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  • Mass Market Paperback: 352 pages
  • Publisher: Roc; Original edition (December 1, 2009)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0451462327
  • ISBN-13: 978-0451462329
  • Product Dimensions: 6.7 x 4.1 x 1.1 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 6.4 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 3.4 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (18 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,900,222 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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It was the usual Friday night at the Den on C, the neighborhood bar in New York City I had managed for almost a decade. That was a long time by human standards, but then again, I wasn't a standard human. I was something more—or less. The jury was still out on that one.

A group of pool-playing coeds had stopped by after hanging out at a beer garden in the East Village, but they were starting to trickle away as the midnight rush eased off. Some would end up in the chic bars popping up just to the south on the Lower East Side, leaving behind the regulars, mostly older Latino men and a smattering of working-class guys covered in ghostly drywall dust. A few crowded tables of arty hipsters still filled the back, where everyone was loudly talking over one another.

I swung open the front door wide to catch the mild night air of early spring, trying to ignore the metallic tang of exhaust. A few streets below Houston was Delancey Street, where the lights were much brighter and the avenue opened up wide to accommodate the steady flow of cars over the Williamsburg Bridge. The congestion always got worse late Friday night, choking the streets with fumes and honking horns as too many people tried to get in and out of Manhattan at the same time.

I could see my own reflection in the narrow glass pane; the light from the aluminum shade overhead cast a speckled pattern across my face. Wisps of dark hair touched my forehead, cheeks, and neck. I had tried to stay faithful to my original, human appearance, a heart-shaped face that was pretty enough, capable looking rather than delicate. I had aged myself over the years to look like I should—twenty-eight this spring.

Behind me, the opening strains of "Kiss Me," the original version by Six Pence None the Richer, with its tinny drums and silly, sweet vocals, came through the speakers hanging high in the corners. I knew the words by heart: "Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight / Lead me out on the moonlit floor. . . ."

It lifted my heart for a moment, like the song always had ever since the year I'd been turned. But that touch of minor key, the slight note of sadness, resonated much deeper than it should have. It meant so much more to me—all that I had lost; all that I would never be.

I knew better than to try to ignore my regret. That made it worse. The pain that came with the past was something I just had to endure.

Since I became a demon.

"Possessed" is the correct term, I reminded myself. I'm possessed by a demon.

I was a human-demon hybrid, the only one alive. No longer sustained by food or drink, I lived off emotions—any would do, but my preferred elixir, the feeling I'd do anything to provoke, was the simple yet all-powerful feeling of respite: relief from sorrow or pain. That was why I was known as Allay.

Plenty of people came to my bar looking for a little release from their pain. I provided all of the usual services bartenders typically gave their patrons: I served them drinks and listened to them when no one else would. And when it was really bad, I would pat their hand and steal away some of their pain. But taking energy from people, even the bad feelings, caused an imbalance in their system. I took only enough to make them feel better, and then for my reward I would sip a drop of their brief contentment.

I had to be careful, for their own good, not to go too far. When people were drained of their emotional energy, they could turn schizophrenic, manic, or so depressed they killed themselves. Some people became physically ill and died.

I wasn't sure, but I thought emotions were the seat of the soul. That was why they radiated so much energy.

But how can you recognize a soul when you don't have one?

When the song was over, I decided it was time to call it quits and spend some quality time with my patrons. I could afford to hire only one bartender a shift, so I tended bar during the busy hours, along with restocking, dealing with salesmen, maintaining the books, and cleaning up the puke from the bathroom floor when my janitor and all-round handyman, Pepe, couldn't make it in.

The Den on C was narrow and deep like most of the other storefronts along the avenue, with a scarred mahogany bar along one side. There was enough space to put two tables against the front windows and a few next to the bar. In the back, there was an old pool table that I had refelted a few years earlier. I thought the bar's best feature was the floor, with its tiny black and white hexagon tiles. It made a pleasing old-fashioned pattern in spite of the cracked and missing tiles. My customers liked the bar-long mirror hanging from the ceiling that let them see behind them without turning around.

With my demon insight into people's emotions, I could have talked my way into a bartending job anywhere in the city. Every week a new hot spot opened up for the celebrities and party girls who clattered over the narrow cobblestones in their spiky heels.

But I felt comfortable at the Den. They needed me here. When I found the bar, Alphabet City was still riddled with crack dealers and the gutters were strewn with empty vials and dimebags. But there were also vibrant murals decorating every long brick wall—images of trees, cars, people, animals, and exaggerated renderings of city buildings in hot tropical colors. The lower facades of the old tenements were painted bright red, turquoise, and green, and the air was usually pungent with the smell of cilantro, fried plantains, and roasted pork. Now the neighborhood was full of trendy bars and restaurants, and bakeries that sold cupcakes for five bucks each.

I hung up my black apron and realized it had been a good shift as I sneaked half my tips into Lolita's jar. Lo deserved it. She brought a friendly, fun vibe to the bar. All I did was pour and serve with a smile, touching my patrons to steal away their emotional energy.

Suddenly my hand froze on the tip jar, my senses tingling. The feeling was so mild, I almost mistook it for my own guilty excitement at finally being able to feed off my patrons. But the sensation built, and I knew what it was.

A demon is coming.

Nobody else in the bar could tell. But one of the cats who had adopted the bar as home suddenly rose to his toes in the deep window frame. Snowplow's back arched and his tail puffed out like a Christmas tree, tapering to its Angora tip. He was a misplaced purebred, but to me, he was the best demon-alert device in the city—and his sirens were blaring. As he leaped onto the bar, his claws scattered napkins, and a couple of people snatched up their glasses as he dashed down its length.

"Watch out!" Lolita said as Snowplow's final leap took him up into the duct leading to my second-floor apartment. She scooped up the overturned gin and tonic the cat had knocked over. "That was a good one. At least seven feet, maybe more."

Customers at the bar were complaining loudly while I hurried over to the open door. I needed to figure out who was coming. From this position, I could retreat upstairs to my fortified apartment, if I needed to. I hated to abandon my patrons to a hungry demon; they were all I had other than Shock. But I might have to in order to call in reinforcements. As the very last resort, I could call Vex for help.

Not that I'd ever had to resort to that.

Lo wiped up the spill with a wet towel as Carl, one of our regulars, bitched, "That stupid cat leaves white hair all over me, and I don't even touch it. Now it steals my drink?"

"Shut up—you'll get another one." Lo's sly smile took the sting out of her blunt order. Carl smiled sheepishly in return as he brushed at his mismatched shirt and baggy jeans. He liked it when women told him what to do, and both Lo and I in our different ways had figured that out early on.

Lolita was my rock, always there for me for the past five years. She was tall and voluptuous with an hourglass figure and a lusty swagger that caught everyone's eye. Lo took full advantage of the sensual charge she ignited in both sexes, flirting indiscriminately. She was open to all kinds of relationships, but she was slow to slap a label on anything or create expectations that couldn't be met. She liked no pressure, and not pressuring other people. That meant she rarely let people go, not for good, and the interlocking family she maintained openly and honestly included a number of relationships that continued to meander and grow organically. One of them was sitting right now at the end of the bar, chatting up the prettiest girl in the place; Boymeat was Lo's friend, her former playmate, and younger brother in her family of free spirits.

Lolita was just as vulnerable to demons as anyone else, but having her at my back made me feel safer. Especially this time; I didn't recognize the approaching signature formed by the unique energy waves that radiated from each demon. The signature, getting stronger, resembled Shock's distinctive buzz, but it was much more chaotic and jarring. It reminded me of Pique, the latest horror to invade my territory and feed off my people.

If Pique was coming that fast, it couldn't be good. He was constantly on the move, like a shark, stirring up trouble, provoking people to feed off their irritation. Even worse, Pique liked to drain his victims of all their emotions.

A yellow cab pulled up outside. The signature was much clearer—a buzzing, tingling feeling that ran along my skin. It rose in intensity until it abruptly broke off. Then the buzzing restarted, rising again.

It was Shock's signature. She was the most important person in my life. Shock had always been a demon, whereas I had started out human and made my transformation into demonhood as a teenager. She became one of my first friends after I had been turned, and she was the only demon who'd never tried to hurt me or take anything from me. Shock had the same progenitor as Plea, the demon who had turned me, so among demons we were considered siblings. Everyo...


More About the Author

Susan Wright is the author of over thirty novels and nonfiction books published by Penguin Group, Pocket Books and St. Martin's Press, among others.

Susan is the spokesperson for the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom, an advocacy group founded in 1997 protecting freedom of sexual expression among consenting adults.

Susan now lives in Phoenix with her husband Kelly. After graduating from Arizona State University in 1986, Susan moved to New York City to get her masters from New York University and stayed for over 25 years before returning to the desert.

Susan's romance novels are New Adult and are set in New York City. They are standalone HEA: Good Girl (2014) and Role Play (2014).

Slave Trade is the second edition of a space opera novel originally published by Pocket Books in 2003. The sequels are Slave Masters and Slaves Unchained.

Susan's urban fantasy series is set in New York City: Confessions of a Demon (2009) and Demon Underground (2010). Her historical fantasy novels were also published by Roc: To Serve and Submit (2007) and A Pound of Flesh (2008).

Susan has written nine Star Trek novels: Dark Passions (vols. 1 & 2), Gateways: One Small Step, Sins of Commission, The Best and the Brightest, The Badlands (vols. 1 & 2), The Tempest, and Violations. Susan has also written a number of nonfiction books on art and popular culture.

www.susanwright.info

Customer Reviews

I don't think they were very good villains at all.
Ithlilian
Other than Ram and Allay (sometimes), I didn't care at all if any of the other demons survived.
HolJo
I made it 49 pages and found I could not do any more.
A. Perry

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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By KatiKat on August 15, 2010
Format: Mass Market Paperback
First in the "Allay" series. And it was bad. Really, really bad. The only positive thing I can say about this book is that the idea of demons feeding on emotions and birthing new demons when over-feeding was original. The rest, only negative things, unfortunately.

Not only was the book slow and terribly confusing, it's been also a long while since I came across as unlikable heroine as Allay. There were moments, I thought she had to be bipolar: she hated demons because they preyed on humans, but killing demons to stop them from hurting people was wrong. She ran around like a headless chicken, creating problems everywhere, getting her friends - and even people whom she didn't trust but didn't have any qualms to use - into trouble, still haughtily thinking she was the epitome of what was right in the world. A four thousand year old demon fell in love with her within one night because yeah, she was so awesome. Oh, and let's not forget the scene in the cell, where she was hugging a beaten up, bleeding, broken Theo and started feeling horny, because yeah, a guy who's dying of internal bleeding is irresistible - that actually sickened me.

The heroine made me so angry that I almost didn't finish the book. I'll be definitely NOT reading the next part!
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By M. Munson on December 30, 2009
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Overall a very good book and first to a new series. The only things I could criticize are the 'twist' was apparent almost immediately after Theo was introduced as a character in the beginning of the book, so you find yourself wondering how Allay can be so slow by the time she realizes it -- and she only does because it becomes so obvious that even a child would have to make the connection at that point. Also, the way she debates a decision towards the end of the book make me want to tear my hair out.

But aside from those two things the book was very good. Unique new world and a page turner that makes you want to know what happens next. I'll purchase the sequel. My favorite character is Lash, I hope she is in the next book. :)
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9 of 12 people found the following review helpful By Harriet Klausner #1 HALL OF FAME on December 4, 2009
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She does not eat or sleep, but tends a bar Den on C in Manhattan in order to dine off the emotions of human patrons who drink there. Allay is a one of a kind type of demon; as she is a human who ingested the life force of a demon. Her scent signature differs from demons who would all love to feed off her, but cannot because Vex, the ancient demon protects her as she is of his line.

Pique the demon enters Den on C and attacks Alley. He almost kills her, but as she is getting unconscious, human Theo Ram arrives at the bar and breaks up the fight. Allay and Theo feel an immediate attraction and he declares himself her bodyguard. Allay knows she must feel off a demon if she is to live another two hundred years, but rejects the concept because that would end her last vestiges of humanity. Allay learns that he plans to use her at his church the Fellowship of Truth to show the world she was once human so he can announce to the world that demons exist. She learns his end game is for demons to rule the world. Allay believes his domination plan is horrific and wants no part of subjecting humans. Theo watches out for her in the demon challenges and when it looks like a demon civil war will break out. However, she is still dying and needs a miracle to save her because she won't subsume a demon

This is a very enthralling, evocative and electrifying urban fantasy whose underlying premise is demons are just another sentient species and not angry at God or ordered by Lucifer. Like humans, demons have the good, the bad and the ugly unmentionables. S. L. Wright adds to the realism by the fascinating way they reproduce. Ally refuses to lose her humanity, but to keep it she will die soon, which she is okay with as that should save humans for now. Filled with awe and twists, CONFESSIONS OF A DEMON is a refreshing powerful Manhattan thriller.

Harriet Klausner
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Ithlilian on April 2, 2010
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Confessions of a Demon was up and down for me. There are things that I loved and thought were very unique. First, the connection between the emotions present when the demons were birthed and their favorite emotions. I thought that demons were very well explained and seemed pretty realistic. On the other hand, one of the demons in the story mentioned that demons don't really understand human emotions, and that the main character, Allay, is the only one that can truly fit in with humans because she is half human herself. I never felt like any of the other demons wouldn't be able to function in society. They all have jobs that they do well in, and none of them really shun humans. I guess I was expecting demons to be different than humans in some way other than eating habits, and that isn't really the case. The demon does mention that they don't have as good of a sense of right and wrong and don't mind killing other demons to feed. That is not enough for me to set them apart from humanity.

Another up and down for me was the characters. I feel that Allay is well fleshed out and believable. I sympathize with her moral issues and feel that she is well developed as a half demon. The other characters were a bit unlikable. Many of them came off as indecisive and flaky. I really disliked the leading demon Vex and thought he was absolutely crazy. He and his underling came off as weak and unstable. I don't think they were very good villains at all. The romance between Theo and Allay was another iffy thing for me. I believed it in the beginning, but the events that unfolded towards the end were just not plausible.

In the end, I have to say that I read Confessions of a Demon in one sitting and I was never bothered enough to put it down. It's good, but the issues I had with it knocked it down to just ok. It's worth reading for the demon aspect alone, and the mystery and plot were good enough to keep me interested throughout.
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