Sealing the Deal: Shared by the Demons

By Thalia Nighte

Karen left home with her backpack, guitar and dreams of making it big. But it hasn’t happened and now she’s down to nothing more than a few dollars to her unknown name and nothing else.
Out of luck and desperate, Karen recalls the whispers she’s heard about a demon at the crossroads that can grant any wish and although she doesn’t believe in the supernatural, she decides she has nothing else to lose but give it a try.
The crossroads demon turns out to be all too real, and he’s willing to make a deal with Karen, but of course, everything comes with a price.

Her price? Her soul, and sealing the deal with a group of demons from hell who want her inexperienced innocence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thalia Nighte
• Release date: Oct 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502277381

Book preview

Sorry, we had someone else fill your spot, the manager of the bar told me, sounding far from apologetic. Your music just isn’t what we’re looking for here at the moment.

I’ve got other pieces I can play, I told him pleadingly, gripping hard onto the handle of my guitar case.

Maybe next time.

Wait! I— the door closed in my face, cutting off my protest. Fuck! I kicked at the door in frustration and anger, and swore again as pain shot through my foot.

It was useless staying there and trying to plead my way into a space in their Friday night line up, so I turned and limped away.

This was the umpteenth time I’d been turned away after painstakingly securing a place playing in a bar. So far I’d had only a handful of gigs and I’d only made peanuts in tips and a tequila shot or two.

I’d left home over six months ago with dreams to make it big with just me, my meager savings in my backpack and my guitar, but my savings were running out and even though I knew my music could really reach people, no one was willing to take a chance on a young girl new to the music scene.

Oh, I’d been offered places in lineups but I’d refused to get on my knees or my back and as the weary traveling begun to take a toll on me, those offers had dried up with my innocent excitement as exhaustion nearly permanently etched itself onto my face.

I was now down to about twenty dollars to