I was watching “The Last Mistress” and saw Julian Douglas (from Devil’s Descent) almost exactly as I imagined him! I had to share. Hopefully, these images will be a drooling aid when you read Devil’s Descent and not a, “Damnit! Claudia I imagined him entirely different and now you messed it up!
Julian was far beyond the ability to blush. He had spent many a conversation with forthright mothers in his time before Ian. He also didn’t doubt this was the source of Lily’s bluntness.
I’m very happy to announce the release of the first book in my psychotic vampire love saga “Devil’s Descent I: purgatory” in Amazon Kindle format. Keeping in vein with all my work, it is dark, angst-filled, morally ambiguous, and meant to be read with an open mind.
Julian eyed her lacy black bra with matching panties, garters, and torn stockings. “I think you look like a delicious mess. I think your mind is even more of a mess. In other words, I think you’re insane, Lily, and I look forward to seeing what kind of a lover that will make you. Will I be able to trust you in my bed or will I have to chain you to make sure you don’t try to stake me?”
“Isn’t this what you always wanted, Lily?” Julian sidled closer. He breathed in her ear. “I know you hated the kind, considerate lover Ian promised to be. I’m giving you what you want.”
The pictures in Lily’s mind singed. Never the same. Always damaged. Always incomplete. A falsity to being an honest representation of the past.
That’s what being next to Julian Douglas did to a person like Lily.
“Hmm…my darling, little girl.” Julian nuzzled her ear with his nose. “You could never be anyone other than you. Filthy, immoral, base, crazed.”
Sadness receded into something far more pleasing. Her mouth watered with twisted craving. The desire to be wicked filled her with craven longing. Her fingers twitched.
Anger, familiar, beautiful anger, boiled beneath her skin. Lily hated their game. Hated the way things had degraded between them. Honesty used to be their language. Now it was a thing difficult to find amidst all the pretty words and hissed curses.
He studied the young girl next to him. His memories tumbled over one another. Flashes of insignificance. Intolerable adoration overlapping diseased frustration. There was a time when he had suffered joy knowing Lily.
Since this isn’t what you imagined, I advise you to flush the images right out...