“Elaine White grew up in a small town on the east coast of Scotland. She is an author of paranormal romance, crime and MM romance.
Fighting cancer in her early teens taught her that life is short and dreams should be pursued. She lives vicariously through her independent, and often hellion characters, while living comfortably at home with a pack of wolves cleverly disguised as one standard poodle.
A self-professed geek, Elaine has fallen in love with the research linked with her novels. The more obscure the better. She has recently delved into reading and writing MM romance/erotica and is now a happy addict of the genre.”
*Previously called ‘Cacodemon*
Rocker Peregrine is shocked when stunningly attractive fan, Cade, reveals he is actually a Cacodemon, a warrior for Lucifer. More frighteningly enough Cade is his maker. Designed to his preference, Perry is his idea of human perfection. But when Lucifer asks too much of Perry, he and Cade must choose between happy ignorance or the most impossible reality.
When you discover you were genetically created to be a companion to a warrior demon, how much darkness can you stomach before it gets too much?
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“It took half an hour to pack and get a taxi to Darrick’s apartment. Perry had asked the receptionist to give Tristram his message in two hours time, so that they were long gone, by the time he found out he was leaving.
Once they got there, they locked all the windows and doors, sat down with a coffee and traded secrets. Darrick talked about Pirro and their relationship, lamenting over the fact that he’d spent so much time with someone who didn’t deserve him. In return, Perry told him the truth about his relationship with Cade, how it started and the mental confusion it caused, now that he wasn’t here with him.
“Do you really think you could protect us, if something happened?” Darrick wondered, blowing on his coffee, as they stared at the TV.
For being a reporter, he’d skipped past the news channel and settled on switching the function to link with his laptop. When Perry thought he would start working, when he switched it on ten minutes ago, he’d surprised him and brought up an app, that showed a crackling log fire. The sound effects and burned amber hues were making him feel tired, which was one feeling he wasn’t going to fight. He’d had a hell of a week and all he really wanted, was to snuggle up with Cade. Without him, it just wasn’t the same.
“It worked with the demon, at the press conference. He was really freaking scary, so I figure it should work on anyone else.” He chuckled, thinking back to how terrified he’d been when he thought that demon was going to kill Linc. He had all the brawn and muscles that Cade had, but none of the sweetness or approachability.
But thinking about that other demon, who was identical to Cade, in his demon body, made him miss his boyfriend. He didn’t know where he was, what was holding him up and why he wasn’t responding to any of his attempts to get in touch with him.
Where are you? Perry asked, again. You don’t have to come home, if you can’t or you’re busy, but at least talk to me. He begged, rubbing his forehead as it started to pound. The longer Cade was out of touch, the more weak and tired he felt. His headache had been a dull ache all day long, never disappearing but not getting worse. Now, it seemed to throb and pulse.
He blinked, as a hand waved in front of his face and he found Darrick leaning awfully close. The reporter looked worried, so he pre-empted his concern and forced a smile. “Sorry, I’m really tired. I think I’m just going to get some sleep. It’s been a hell of a day.” He confessed to as much as he could, so that he didn’t have to lie. Darrick trusted him and they were all they had, right now, so he didn’t want to start lying to him, about something as important as how he felt.
He’d been there, to see Darrick suffer Pirro’s harsh words, rejecting him as a companion. It was probably one of the worst days of his life, so he wasn’t going to betray the connection they’d made, by ignoring Cade’s absence, or how it made him feel.
“Alright,” Darrick nodded, looking a little disappointed. “I’ve turned the heat on, in the spare room, so it should be more comfortable in there. I don’t really use it that much.” He explained, though it wasn’t necessary.
“Dude, I’m so tired, I could sleep in a freezer and not care how cold it was.” He joked with him, since he knew he was nervous about someone ‘famous’ being in his home. He gave his arm a light shove, on the way past, and offered a smile. “I’ll see you in the morning, if we’re not bombarded with supernatural creatures, during the night.” He said, only just managing to get the words out, before a yawn caught him off guard.
“Yeah. That would be just our luck.” Darrick agreed, sounding less nervous.
“It really would be.”
When he reached the living room door, he looked back to where Darrick was sitting. He let out a deep sigh and sat back in his seat, to pick up his coffee cup again. “I’m really grateful, you know.” Perry reminded him, since he’d waved off and ignored his last attempt to thank him. “For the drink, at the press conference, for understanding. For not thinking I’m crazy, even though it’s a real possibility that I might be. You didn’t have to be there for me, but you were and it’s fucked up your life. Yet, here I am,” he sighed, as he realised just what a mess he’d made of the last few days.
“Pirro wasn’t your fault, Perry.” Darrick said, quietly, before turning to look over his shoulder at him. “All you did was expose the truth. What kind of reporter would I be, if I couldn’t handle it, just because it’s the truth of my own life?” He asked, with a wry smile.
“A human one.” He answered, honestly.
When Darrick didn’t answer, he left the room and headed for his room for the night. He had a nice big double bed, all to himself, and the bathroom was just down the corridor, so he was happy. He’d unpacked as soon as they arrived, so that all he had to do was change and slid into the warm bed, before falling asleep. He would worry about Darrick and Cade, and what he was going to do to help them, in the morning, when he was thinking more clearly.
I wish you were here, he sighed, as he closed his eyes, instinctively reaching out for Cade, who should have been there, beside him. Just as it had been, since Cade disappeared in a mist of smoke, only silence followed his plea.”