Breathless Press Week: Demon Heart by Nicole Dennis

Nicole Dennis Bio

Ever the quiet one growing up, I often slid away from reality and curled up with a book in my lap to slip into the worlds of my favorite authors, too numerous to name here, but never forgotten. They saved me from dark times, low moments, and probably from making choices that would have led down darker paths.

Since then, I had a fascination with fantasy, paranormal and the neverending appeal and beauty of romance. Always the happiness and perfection of romance. It seems only natural all of these loves would come together in my writing. I began to craft little stories for my dolls when I was around eight, but all that changed the summer I was fourteen and introduced to my aunt’s Silhouette Presents novels. Oh my, what a world that opened.

It’s been non-stop since that hot New Jersey summer. It’s only gotten worse (in a good way) now?I moved out and created a personal library full of novels filled with dragons, fairies, vampires, shapeshifters of all kinds, and romance, always I came back to romance. Still, there were these characters in my head, worlds wanting to be built on paper, and stories wanting to be told and I began writing them down whether during or after class. I continue to this day, only recently has it begun to become fruitful for me, spreading out to let others read and enter my worlds, meet my characters, and see what I see.

No matter what I write, my stories of romance with their twists of paranormal, fantasy, and erotica will always have their Happily Ever Afters.

I currently work in a quiet office in Central Florida, where I also make my home, and enjoy the down time to slip into my characters and worlds to escape reality from time to time. At home, I also become human slave to two crazy cats – an angelic red tabby and a semi-demonic black-orange calico.

I love to hear from readers and fans, don’t be shy. Find me on the ‘net or send me an email.

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Demon Heart

A Necklace with a Surprise

*curled up in a Papasan with a purring red tabby on lap* Hello everyone! Thank you, Serena, for having all of us from Breathless Press on your blog. This is such a wonderful pleasure to join you. This is my beloved kitty, Mia, who often lends a paw or flicks a tail across my keyboard, when I?m writing and insisted on joining me. She often keeps a snarky muse from butting into my blogs so it?s a good thing she?s here.

Demon Heart started out as a promise to my youngest cousin to create a story with her as the main character. Constance, the heroine, took on a lot of my cousin?s appearance and quirks while I was writing. Of course, I had to create a fabulous hero for my cuz and Aramir the fire demon appeared. Still there had to be the reason why these two were brought together.

Something beyond a typical reason for Aramir to first be bound to the jewel. Then a reason for Constance to want to help or love Aramir beyond him being a simple?simple?? ::grin::? sex demon.

I don?t want to give away too much.. But I do hope you enjoy the reasons I came up with for Connie and Aramir along with the preternatural town of Maple, Maine, which I will be visiting soon with future stories with Breathless Press.

Don?t forget to comment for a chance to win a free pdf copy of Demon Heart!


Can a fire demon bound to a ruby necklace find a way to love?

Running errands before Halloween, a dazzling ruby necklace in a window display draws Constance Morelli into a store where she hears the tale of a demon bound as a sex slave by an evil sorceress. If she stands naked under the moonlight and repeats a spell, the demon will appear to grant every sexual desire she ever dreamt about. Not quite believing the story, but seeing a flame in the fire, she takes the jewel home and finds herself in possession of a naked demon hunk named Aramir.

After 4,000 years of dealing with various mistresses in one sexual way or another, Aramir knows what to expect when he appears in the moonlight. Only this mistress is different and he finds himself fed, clothed, and treated like a real man not a slave. What is a bound demon to do with such a lady?


“Holy cannoli, I can?t believe I?m doing this.” Connie ran a hand over hair that ran in wild waves to her shoulders. Her dark forest gaze looked around the quiet, empty backyard somewhat secluded by the fence and huge old oak trees, climbing roses, and lilac bushes. Still, in a neighborhood as small as hers, she never knew when some old coot or horny teen stared out a window, binoculars pressed to their eyes to catch the latest gossip.

A cold nose pressed against her bare skin giving her a bit of a shock. Then a soft whine.

She looked down at the small chocolate lab and terrier mix she recently rescued from the local shelter and brought into her small home. Dropping a hand from where it had a chokehold on the white satin robe, she gave one silky brown ear a scratch.

“Do you think I?m nuts, Cocoa?”

As a baker, what else could she name the little brown and white dog except her favorite baking ingredient? Chocolate. Luckily, it fit the little mutt to perfection.

The dog tilted her head and barked once.

Constance sighed. “Thanks. I?ll take that under consideration.”

The skinny tail swished and thumped against her leg.

Warmth flooded her chest from the ruby flame. It gave her strength to open the robe, lay it over the wooden railing, and walk down to the grass. She looked up as the moon came out from behind the clouds to flood her lawn with the pure natural light.

“This will either work or put me in the mental ward, Cocoa,” Constance said.

After a soft whine, the dog laid down, head on paws.

“Thanks for the support, girl.”

A little woof left the dog as an ear flicked in her direction.

Connie grinned. She cupped her hands around the necklace and lifted it from her skin. After another long inspection of the jewel, she watched the inner flame flicker under the natural light.

Would this actually work?

Standing nude in the moonlight, the necklace her only adornment, she clasped a hand around the flame, closed her eyes, and recited the words.

There was no flash of light. No rumble of sound. The ground didn?t shake. No warm hands on her body.

Her eyes opened. She looked around.

Cocoa whined in question.

“Well, Cocoa, that was a whole lotta nothing. I feel like a complete idiot.” Constance moved toward the patio and snagged the robe. “At least I got a beautiful necklace out of the deal. It?ll go great with my outfit for the dance.”

She lifted it again, only this time, something was different.

The jewel was darker. It felt empty.

Cocoa growled, low and nasty.

“You called me to your bed, milady?”

Spinning, pressing the robe to her front, Constance?s jaw dropped at the sight of the six-foot-three-inch naked male standing at the base of the porch. Not just any male, but a true blue hunk of walking sex.

“Oh my?” she squeaked.

5 Responses to “Breathless Press Week: Demon Heart by Nicole Dennis”

  • Lindsey Ekland:

    Have not spent time with this publisher before. I love PNR and demons are always a fovorite. WOuld enjoy reading this story.

  • Lisa Philpot:

    From one Jersey girl to another. I miss home :)P. Seriously I think I need to put you on my TBR pile. Selina this all sounds great. I am looking forward to having another author to enjoy on the cold nights that hare happening now. Along with you and a host of other ladies I anjoy reading and talking to when our paths cross. May sunlight shine your path…..

  • Lisa Philpot:

    another public apology to Selena for misspelling her name….

  • Totally Okay. *Hugs*

  • Marie*:

    I love Demon stories, getting lost in
    the fantasy for a few hours..mmm 🙂