Club Demon

By Kristen J. Shallot

Death. Blood. Lies. And demons?

Rominna is dealing with the death of her addict mother as she goes for a three am joyride in her small town of Diamond City, AR. She comes across an unfamiliar club that she finds out to be a club for demons. She finds one demon with a soft spot for humans and he vows to protect her. As they get to know each other and his fellow demons are on the prowl for Rominna, their new relationship is tested. Will he keep her safe, or will he join in and kill her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kristen J. Shallot
• Release date: May 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310653162

Kristen J. Shallot

Kristen J. Shallot is an author, predominantly in the erotic romance and paranormal romance genres. She has been writing since she was eleven years old and takes great joy in bringing her fantasy worlds to life. She can be found on Wattpad, Twitter, and Facebook! She has a few projects lined up for summer and fall 2016; including a book of poems, the sequel to her story Her Firemen, a thriller, and a zombie trilogy!

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Club Demon

Acknowledgements;

Club Demon was written by: Kristen J. Shallot

Club Demon was published by: Kristen J. Shallot at Smashwords

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Copyright 2014 © Kristen J. Shallot

There’s nothing like a three A.M joy ride.

Feeling the wind in your face, ruffling your hair, and your favorite rock 'n roll band on the radio can really lift your spirits. Riding down lonely, long roads that wind along for hours are even better. You get to be alone with your thoughts and your music, and you realize what is important.

I had been dealing with the loss of my mother for the last six weeks. Long story short, it had turned me into a different person. Her death was a long time coming, however. She drank like a fish, smoked like a chimney, and snorted enough cocaine to make her as high as a kite for days on end. But still, you never think of your parent's mortality. You prefer to think of them as invincible superheroes.

I was in charge of funeral arrangements, which I didn’t handle too well. My mother wanted to be cremated, but I couldn’t stand the thought of her body being turned into gray ashes and thrown into the ocean like trash. It just seemed so… cold and cruel. Instead, I went against her wishes and buried her in a white oak casket. She was buried in her father’s flannel shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, and her favorite pair of flip flops. Her hair was combed out, and I applied a little lipstick and eye shadow to her eyes. I wanted to make her feel pretty, something she had never felt in her entire life.

The funeral was small. Only a handful of people decided to come. Me, my brother, and my three sisters, and my ex-boyfriend. None of her relatives wanted to come, and her junkie fiancé slept through the services. She was buried between her mother and father under a willow tree. I felt that, even though it wasn’t what she wanted, the arrangement still would have made her happy.

I finally made it to the end of a long and winding road, and stumbled across a little club. Industrial music blared from the little building, which looked more like a two story house. Curious and unable to sleep, I parked my car and made my way to the entrance. The bouncer let me in without even asking for any ID, which I found to be strange. I walked into the club and found about 75 people listening to music and drinking beer. The music was