I'm offering you a warning.
Yes, Demon Inside Me is now available but I really urge you NOT to buy it. I'm really serious.
This is not a marketing ploy. This is an honest plea.
I don't know what came over me. I wrote something that got other erotica writers to barf. So, you might be asking--why is it published?
Oh trust me, I shoved it in a draw to die.
I gave it no love or thought.
But it wouldn't leave me alone.
I can't say I'm exactly ashamed of writing it. I have a mind that wanders and it wandered way into disgusting territory. When I asked "why do blood drinkers have to take blood from the neck?" I came up with this story.
I mean I know the Carotid artery is probably the best place to drain someone of blood, but is there another place? Zhiek, one of the main characters in Demon Inside Me found out a different way to extract blood that is just, well, not conventional. It's disgusting. Please don't read it. I don't want hate mail. I hope this thing just goes away and gets no sales.
I'm not an author that insists everything I write gets published, but this one wouldn't let me go. I'm sorry world. This one just pestered me until I let it out. When I die, have mercy on my soul. Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over. This story proves it.