Gìveaway (Int) & Spotlight on Crushed Seraphim: author Debra Anastasia chats with Satan Jack
Let’s give a warm welcome to Crushed Seraphim author Debra Anastasia!
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I want to thank DavinciKittie for letting me play on this awesome blog today! Below is an encounter between me and the Devil. You know, just a normal day in my world.
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“So we meet again.” Satan Jack looked from my slippers to the messy ponytail knot on my hair and chills soon replaced the path his gaze took. The man knew how to take in a woman, that’s for sure.
He exhaled his smoke and I coughed.
“No smoking in buildings anymore you know.”
He shook his head and his long brown hair fell in front of his deep brown eyes. He pushed it away with a practiced gesture.
“It’d take you a long time to come up with a rule I’ll obey.” He pushed on my slightly ajar door so I was forced to let him in. “Still living in this crap hole?”
“No, I break and enter in my pajamas nowadays.”
I rolled my eyes. Jack is Satan from my book Crushed Seraphim. He’s pretty pissed at me because I’m supposed to be working on his sequel. He’s cutting me some slack because my home was destroyed in Hurricane Irene and I’m living in temporary housing while a new house is built.
“Well, I hope you’re stealing some fast moving plotlines, ‘cause my balls are dying here.” Jack growled at my barking dogs that huddled in the corner like the cowards they were.
“You dogs are worthless! Attack him! I pick up your dumps in little bags for pete’s sake.” I shook my finger at my dogs who derived no courage from my words.
Jack flopped on my rented couch and took another puff. “And I’m here this time because…?”
He seemed happy. Maybe it was because he’d gotten another free pass out of Hell to visit. He loved the sunlight on his bare, muscled chest that was currently framed in a leather jacket. He glanced at his pectoral muscle and made it dance. I looked at the wiggling body part until I noticed the new ink there.
“Another tattoo?”
He exhaled. “Yeah. Just a little something for you.”
I squinted and stepped closer. The tat was a word, WRITE.
“Oh great. More pressure? That’s just what I need.” I sat down on the matching loveseat.
“You’re a grumpy bitch. I usually get at least a smile.” The smoke coming from his cigarette seemed to hear his words and curled into a gray, transparent smile.
“I’m sorry. You’re here for a guest blog post on Grave Tells. And thanks for showing up.” I twirled the ring on my hand.
“Any topic?” His deep brown eyes searched mine.
“Just getting to know you.” I pulled the blanket on the loveseat around my shoulders.
“I’m sexy, amazing in bed, and the evilest son of a bitch in the universe. Are we done?” He kicked his beat up motorcycle boots onto the rented coffee table.
“Great. Once sentence. That’ll give me what I need.” Again I was being short with him. It wasn’t like me. He was one of my very favorite characters and he knew it.
“Tell me what the Hell is going on here.” Jack was getting angry. His smoke was tuning red and starting to roll.
“It’s nothing. I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.” He waited me out with his unnervingly persistent gaze. I sighed. “I guess I’m homesick.”
He relaxed, sensing that I was telling the truth. “Well, that’s understandable. I can sympathize.”
I bet he could. He’d been tossed from heaven over a thousand years ago and running Hell ever since.
He shrugged. “Hey, the kids are happy, you’re making dinners, walking the dogs. It’s okay to be human for a minute once and a while.”
It was easier being snippy with him. He patted the couch and gave me a knowing look. I got up and sat next to him, he slung his arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze.
“You’re go-to defense is anger, and that’s fine. But don’t let it fester too long.” He smelled good. His smoke had a sweet smell and I had to love him for talking about my situation when I knew he was dying to quiz me on his sequel.
“Bittersweet Seraphim.” I smiled a little.
One of his eyebrows shot up, “What now?”
He returned my smile. His teeth were so white and his dimple had come out to play.
“I think that’s the title of the sequel.” I held my breath for his reaction.
“That sounds a bit depressing. Should I be concerned?” He became agitated and stood.
I shrugged. Honestly, at the moment in the plot he was naked as a jaybird and things were looking pretty dire.
“Can I get a drink?” He licked his lips. “Hell makes you thirsty.”
I nodded and went to the liquor cabinet. I knew he preferred rum. All I had was some weird spiced stuff leftover from the holidays. I turned to ask Jack if that would do just in time to see him standing over my computer furiously typing.
“Jack! Don’t you dare!” I ran to him and jumped on his back.
He ignored me and I peeked over his shoulder. He was cruising through my fairly unorganized files quickly. He pulled up the working manuscript. I covered his eyes while I hung on his back like a koala.
“No, you can’t it’s not even done!”
He was instantly furious. I could see his neck tense with the veins signifying his fury. “Was I just kissing a dude?”
I swallowed as he blindly picked up my computer and walked us onto my third story porch with the cords dragging behind.
I slid off his back and stood between him and the plummet he was determined for my Mac to experience.
“Listen you can’t read things like that out of context.”
He bit his lip and his eyes were wild. His smoke formed a wall of pulsating tornadoes behind him. “Where’s Emma?”
I knew that was really what bothered him. He wanted to know where the love of his life was. He was in love with an angel and she was in tremendous danger.
I pointed at the computer. “She’s in there right now. And I haven’t backed up my files so if you toss it? We’ll never know.”
It took an extraordinary tense amount of time before he turned in a huff and set the computer back down on my desk. He snapped and his smoke plugged all the proper cords back in.
“You need to fix this. I can’t be making out with men while she’s trapped. I’m giving you time –but I’m losing my patience.” He took some deep breaths and picked his cigarette up off the floor where it was burning without him.
Power permeated the room. I shook my stubborn head.
“I’ll write the end to that story how it’s meant to be. You can’t bully me into anything else. It’s my way or not at all.”
It was a stupid stance to take with the Devil. He could snap my neck, drag me back to his horrible home, anything but very few people accused me of being smart.
He clicked his tongue, his voice soft and compelling. “I don’t like this. You have to at least do me one kindness.”
I nodded. I did love him and hurting him didn’t bring me any joy.
“Don’t write when you’re angry or homesick. Do it when it feels right. Don’t force it.” He snapped his fingers again and his smoke compressed itself into a blasé, small stream by his drug.
“Okay.” I held open my arms, offering a hug by way of apology. He crossed the room and pulled me close.
He spoke into my hair, ruffling it. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
I pat his leather clad back until he was ready to leave. I watched him go down the stairs to the parking lot and closed the door when I could no longer see him. I sat back down in my computer chair and pulled up the offending document. I immediately broke my promise and continued writing his controversial scene. He doesn’t get out of Hell much, so I should be safe.
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I hope you liked my dangerous afternoon. Here’s the information on Jack’s book…
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Satan Jack definitely has an attitude. He just needs the right woman to bring him to heel. This was a great way to start my Sunday morning. Thank you.
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An attitude? Sweet Lynn, you’ve no idea how…powerful…my attitude can be. *BlowsSmoke* But you could. *smirks*
i really like this dude, he looks like the big-bad-and-softie type of guy
Sienny. If you like me now, you’ll love me when you’re tied to my bed. No a thing about me is soft. *snickers*
I love an anti-hero especially a sexy one 😉 thanks for the post!
I can be an anti-hero, a llama, and a smiling bastard. Whatever it takes to get you to smile at me, Pretty Child.
Oh my…Satan Jack sounds hot. I need another read about another dark, bad bay. I read the fever series and Barron’s was a beast. I like characters like that and this story sounds fantastic. I’d so love an ecopy of this…very cool. Thanks for the chance to win and introducing a new author to me.
Barrons? Ha. I taught him everything he knows.
I think Satan Jack sounds hot. I love story about bad boy, and this story sound interesting. I can’t wait to read it.
Thanks for giveaway and introducing a new author to me, and make international to.
Filia? I like the way your name sounds on my tongue. Do you want to see what it tastes like there? Come here, I’ll show you.
I like him; he is sassy and sexy. I look forward in learning more about him.
The same goes for you Tracey. Wine or rum? I want to taste it on your mouth.
Satan Jack sounds like a character that I will really enjoy getting to know, he’s bad, conflicted, and totally in love. Thanks for sharing this conversation, can’t wait to read the book! Book Savvy Babe
And I can’t wait to grab fistful of your hair. So we’re even.
Satan Jack sounds HAWT and sexy and every woman’s wet dream!
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As longs as I’m yours, that’s what matters. *BlowsSmokeInaHeartShape*
I think he sounds sexy. I also think he’s going to become mush in her hands ;).
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In your hands I’d be far from mush. *snicker* I bet it smells like fresh rain right behind your ear.
He sounds very intriguing and tough
I run Hell. Of course I’m tough. But I’m also smart enough to gather beauty like yours in my hands and hold it to my chest.
I think that was one of the most enjoyable character interviews I’ve ever read – kudos to Debra! She is obviously very entertaining; I have no doubt that the book is equally fun to read!
Debra’s a pain in my ass. She should write more. Soon, I’ll go up there and write my own ending. There will be a lot of sex scenes. One will have you in it. *smirks*
He seems very interesting, I think is the kind of character you love to hate. I really want to know him better.
Thank you for the giveaway and trailer is really good!
The only way to get to know me better is if we’re naked. I’m game. *SmilesWithDimples*
Oh, wow. Another great post. I’m in awe and a whole lot of lust. Can’t wait to dig into him. 🙂
You will dig my nails into my back when you get underneath me, of that I’m sure.
Oh, baby, you and those promises…
I love Satan Jack. Those are words I never thought I would say in my life. Debra, tell him to wander over to my place and keep me company while he waits for Emma.
And, BACK UP YOUR FILES, WOMAN!
Hugs.
As long as company is code for “between your legs” I’m there. She’s a technical nimrod. *shakeshead*
Oh, Jack. I’d say what am I going to do with you, but I think I could guess your answer. lol I know you’re just a big softy underneath it all but I won’t tell anyone. 🙂
Satan Jack, I’m so jealous that Debra got to hang all over your back! Can’t wait to find out how everything works out in Bittersweet Seraphim.
See? All I need is a little sympathy and your boobs. *smiles*
I love how Jack Satan is such a bad ass. He doesn’t care what others think of him. Jack has the perfect combination of charm and arrogance. He’s that guy that you love to hate.
Hate is a strong word. I’d prefer you love to luxuriate in my arms. Come to me, sexy.
Mmmm Jack, I have a spot for you right here. And try not to give Debra too hard a time if she writes you a dude kiss. The ladies will luuuurve it so, ultimately, that benefits you too. *grin*
Dude kisses? Really? Women are so unnerving. Of course I’d french kiss a male dragon to get to sit next to you, run my tongue on your jaw until you moaned. Careful Kitty. I like it here. A lot.
I just love the unlikely romantic interest kind of hero. He definitely sounds like the bad boy type and I am definitely going to read this story!
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You like bad boys? They all take notes when they see me. I make bad boys cry. Now bad girls? They never cry around me, except in pure, undiluted pleasure. Can you be a bad girl? I’m betting you can.
I’m in awe whenever an author creates a really interesting character- Satan Jack is all that and more.
Loved the interview and the book excerpt!
Thanks for the giveaway opportunity.
Interesting is a fun word. You should see what kinds of things I keep in my lair. Most of them would be very…interesting. Or arousing.
Wow….he sounds like a handful when he shows up to visit. I liked how he can be kind and encouraging and yet, wow..he is not someone I want pi$$ed at me. However..he seems to fight for what he wants at all costs..i like that.
Thanks for sharing him with us.
I’m two handfuls and a mouthful. *smirk* I’ll share me with you.
HOT HOT HOT!!! LOL I love the snark too! 🙂
-Amber
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Your lips look perfect for my tongue. Let’s try it out. *grabsFistfulofHair*
He sounds like a bad boy & a rebel!
I’m all that and more. Maybe I just need someone to hug. Come to papa.
Satan Jack sounds like a bad boy who’s also HAWT! He might also have a bit of an attitude.
Julianne, Nothing’s hotter than Hell right? there would be steam if your skin touched.
Hot! More! com’on, we like bad boys!
Reading mind, you want more? Be very careful, you might get what you’re asking for. *licksLips*
He’s definitely my type of character;;)
Bad boy with a soft side …;x;x
The only thing I have that’s soft is a mattress. You’d look great on it. Come closer.
He seems cooooool!! 😀
thanks!
Teo,
I am cool. Between my ridiculous sex appeal and my amazing skills, shall we try them on you?
Satan Jack sounds like the ultimate bad boy! Yummy!! My kind of guy to read about!!
I think you would taste batter than I do. *BlowsKiss*
He’s the perfect mass of contradictions – bad, hot, yet he has a soft side and he’s funny!
Denise,
I have a ton of mass. In my pants. Let’s go get a drink? My place.
Satan Jack sounds like someone I need to learn about… I am very intrigued to this book…He definitely sounds like a bad boy, yet cares also, only he doesn’t really want the caring side to shoe, maybe? I dunno, I REALLY need to read this story!! Thanks for sharing! Look forward to the book!!
Sunny,
I hardly get any son, so you would be a welcome change. Come to me and I’ll make you glow.
Congratulations to Victoria S. & Anne R. on winning the prize packs from Debra! I’ve emailed you and sent your info to Debra so you should be hearing from her soon!
Thank you to everyone who participated and a HUGE thank you to Debra & Satan Jack for being such incredibly great sports and responding to every commenter! <3