, it had seemed harmless enough. But Tommy’s gaze was anything but harmless. Hungry, more like. I felt that same hunger, though I kept expecting my survival instinct to kick in at any time and remind me that Tommy was a demon with a capital D.
“Do you have the 800K?” My voice came out unsteady. So much rode on his answer.
“So eager to be done with our bargain?” Tommy broke eye contact and took a long sip of coffee. “Ah, nectar of the gods.”
One thing we agreed on. Though Tommy could probably afford a much higher quality bean than the synthetic crap found in my neck of the woods.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“No, I didn’t.” Tommy finished his coffee and set the mug down. “I’m giving this to you as almost a freebie. I’ve a reputation to uphold, so don’t spread it around too far.” He held out his hands for the jewelry.
I handed it over.
“Ooh, nice and tacky.” He focused on the pile, and with a flash of light, gold replaced the jewelry.
An erect gold phallus to be exact.
“What is . . .”
“Do I need to explain the birds and the bees, sugar?”
Mischief, Magic, and Murder . . . That’s a Maslow!
If you’re looking for comedy, fantasy, or dead bodies in your romances (sometimes all three at once!), I’m your gal. I’m also a. . . gasp!. . . extroverted writer. It seems counterintuitive that as someone who is energized by people, I spend most of my time alone. Yet, that’s the case. And I don’t mind.
If I get writer’s block or start to go a little stir crazy, I head out to a coffee shop, a restaurant, a friend’s place–anywhere to fill up my need for human contact. It also helps that I spend a lot of time with the voices in my head. Some of them are really quite opinionated.
I love writing gay romance because I’m a sap for a happy ending, and I believe everyone—regardless of orientation—should be able to find books that have them. And if that romance comes with a dash of mischief, magic, or murder, all the better.
I believe that life is for living, kindness is contagious, and a good book makes the world a better place.