The Demon Waiter





AUTHOR Laura Tolomei

FACEBOOK THREADS: Laura Tolomei Horror Side

GENRE: Erotica, Gay LGBT, Ménage à trois, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Horror, Shapeshiter, Romance, Holiday, m/m, m/m/f, m/m/m/f, m/m/m/m/m

ISBN# 9781554879977


PAGES# 121

WORDS# 33.000

HEAT: 5 flames

RELEASED: 15 October 2011

PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books

COVER ARTIST: Martine Jardin

Romance Junkies Review

THE DEMON WAITER is a mixture of horror, paranormal and erotica. Author Laura Tolomei blends them perfectly into a blazing hot read that will leave you breathless. Laurent quickly caught my attention with his confidence and demands – he definitely knows what he wants and is not afraid to take it. The supporting cast of characters pale in comparison with him. The demon world is uniquely built and creates an atmosphere that will leave you gasping. Definitely pick this one up if you like some paranormal with your sizzle!” RJR rated it 4 Ribbons


He hadn’t expected it. Not at all. And yet there it was, Laurent De Berger’s heart wish was a…impossible! And to think he had done it by the book, have sex in a dusty ghost town saloon with Anthony and Renée on Halloween night, only to find out…no, he still couldn’t believe it! But since there was no going around it, what to do now?


What really cemented their union, however, was the book. Not just any ordinary book, but The Book itself. Well, maybe a few explanations were in order.

In New Orléans he had discovered its existence quite by chance during one of his many business trips. Laurent loved the city with a French heart, the best one in the US for him, and couldn’t help seeking out its finer pleasures. Needless to say, they mostly concerned sex and doing it with a voodoo sort of witch was an experience all its own. With her amber-colored skin and Créole roots, Mélissane was exactly his type.

Met in a pleasure house, Laurent found her fascinating to the point of asking for individual services whenever he happened to be in town. And she agreed, going to his hotel and staying over for the duration of his trip, if necessary, or however long he required. Why shouldn’t she? I pay her more than she earns in a week in that rat hole. Since he was shelling out the hard piles of cash, he kept her to the bed, insatiable, to use her slender silhouette as he saw fit, in the dominating way he liked best.


It had become his usual routine with Mélissane, every free minute spent indoors except during Carnival, if Laurent was so lucky to catch it. Then he’d take her out and celebrate Mardi Gras as only a born and bred European could, having digested its traditions along with his mother’s milk.


No doubt about it, he could relate to it in a way he never had with Halloween. No, it wasn’t just a matter of dressing up in costumes, which people did on both occasions. It had more to do with the differences in their finalities. Unlike Halloween, the Carnival was the prelude to a very spiritual period emphasizing the connection to God, rather than that with spirits in general. Its feasts marked the beginning of Lent’s fasts, so the excesses in the celebrations were somehow justified by the rigors that would follow, to remind everyone God enforced a severe moral code on his promoters. Like Ramadan for the Muslims, so the Catholics had to observe a strict diet during Lent, the forty days preceding Easter, in order to purify their bodies and souls to make them worthy of Christ’s resurrection.


During Mardi Gras, some places tolerated promiscuity and outright sex in public, something Laurent naturally took advantage of. It was on one such occasion Mélissane told him about the book. Now how had things gone exactly? Oh, yes, now he remembered.