StarCrossed 1: Demon Tailz

StarCrossed 1: Demon Tailz

Jaye Valentine Reno MacLeod


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Demon Jace Barton owns Tailz, a colorful pub in Salem, along with his twin brother Konnor. Strange folks pass through every day, but on Halloween things get even more bizarre. Still, Jace is surprised when Cash Rowan pays him a visit with a tale that stands Jace's hair on end. (Violence, twincest)

ISBN: 978-1-4524-0233-8
CATEGORIES: ManLove, Paranormal, Vampires / Werewolves, Erotica, Shape-shifter
KEYWORDS: demon, vampire, tailz, twincest, gay erotica, urban fantasy, gay urban fantasy, paranormal, gay paranormal, salem


EBOOKS BY Reno MacLeod

COPYRIGHT Reno MacLeod/2008


Famous for the notorious witch trials of 1692, the small seaport town of Salem, Massachusetts had been trying to smudge out the horrible image of murder and injustice for centuries. In a complete turnaround, the town had begun welcoming anyone who was a self-proclaimed witch, and by the early 21st century, one in four Salem residents claimed either to be a witch or to know one.

It hadn't stopped there. The welcoming and nurturing attitude toward special residents hadn't gone unnoticed.

They lived undetected for years—vampires and were-creatures, angels and demons—stealthily and steadily filtering into the day-to-day lives of the humans. When the secret finally emerged, it had been to a handful of levelheaded individuals who recognized the potential for harmony . . . and chaos. A decision had been made to allow the supernaturals their continued, civilized co-existence with the caveat the secret must remain confined to Salem alone.

A fragile peace has existed ever since.


Chapter 1

Halloween. Salem. The two went hand in hand. Salem transformed itself each October from a sleepy little town into the party of the year for a month-long festival of playful fright and mischief. Ghost tale tours, costumed ballroom dances, and street vendors all cashed in on the not-so-rosy history of the coastal New England town.

The night before the big day, the upscale bar named Tailz was hopping with thirsty guys, gals, and ghouls. The place teemed with new faces: some in costume, some come-as-you-are. The locals knew better. When October rolled around, Salem residents typically took to their homes and waited out the maelstrom of tourism, including the supernatural residents.

Jace Barton, on the other hand, thrived on the chaos. The handsome, dark- haired demon loved living in the thick of the mortal coil. He'd owned Tailz, along with his brother Konnor, for several years now and business had never been better. At midnight, the bar was packed to the gills, and a rowdy cheer officially welcomed in the holiday. Tailz buzzed in full swing, and Jace barely had time to breathe between pouring drinks. By a quarter to one, most of the visiting party hounds were beginning to trickle out, stumbling back to their hotel rooms to rest so they could do it again later that night.

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Cash Rowan had given up for the evening. The tip he'd gotten from a hunter in upstate New York had garnered nothing but a wasted wild goose chase. He'd slept in the car for two nights straight, lurking around the athletic field concealing the tainted ground of Gallows Hill. He'd had half a mind at one point to say fuck it, to head south to check out the old Lizzie Borden house in nearby Fall River. It had been a long time since he'd taken out a ghost. If the rumors of that place being haunted by old man Borden and his second wife were true, then Cash would be more than happy to help them on their way. He'd seen the old TV movie rebroadcast at least a dozen times; Elizabeth Montgomery had been hot in her youth. Captured in that tacky bronze Bewitched statue in mid-town Salem, though? Eh, not so much.

When the apparitions failed to show at Gallows Hill after two long nights of patient surveillance, Cash decided to give up on that particular hunt. But the hunt driving him for the past ten years wouldn't let him leave without doing a little extra nosing around first. He'd gotten a room at a small bed and breakfast, showered and changed his clothes.

A brief chat with the innkeeper led him to this place. Cash held open the door as a long line of costumed, happily inebriated folk paraded out onto the street. He kept trying to get in, but they kept coming out. One even tipped him as if he were the goddamn doorman. When a break in the procession finally materialized, Cash slipped into the bar called Tailz. According to the innkeeper, Tailz offered the best chance for finding a demon in these parts.

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