[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Romance, M/M, demons, consensual BDSM, HEA]
Dante Louis is a struggling musician in New Orleans with no time for a social life. He doesn't know that his passion has caught the eye of some otherworldly creatures who want more from him than the music he makes.
Eroc Alighieri is a sex demon on probation for showing mercy to a human. When the King of the Incubi hands him the important mission of retrieving Dante’s soul, he knows that it is his last chance. But Eroc never anticipated the pleasure he feels when obeying the sexy musician.
Can the two overcome their differences and make a meaningful relationship out of a shady business deal? Or will they both lose themselves in the roles they've been cast to play?
Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Jana Downs is a Siren-exclusive author.
"There are lots of stories about temptation, the vast majority deal with what happens if a good person is tempted to sin or do something bad. What I loved about this book is that it turns this around, and asks what happens if a bad guy (or supposed bad guy) like, say, a demon, is tempted into being good? A very interesting and fun twist on the morals of Heaven and Hell, and one that is written with lots of humor to boot. Dante is a human rock musician who is tempting enough to have the demons of hell after him – literally. They wish to ‘recruit’ him and, in the tried and proven way well-known since ‘The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus’ (by Christopher Marlowe, later reworked by Goethe), all they need to do is get Dante to sell his soul. Eroc is the lust demon entrusted with this mission. He is in deep trouble before the story even begins. Being on probation because he was too nice is not a good place to be, and he is willing to do anything to prove that he is a worthy demon. Until he meets Dante in the flesh and discovers there is more to life than having a good time in Hell. His road isn’t easy, his decisions are tough, but the reward, if he can make it work, is true love. This book made me laugh about the ‘upside-down’ morality which had a logic all its own, I loved the characters and how they interacted, and watching them struggle with the realization of what they really wanted was very entertaining. If you like books about demons, if a slightly different perspective on good and evil doesn’t bother you, and if you think you can stand, maybe even enjoy, the heat a lust demon and his new favorite human can create between each other, you will probably like his book." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
5 KISSES: "Jana Downs is a fairly new author for me. I’ve only read a couple of her books, but I have to admit, I’ve really loved them all. She’s quickly become one of those authors that I’m keeping an eye out for. I really like her creative storytelling ability as well as her unique and sexy characters. The blurb does an excellent job at describing the story, so I won’t rehash it. Instead, I thought I’d write about why I loved this book and why I recommend it. Dante is a struggling musician in a rock band trying to land a record deal. His band is becoming more popular, but he still struggles to make ends meet by working two jobs and playing gigs with his band. When he meets the seductively sexy Eroc, Dante is immediately attracted to the sexy man. Before he realizes it, with a play of words, he’s sold his soul and has made a deal with Eroc, who is an Incubus, that Eroc will be his ‘sex slave’ until his band gets a record contract. Then the contract will be fulfilled and Eroc will go onto his next conquest. Although, Dante is disturbed and upset that he’s been tricked, there is something about Eroc that captivates Dante. He finds himself actually liking the Incubus as well as feeling affection toward him. I liked how even though Dante was angry for being tricked, he’s settled within himself enough to somehow forgive Eroc and therefor allows his feelings for Eroc to come to light. Eroc was another sexy character that I really loved. Although he’s an Incubus, he’s working toward being promoted to higher level instead of getting most of the undesirable clients. When he meets Dante, Eroc doesn’t understand the intense attraction and feelings he has for Dante. He’s afraid of them, but he still can’t help but want to push aside these fears and reservations of them, because he likes and cares for Dante so much. The story itself is very interesting and well-written. I liked the world the author created for the Incubus’ and enjoyed the wild ride these characters gave me. This was one of those books I read from cover to cover without stopping and I loved every minute of it. I truly hated to see it come to an end, but I’m thrilled that this is the first book in a series. I can’t wait to see what the author has in store for us yet! Sexy, creatively written and a whole lot of fun, The Incubus Song is one of my favorite books I’ve read this year. I loved the strong attraction and love between the two men and look forward to reading more from Ms. Downs in the future! Highly Recommended!" -- Gabbi, Top 2 Bottom Reviews
“You were really something out there.”
A soft voice caused Dante to whip around in surprise. He could’ve sworn he was alone when he entered the room. A man around his own age, midtwenties at most, leaned against the wall which led into a small bathroom at the back of the room with the ease of a man who was used to being in places where he wasn’t supposed to be but not giving a damn about the forbidden. He wore a pair of ripped blue jeans that had chains hanging off the back like suspenders, which was typical of the crowd Ricochet Romance tended to attract. The pants were tight enough to show off his thickly muscled thighs, and a tight black T-shirt advertised his sculpted torso and the band Black Light Burns. He was an alternative fan all right. His body was tight enough that Dante’s gave a visceral response despite the fact that he’d snuck up on him so easily.
The corner of the man’s mouth quirked up into a slight smile. His lips were luscious, full, absolutely made for kissing. A straight patrician’s nose balanced a face which was almost too beautiful. His features were perfectly proportioned, his cheeks smooth, his eyebrows perfectly manicured. But it was his eyes that caused Dante’s mouth to fill with saliva. Unearthly blue seemed to mimic fire-encased ice. Without a doubt he was the most beautiful man Dante had ever seen—but why was he here?
The stranger smirked. “You know it’s supposedly rude to stare.” The man’s voice was filled with warmth and amusement as he spoke. “Though if you’re the one staring, I don’t think I mind.”
“What are you doing in here?” Dante asked. He shook his head to try to clear off the fog of lust which seemed to smother intelligent thought. He took an involuntary step in the stranger’s direction. What the hell was going on?
The man continued to smile. “I came to see you, Dante.”
Dante shivered as the man’s voice wound its way around his cock.
“Oh, uh, yeah?” Dante stuttered. What is wrong with me? He wasn’t normally so tongue-tied around a hot guy. Dante knew he was good looking and had never before had issues with feeling so awkward.
“Oh, yes.” The man pushed off the wall and approached him with a slinky sway of his hips. He stuck out his hand in greeting. “I’m Eroc.”
“Air-rock? That’s an interesting name,” Dante murmured.
He took the hand offered to him, and it was like he’d stuck it into a light socket. Electric tingles of awareness shot up his arm, down his body, and came to rest at the base of his cock. Jesus. He snatched back his hand and rubbed it absently on his leather pants.
“What can I do for you, Eroc?” he asked.
Eroc stepped into his space, coming close enough so that his cinnamon-and-cloves scent teased Dante’s nostrils.
“I want you to give me your soul,” Eroc whispered with a teasing smile. He leaned up until their lips almost touched.
Is this some sort of joke? “My soul?” he asked with an uneasy chuckle. Maybe this was some sort of joke. Maybe this guy was a groupie who was taking a weird, off-beat, humorous approach to getting into bed with him. That was it. He decided. With the way the guy was throwing off sexual energy, there was no other explanation.
“What are you going to give me for it?” Dante asked.
He let his eyes fill with lust as Eroc licked his bottom lip. He wouldn’t mind a roll in the hay with this sexy groupie. He took another long look up and down Eroc’s lean frame. He had condoms in his wallet, which was in his other pants if the man was game. Though it was unusual that he took a groupie home, this one was hot enough to make an exception.
“Well, I’m going to give you your every wicked fantasy for as long as you can stand it,” Eroc purred. “If you want anything specific, you need to tell me now so we can add the terms to the list.”
“How about you stay with me as my sex slave until I’m famous?” Dante returned. If this guy was a groupie, then he could take this as far as he wanted. After all, they both knew this was just about sex. In fact, he was flattered that such a sexy man had followed him back to his dressing room. He’d never had that happen before. Eroc regarded him with a serious expression for a moment before nodding hesitantly.
“All right.” He gave Dante a saucy grin. “I’ll be your sex slave until you sign a contract with a major record label, just so we’re clear on what defines ‘famous.’ Okay?”
“Sure thing,” Dante growled. He couldn’t wait to get this sexy groupie under him.
“Excellent.” Eroc smiled. “Shall we?” he asked, opening the top button of Dante’s leathers with deft fingers.
What a weird guy. He mentally shrugged. This was one of the perks of being a musician, apparently. He watched in fascination as Eroc fell gracefully to his knees. He didn’t want to question his good fortune, but—Dante swallowed hard—was he really going to do this?
“Your hands are magic,” Dante noted. “They’re designed to be pleasurable?”
“Yes,” Eroc whispered.
“So how much better will it feel to fuck you?”
“Do it and find out,” Eroc said.
The challenge caused Dante to grin. “Stand up and strip for me,” he commanded.
Eroc raised an eyebrow at him and stood. The human really was taking the fact Eroc was his “sex slave” seriously. The game wasn’t unfamiliar, but to have Dante stick so close to their roles was something new. Usually his assignments were pretty unimaginative. Dante was already proving himself to be unpredictable, and damn if Eroc didn’t find the quality intriguing.
Slowly he drew his tank top over his head and let it fall from his nerveless fingers. He was shaking in anticipation and nervousness. I feel like a virgin on his first fuck. He pulled off his leather arm cuffs, sweatbands, belt, and let them all fall down to clink softly against the thin carpet. He watched Dante’s eyes darken as he noted the dragon tattoo that snaked from its place above his heart down his abdomen and disappeared under the edge of his pants. It was something he and his sister had gotten on a stint in Japan fifty years ago. The design had become pretty mainstream nowadays, but then it had been the markings of someone who lived on the edge, the place Eroc loved to be. He reached up to take off the collar around his throat.
“Leave it,” Dante commanded.
Eroc let his hand drop from the buckle on his throat and shivered. He bent from the waist to undo the laces on his boots so he could toe them off one by one. Finally he reached the button on his cargo pants. He was panting like he’d run a marathon.
With excruciating slowness, he undid the zipper and pushed them down his hips. He wore black boxer briefs which hugged his ass and hard length.
“All of it,” Dante demanded.
That sexy growl caused Eroc’s nipples to harden and his cock to twitch in answer. Eroc pushed his boxers down his hips and kicked them across the room. At last he was naked.
“God, you are beautiful,” Dante murmured. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as Eroc took two steps toward the bed. “Wait,” he said suddenly. “There are condoms and lube in the top drawer of the dresser.”
Eroc was shaking in desire. “I’ll grab the lube. Condoms are unnecessary. I don’t carry diseases, and I can’t catch any.”
“I’ve never done skin to skin,” Dante said with a shiver of his own. The idea of taking Eroc with nothing between them but desire seemed to really turn him on.
Eroc opened the drawer and quickly retrieved the slick. He poured a good dollop onto two fingers on his right hand and used the other to spread the cheeks of his ass.
“W–what are you doing?” Dante asked. Had no one played like this with him? It seemed like such a waste. Dante was made to be kinky. That slight tremor in the human’s voice was probably due to Eroc’s intoxicating touch. Dante’s reaction wasn’t atypical, but the way he handled it certainly was. The spell Eroc was weaving over him was overwhelming, and he knew it. His power to overwhelm wasn’t something he used on all of his victims, but he was pulling out all the stops for Dante.
“I’m lubing myself up for you, sexy. I’m going to fuck my tight ass with my fingers so it’s ready to take your hard cock,” Eroc purred. Without ceremony, he plunged those fingers into his ass as promised and groaned as he worked them in and out of his body for Dante’s viewing pleasure.
“Oh fuck.” Dante echoed his groan. Oh yeah. Someone hasn’t had his lovers perform for him before.
Eroc planned on making this one of the sexiest sights Dante had ever seen. Eroc rocked his hips back as if he was chasing the fingers that were plunging and withdrawing from his tight hole. He let out another moan of desire and screwed his fingers in a little deeper. The position was awkward for someone inexperienced, but Eroc was used to being on display. He’d always been an unapologetic slut muffin. Being an Incubus was the perfect excuse for his appetite. His gaze went to Dante, and he swallowed hard. The beautiful man was a pleasure to perform for.
“Fuck that. I’ll get you ready. Get over here, Eroc. Now.” Dante barked the order. It made Eroc chuckle.
“I wanted to give you a good show,” Eroc said in a petulant voice. He pumped his hand once more before withdrawing it from the confines of his body. He still hadn’t touched his aching cock. The anticipation and tension built.
“I want some audience participation,” Dante joked, motioning toward his own hard arousal.
Eroc grinned and crawled onto the edge of the bed. “As you command, Master.”
He paused to kiss the instep of Dante’s foot. The singer shivered under the onslaught of sensual kisses he placed along his legs and thighs. Eroc gave one lingering lick on the weeping head of Dante’s erection before continuing up his torso.
The glinting rings of Dante’s pierced nipples presented Eroc with a fascinating plaything. First he flicked the hoops lightly with his fingertips, causing the nubs to harden instantly. Dante’s gasp made Eroc want to do it again. This time he pinched both of them at the same time, twisting them gently. Eroc knew every touch by his hands was amplified a hundred times more than a human’s. He leaned down and took one of those sexy rings into his mouth, playing with the bits of flesh and metal with his tongue. He’d never had a client with such fascinating adornments. He switched to the other nipple, nipping it lightly with his teeth. It amazed him how the metal warmed from the ministrations of his mouth.
“Ride me,” Dante said. “I want to see you above me.”