The Demon Mistress<br/>Book 1, The Eva Prim Series

Author: Jordan K Rose
Publisher: Jordan K Rose
Published: 2014-09-29
ISBN(s) 978-0-9894175-1-8
Editor: Judith Roth, Jane Haertel
Language(s): English
Category: Fiction
Audience: Adult
Genre(s): Paranormal Romance, Fantasy, Urban Fantasy Read Excerpt >



October 3rd

Exeter, Rhode Island

My Flower,

I wish I were with you, but maintaining the sovereignty of our region calls me away from home, from you, the one I love above all others. Tonight being your birthday brings me added pain. Not being with you to celebrate the anniversary of the most glorious day in all my existence breaks my heart.

Each morning, when I lie down to rest, my memory is flooded with thoughts of you. Your brown eyes sparkle as your hot, demanding gaze wanders over me. That hungry smile sets my blood aflame. Your long, auburn hair tickles my skin while you trail soft, urgent kisses over my chest to my neck. I can barely contain myself as I enjoy the memory of your body against mine, the scent of your skin, the taste of your blood.

I shall do my best to deal with this situation in Maine and swiftly return to you, to your arms, to your love.

I’ve sent your gift with the messenger, a laptop computer to keep you connected to the world around us, to me. I look forward to your first vmail.

Your faithful and loving husband, Stefan

P.S.—Remember, Chrysanthemum, I am still your master so don’t try anything in my absence. This includes but is not limited to: creating a fledgling, scaring humans who refuse to see things from your perspective, fighting with the wolves (who by the way told me about the incident at the Tasty-Freeze), attempting to force any of the remaining captains to answer to you, excessive use of the credit cards (This includes online shopping. The computer is not to be used as a portal into every store in existence.), and spending time in my personal library. REMEMBER, YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM READING THOSE BOOKS!

Chapter One


~Eva Prim Writes~

A Blog of Vampire Thoughts.

October 24th


I consider you all my friends, well, not all of you. Not you, Studmufflicker69. You are definitely not my friend. In fact, you’re banned from this blog. Do not ever comment again. Yesterday’s comment about bondage was completely inappropriate. No one wants to hear about your deviant sex life.

Everyone else, you are all my friends. I don’t know where you are or what you look like, but over the past three weeks I feel like we’ve come to know each other. And I like you. Especially you, PenPro58. You’ve been very kind and have truly made my blogging experience a pleasure. Without friends, life can be so lonely. You’ve all made me feel loved.

Good friends are so hard to find. Thank you all.




Ooh! Time to go. I await your comments. Eva.


“Chryssie, darling, what are you doing?”

I close my laptop and shove it into the drawer just as the door opens and Stefan steps in, looking utterly dashing.

“Blogging.” I pause to enjoy the sight of him as he walks toward me. The muscles in broad shoulders fill out his suit jacket quite nicely. “Why are you dressed like that?” I drag his desktop back into place, returning the keyboard to its rightful spot.

He pulls me up from the chair and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I’ll never understand what you find so entertaining about those foolish conversations.”

“It’s just fun to talk with people who…” I glance toward the computer.

“They don’t know who you are. They’re not your real friends, my flower.” His fingers skim along my chin.

“I know. But I like them anyway.” I sit on the desk as he takes the seat I just vacated. “What’s with the suit?”

“You don’t like it? I thought for sure you’d like this suit,” he answers, clicking away at the keyboard.

“It’s nice.” It’s very nice. Navy blue, cashmere blend with a crisp white shirt accented by gold cuff links and a periwinkle blue silk tie. The ensemble plays up his deep ebony eyes. His long black hair is tied back at the nape of his neck, and his face is shaved, baby-smooth, revealing the cleft centered in his perfectly chiseled chin.

“It’s unusual for you to dress so formally when you’re simply going to the office.” I run my hand down his ponytail allowing the thick hair to slide through my fingers, fanning his cologne into the air. 

He smells heavenly. Eternity cologne, my favorite, blends with his scent, a manly, woodsy, sort of campfire-ish aroma with a sweet tang. It makes my mouth water.

“I have a meeting that requires more formal attire.”

The V Mail System opens on the screen. The nightly news flash features a very angry looking Cletus Shiftbottom snarling as he’s dragged away in chains.

“They finally caught him. I knew it wouldn’t take long,” I say.

“That is a picture from three days ago. He’s escaped again,” Stefan comments as he navigates to his personal vmail.

“They should have known he’d escape. Why didn’t they just kill him when they caught him?”

As he stares at the picture on the screen his left nostril twitches, and I know he’s thinking about his honor. “I will deal with Cletus myself.”

I purse my lips. A good master is honor-bound, which is just a nice way of saying, you made it, you deal with it. I’ve seen Stefan deal with the whole honor-bound issue a lot. It’s never pretty.

“Well, let me know if you want some help. I’ll be happy to stake him myself after what he’s done. You know he’s making you look like an idiot, right? Everyone is talking about how he’s gone bonkers, terrorizing other vampires, scaring humans, even giving shit to the wolves.” A chip in the nail polish on my pinky finger stands out in stark contrast to sparkly dark pink paint. “Damn it. I just painted these.”

“I am well aware of what’s being discussed and why, darling. I do not need you to remind me.” His tone is less than grateful.

“You don’t have to get snippy.”

“Cletus overpowered the four guards assigned him. He’s much more powerful than anyone realized.” He opens a message titled Blue Moon.

“Like I said, let me know if I can—”

“No. You can’t help.” He clicks on the attachment in the email, and the financials for one of his subsidiary companies opens. As he stares at the information in front of him his cheek pulses.

My shoulders sag. “It’s always the same answer.” I glance at the screen. “Is there supposed to be so much red?”

He inhales sharply as he clicks the keys on his computer. “No.” The pages scroll down moving like a slot machine reel. He nods and closes the application.  

“I will be very late tonight, possibly not returning until just about dawn.” He stands and kisses my forehead. “I would appreciate you staying home.”

“That’s fine. I have some…” I smile. “Some reading to catch up on.”

His gaze wanders over me, a heated brush of his presence.

I feel my cheeks flush.

His left eyebrow rises. “What are you reading?”

I squeeze his hands and avoid his eyes. “Oh, a little something.”

I turn away to lead him toward the door.

“Chryssie, what book?” He’s right behind me, close enough that it’s not his presence I feel, but his body molded to mine. His arms clamp around my waist and he pulls me back against him. “What book?”

“Nothing to worry about.” I try to wiggle loose, but he only holds me tighter.

“You haven’t been down in my personal library again, have you?” He breathes the words against my hair, and my legs go all rubbery.

I giggle, sliding my hand between his lips and my ear. “Stop that. You told me not to read any of those books, so I’m not.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive. The last time I read one I didn’t really enjoy the ending.” How was I supposed to know? When you read some book of odd scripture and end up releasing forty demons, you don’t enjoy the ending. Trust me. I learned my lesson.

“The story hasn’t quite ended. Cheng and Martin are still working on apprehending the fugitives,” he says, sweeping my hair back from my neck and kissing me.

Cheng and Martin work for Stefan. They’re wonderful. Two of the most talented, strongest, fastest, deadliest—but in a nice way—vampires I’ve ever met.

“How many more?” I rest my head back against his chest.

“They’ve managed to send twenty-eight back. They’ll be busy for a while.” He kisses my cheek. “I love you, darling. Promise me you will stay home tonight.” He steps in front of me, straightening his jacket and reaching for the doorknob. “The wolves are on duty this evening. You shouldn’t have any problems.” 

“I promise.” I spin around and head back toward the desk.

Before I’ve taken a full step, he appears in front of me. “You’re up to something.”

“What do you mean?” My voice is perfectly even, not a single note raised.

I have perfected Poker Face. Most vampires are good at it. I am not good at it. I am exceptional.

There’s just one little problem.

“Look at me, Chryssie.” And there it is.

You see, to look at him gives him an opportunity to study me, my emotions, my thoughts. I’ve been working on blocking him and on occasion I am able to do it. That is, I am able to do it if he’s not completely focused on me and if there’s a lot of distance between us. But when he’s standing two inches from me, it’s a whole other story.

I blink up at him, slowly, my brown eyes widening. Poker Face melts away and is replaced by another very familiar face. Her name is Crybaby.

My lips pucker to a very slight pout. Then, I glance down, just for a second to allow my hair to fall forward, hoping to gain some composure. A blanket of copper waves falls over my face. I push the left side behind my ear and look up, blinking slowly, the pout making my lips tremble. Tears form in my eyes.

“You don’t trust me,” I croak, and my bottom lip quivers as I fight to hold back the rush of tears. “I’ve been so good for so long. The demon thing was an accident. I didn’t know. I thought you were hiding dirty books. How was I to know you had that down there? And what are you doing with them anyway? You still haven’t explained.” I can’t stop the waterworks and tears rush down my cheeks.

“I’m sorry, my flower. You have to understand, it’s awfully odd how you simply agreed to stay home tonight. You never just agree. It’s always an argument or a fight to get you to do what’s best for you. I wasn’t prepared.”

He hugs me against his chest, and I cry all over his beautiful new suit.

“I just like my new computer.” I hiccup. “And I’m learning how to use it.” I sniffle. “And I like talking to my new blog friends.” I wipe my nose on his lapel. “That’s all.”

“I’m glad you like it. I wasn’t sure if it was the best birthday gift, but you seem quite happy.” He rubs my back. “I do need to leave, Chryssie. I’m sorry I upset you.”

He pushes me away from him and stoops to look at me.

I glance up, absolutely certain my mascara is running down my face and my lipstick is smudged along my cheek. The evidence is smeared across his chest.

He pulls out a handkerchief and wipes my cheeks. “I’ll make this up to you. I promise.”

“Your suit is ruined.” I use his handkerchief to dab at the red stain on his shirt.

“Don’t fuss about it. I’ll change. You know I have others.” He kisses my cheek before heading for the door. 

I nod. “I won’t leave the house. There won’t be any trouble tonight. I swear.”

The Demon Mistress ~ Book 1, The Eva Prim Series   by   Jordan K Rose   |   See Bio >
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A Friend For Eternity

What’s a girl to do when she discovers her husband, who happens to be the Master Vampire for the New England Region, has been lying to her for, oh, say a hundred and eighty years? 

Well, it all depends. If she’s accidentally released forty demons from some creepy old book, unintentionally announced the existence of vampires on The Internet, kidnapped a werewolf, enraged a lovesick vampire by stealing his approved mate, and attracted the attention of The High Commander for The Vampire Federation, not to mention gotten stoned and mastered the forbidden art of demon calling, she might be willing to call it even. 

Or, she might plead her case at an Inquisition and hope like all hell, she isn’t staked before sunrise. Eh, a slightly busier night than usual, but nothing Eva Prim can’t handle.

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