Sexy Snippets: Rock Demons

Tribal is my favorite demon and the character who holds the Lucifer’s Boys series together.  He’s not the romantic lead, just a rent boy from Hell.  Is this scene, a couple of demons are deciding who Tribal will service first.



The demons clenched their fists into something that looked like a craggy red boulders. They raised them and brought them down to chest level, then swung them up again.

Tribal crossed his arms and waited. Rock demons had trouble counting as high as three, and a game of boulder, parchment, scythe could easily confuse them if they didn’t give it all their focus.  

On about the sixth swing, they managed to stop. Both fists still closed. Rock demons invariably went with boulder.


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Oct 23, 2012 - Paranormal, Romance    15 Comments

Wicked After Dark Blog Hop

If you’re only being wicked after dark, you aren’t trying hard enough!

It’s me, Tribal the Demon! Happy Halloween! I love this time of year! I figured I’d take over for another post since the topic deals with being wicked, and I’m kind of an expert. Hey, the demon employment market is sort of crowded, so it pays to specialize. Evil is easy. Wicked takes work, but the payoff is better. If you do wicked just right, people love it.

Want to know my best wicked tricks? I once talked an angel into seducing a demon hunter. That was fun! Or there was the time when I set a ghost hunter up on a date with a ghost, and, well, sort of got him possessed. Yeah, that might sound evil, but trust me – rescue sex, totally worth it! Look, things get more interesting with a little hot demon action involved. I should know.

Want to win a bit of wicked lil’ me? To enter the drawing, just comment and say which of my wicked tales you want to read “Angel in the Middle” or “Demon Bait.”  Oh, yeah, I need to point out that the stories are M/M erotic romance in ebook form. I’m so hot I’d just burn paper!

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Oct 18, 2012 - Paranormal, Romance    55 Comments

Alpha Male Blog Hop

Hey, it’s me Tribal, the demon. The author is kinda busy with a work project, tormenting developers and such, so I said I’d take over for this blog post. Besides, I know a whole lot about alpha males. In fact, my Master, Lucifer, is sort of the ultimate alpha male, and he’s one hot dude.

So, why do we love alpha males so much? Because they’re strong, determined, and they know what they want. Of course, sometimes they’re wrong, and that’s where I come in. It takes a really sneaky demon to get an alpha male under control when he’s gone off on the wrong track.  Let’s take Lorenzo. My Master keeps offering him a job, and the stubborn Spaniard keeps turning him down. Even though he’s stuck haunting St. Augustine as a ghost—unless he just agrees to take a perfectly good job as a demon hunter.  So, who has to come in and save the day for the Alpha Male? Yeah, me. You can read about my totally heroic and sometimes erotic action in Demon Bait. Or even in Angel in the Middle.

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Aug 30, 2012 - Paranormal, Romance    41 Comments

Romancing the Hop with Franco

Fighting demons is easy. Franco doesn’t even bother with weapons anymore. Relationships are another matter. He’d rather pay for “services rendered” than let someone get close to him because he doesn’t think he’s worth being loved. It may take miracle, or at least an angel, to give the hero the courage to confront himself.

Want to see more of Franco and his story? Read the excerpt below and leave a comment telling me what “weapon” Franco chooses to fight the demon with. I’ll give away a copy of “Angel in the Middle” to a lucky winner.

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Chapter One

Franco stepped aside as a second police officer flew out of the alley and hit the side of the Hummer with a thud. The man slid to the sidewalk and lay unmoving beside his partner. The rest of the Atlanta street crowd had become invisible. Franco knew they’d be watching the street, but no one wanted to be found nearby when something started tossing cops out of an alley.

The smell of cheap rum in the air hinted at what had tempted this one from Hell. Booze, not sex. After all, he’d just thrown away two perfectly acceptable cops, but then, Franco always appreciated a man who supplied his own cuffs.

Opening the back of the Hummer, he studied his options. The alley was too narrow to swing the sword. He considered the crossbow. Nah, for this one—he pulled a half-empty bottle of Maker’s Mark out of the SUV. The liquid glowed like gold as he held the bottle up. Well, the job did demand sacrifices. He gave the unconscious officers a quick salute with the whisky and strode into the alley.

The demon loomed halfway down a narrow space cluttered with garbage from overturned cans and ripped trash bags. “Do you know who I am, mortal?” it bellowed.

Franco removed the top from the bottle and made a show of taking a swig. The scent of the whisky helped to mellow the reek of the alley. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and studied the creature. It could almost have passed for one of the homeless with its greasy skin and ragged bits of clothing. Except the homeless weren’t eight feet tall with leathery wings. Damn, if this one took to the air, he’d need the crossbow.

“Nope, who are you?” They never gave their real names, and he never understood the priests who expected them to. Franco edged forward. He’d been hoping this was just a minor imp to send back down to his work in the pits; then he’d be off for a night at The Heretic. Instead he had a high-ranking demon on a binge. There was one name on the latest list. He just hadn’t expected to run across him so soon.

“Lucifer, cast down from the Heavens. Look on me and despair.”

Not that high ranking. Franco tilted his head and stepped forward, as if he needed to get a closer look. “Nope, don’t think so. Luc’s a good-looking fellow.” He took another step, holding the bottle out in front of him. The creature’s gaze moved to it. “His hair isn’t greasy, and he doesn’t have boils.”

With a roar, the demon made a swing for the whisky. Franco pulled back, letting the bottle drop onto one of the half-empty trash bags. The demon lunged for it.

Franco caught him by one ear. “By your name, Gressil, I bind you where you stand.” The demon howled, and Franco tweaked the ear. “Thought so.” He’d only had time for one guess, but this had to be Gressil, the demon of sloth and indolence. Any other demon of his rank would have torn the street apart. Gressil had hunkered down in an alley to get drunk. “See, I’ve met Lucifer. Made a bargain with him once. It went something like this—I don’t go to Hell if you do.” The agreement also meant he was provided with the names of any free-roaming demons. The priests would have been jealous. When it came to demon hunting, they were freelancers. He was staff.

He tweaked the demon’s ear again. Even a lazy demon would object to being returned to the pits. “By your name, Gressil, I send you back to your duties in Hell.”

The demon stretched out his hand, possibly in a plea for pity but more likely in an attempt to reach the whisky bottle. Then the air sizzled around him and he vanished, leaving nothing more than the odor of brimstone to mingle with the scent of spilled whisky. Franco put his hand out and felt the static in the air where the demon had been. The energy wrapped around his fingers and moved up his arm as part of the demon’s life force became his. He stood for a moment, evaluating the change. “Hardly worth the effort.”

He strode from the alley to find one of the cops stirring. Since he could already hear the wail of approaching sirens, he checked the second officer to confirm that he was still breathing, moved the first cop away from the Hummer’s wheels, and drove away. The men had been lucky. Gressil ranked high in Hell’s power structure, but he was a lazy demon without the motivation to do much in the way of real damage.

Franco noticed a few curtains flicker as he drove down the deserted street. Tonight no one would talk. By morning three different gangs would be claiming responsibility for dropping the cops. And if he was lucky, he’d have a few days before the next assignment.


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Jul 26, 2012 - Paranormal, Romance    40 Comments

Every hero needs a demon!

Thanks to all who participated. Molly is the winner of Angel in the Middle. I’ll be doing another blog hop in the near future with another prize!

In honor of the Hero Hop, Tribal the Demon has insisted on taking control of the blog to discuss his views on romantic heroes.


Heroes, pfft, all muscles and brawn. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Okay, let’s be honest, there’s everything RIGHT with that. I’ve spent a little time with the hero in my day. But ladies, these dudes sometimes need a little help. Someone has to get in there and create a little trouble to get the hero and the other dude together. It’s not like you can trust them to do this on their own.

Take Darius. Oh, sure, Blondie is all cute and adorable, in a fallen angel sort of way.  Do you think he would have thought about going after Franco if I hadn’t explained to the guy exactly what he should do with that big, strong demon hunter? Nah.  He’d have gotten himself bounced all the way to Hell, which is exactly where I don’t need him to be.

Want to see what I’m talking about?  Just read a little about me below and then leave a comment telling me who I’m better looking than. (Yeah, I know – EVERYONE – but who do I mention below.) I’ll have the author send an ebook copy of “Angel in the Middle” to one lucky person.

# Tribal out #

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Tribal is summoned by Lucifer to answer a few questions.


His name rang like a bell in the massive entry hall. He could feel himself vibrating with the air itself. “Sorry, dudes, do you later. Love ya. Mean it.”

He landed on his hands and knees in the sand pit. He didn’t move. There were granules of blessed silver in the sand, and that stuff stung like heaven. He lowered his head until it was almost touching the sand. “Master.”

“You’ve been showing initiative.” The voice was deep and smooth, the words almost a melody.

“Yes, Master.” He didn’t move or raise his head. He wasn’t sure how big a sin initiative was. He’d never been accused of it before.

“Subverting my guards by making yourself available to them is something I expect from you. But servicing one of my demon hunters was,” the voice paused, “unplanned. I wouldn’t have expected Franco to fall for a demon, considering his job.”

“I’m better looking than Gressil.”

The Master chuckled at that. “And do you think the fallen one will also be able to seduce Franco?”

Tribal snorted. “Darius couldn’t seduce a fire demon on a cold day.” He raised his head just a bit. “Franco won’t be able to resist him for a second. Big Guy has the hots for angels, and Darius still fucking glows.”

“You’ve done well.”

Tribal raised his head the rest of the way. The figure on the throne smiled at him with a gentleness that was never seen in the pits of Hell. The Master had wings with ebony feathers that stretched out behind him. And he still possessed the ethereal beauty that marked an angel. Darius still had that beauty, and there was no way Tribal was letting a glowing angel boy get in on his territory. If his plan worked, Darius would stay right where he was–on earth.

“If this works, I will reward you,” the Master said. “If it fails … ah, but there is time to consider that later. Come, take a place at my feet.”

Tribal scrambled out of the sand pit and across the dark stone of the floor. He knelt at the Master’s throne, his head at the perfect level to observe the folds of the robe that covered the Master’s crotch. He looked up and winked. “Anything I can do for you while I’m down here?”


Lucifer’s Boys Series
Gay paranormal erotic romance for the daring reader.

Angel in the Middle
When Darius, the most naïve angel ever bounced out of Heaven, falls from grace and lands in Ybor City, Florida, he finds himself caught in a power play between Heaven and Hell. In desperation, he realizes he must follow the advice of Tribal, a fallen angel turned demon. Tribal advises Darius to seduce the demon hunter coming after him as a way to avoid going to Hell. But how can an angel, who has never experienced sex, seduce Franco, the big bad demon hunter, and just what does Tribal stand to gain by playing Cupid?

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