~~Blog Tour~~Excerpt, review and giveaway for Demon at My Door by Michelle Valentine



Gothic outcast Natalie Sugarman bartered her soul for her dying mother’s life sixteen years ago to a boy demon that could stop time. Now, days before her twenty-first birthday, the lifelines on her palms are slowly vanishing, and she knows it’s just a matter of time before Satan’s little helper collects.

Natalie’s tried numerous times to kill the demon and regain control of her soul’s destiny, but she alwaysimages falls short. When she decides to try and gain the element of surprise for her next attempt, Natalie seeks answers about his location from a freaky, glowing-eyed fortuneteller. Creeped out by the psychic’s methods, she bolts from the reading and misses the warning that the demon who stole her soul is always closer than she thinks.

After some strange incidents with her new boyfriend, including a hot, levitating sex session, she realizes he’s the grown-up version of her little nightmare and he’s returned to collect on their deal. Natalie must figure out how to win her soul back from the demon before her lifeline completely disappears and she becomes his forever—even if that means making a deal to damn three other souls to take her place.

*Demon at My Door is a New Adult Paranormal Romance with very mature scenes*

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It’s epically silent, except for my thunderous chewing and the mindless chatter surrounding us. Rick seems oblivious of me as he reads his book. Even though I shouldn’t, I glance around, hoping to spot Stew. It doesn’t take me long to find him. He’s at the picnic  table in the center of the quad, not more than twenty feet away, surrounded by the entire puketastic cheerleading squad. Taylor Gee—the most vomit-inducing of all the cheerleaders and my previous best friend—is perched at his side.  I hate that half of my high school class got accepted into Capital University along with me.  Taylor giggles at Stew’s every word and flaunts her A cups at him. Her brown hair twirls around her perfectly manicured index finger as she makes goo-goo eyes at Stew. Are they hooking up now? The whole scene makes me want to hurl. I don’t know how I could have ever been her friend.

Blood burns in my veins, and I’m ready to explode. Frustrated, I squeeze the crap out of my apple and grind my teeth. From the outside, it looks like they’re perfect for each other. But Stew told me he hates superficial people like Taylor as much as I do. The only reason he puts up with it, and pretends to be friends with those posers, is to appease his domineering father. He wants him to surround himself with only good people, and obviously, according to Mr. Masterson, that excludes me.

But God, Stew doesn’t have to pretend he likes it so much.

My stomach churns for believing what we had together was real.

Rick pulls me back to reality. “Friend of yours?”

My head snaps in his direction. “Pssssh. Hardly.”

“Hmmm.” He lifts an eyebrow and then goes back to his book.

This guy thinks he knows me. Whatever. He’s known me all of four hours. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He snaps the book shut and looks me in the eye. “It just means I’ve noticed you two staring at each other when you think the other one’s not looking. It makes me wonder what’s going on there because you two don’t exactly look like you travel in the same circles. No offense.”

I shrug. “Not much to tell. He’s my neighbor. That’s all.”

He cocks his head, almost like he’s suspicious of something. “Right.”  He smirks. “You know, I want us to be friends, so you should be honest with me.”

For a second, I think about how amazing it’d be to have a friend like Rick, someone who isn’t afraid to be seen in public with me. But I haven’t had a real friend –not counting Stew, for obvious reasons – since the Taylor incident, and the one thing I’ve learned since then is to protect myself.

I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Think what you want. I gotta go.”

I stand, throw my satchel on my shoulder and turn back to address him. “What makes you think we’re friends?”

I hear Rick call my name as I walk away, but I don’t look back. No way do I need the new guy knowing any of my secrets. I’ll have to make sure I’m more careful with the Stew situation so the demon doesn’t suspect there’s something still going on between me and Stew.  Because if the new guy can see through me, so will everyone else.

 And a little about Michelle Valentine

New York Times and USA Today Best Selling author Michelle A. Valentine is a Central Ohio nurse turned author of erotic and New Adult romance of novels. Her love of hard-rock music, tattoos and sexy musicians inspires her sexy novels.


Website/ http://www.michelleavalentine.blogspot.com

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February 25th Emily Snow Blog

February 26thShh Moms Reading

February 27thPNR Urban Fantasy Reviews

February 28thI Love Indie Books

March 1st – Becca the Book Bibliophile

March 2nd – Hesperia Loves Books and Reality Bites Book Blog

March 3rd – Stick Girl Book Reviews

March 4thThe Book Avenue Review

March 5th – Twinsie Talk Book Reviews and Autumn Review

March 6th – Sugar and Spice and The Indie Bookshelf

March 7thThree Chicks and Their Books and My Parahangover

March 8th – Whirlwind Books

March 9thBook Bitches Blog and Up All Night Book Blog

March 10thEllie Lovenbooks and Mommas Books

March 11th – The Bookish Babe and RomFan Reviews

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