Blog Tour: Demon at My Door by Michelle Valentine Excerpt, Trailer & Giveaways

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 always 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*

Suddenly, he turns those gray eyes on me, nearly stealing my breath. I feel my insides turn as I wait for his response to my make-over. A wide smile slowly stretches across his face. He stands to greet me as I step closer. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I say back. I don’t even realize I’m grinning like an idiot until I feel heat flood my cheeks. I avert my gaze from his.

“Nat, honey, why didn't you tell me you had such a handsome friend,”Mom coos, obviously ecstatic a boy is showing interest in me and lingers on the last word a little too long.

I groan. “Mom…”

Rick chuckles and hides his smile behind his hand, but I’m too embarrassed to yell at him right now. He soon settles his amusement and speaks. “Are you ready, Nat?”

Curiosity engulfs my brain, and I instinctively tilt my head. “Ready? Ready, for what?”

He lifts an eyebrow. “Our date, of course.”

Date? What date? Did I overlook the part when I agreed to a date? “I—I didn't—”

“Sweetie, go,” Mom urges. “Have a good time.” She winks at me and leaves us alone in the living room. She’s obviously happy. I've changed my looks and now have a country-club worthy guy interested in me. The button down shirt and pressed khakis Rick’s wearing practically scream money, not to mention the shiny, black sports car parked out in the driveway.

I turn to Rick as soon as I’m sure Mom’s out of earshot. “I don’t remember agreeing to a date with you today.”

He steps toward me. “You didn't have to.”

My eyes narrow. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?”

He takes my hand in his. “Only when it comes to what I want.” A grin spreads across his face. “Come on. Let’s go.”

I peer into his eyes and get lost in the turbulent seas that thrash around in them. Being so close to Rick makes my heart flutter. In the movies, girls always fall for the heroic guy who saves their lives. Is it possible that’s all I’m feeling—a false sensation of intensity because he protected me? I’m still not fully over Stew. How is it possible to feel this pull toward Rick? Ugh. There I go again. If this is going to work—the new me—I need to put Stewart Masterson out of my mind. A date with Rick might be a step in the right direction.

Interlacing our fingers, I smile. “Okay.”

He gives my hand a gentle squeeze and bites his lip, trying to keep his smile from growing wider. “Let’s go.”