Virtual Book Tour + Giveaway: Demon on the Down-Low (Supernatural Selection #3) by E.J. Russell

E.J. Russell and Riptide Publishing return to the blog on the Demon on the Down-Low (Supernatural Selection #3) Virtual Book Tour! E.J. shares an exclusive excerpt today as well as hosts a grand giveaway: a $25 Riptide gift card and your choice of either Single White Incubus or Bad Boy’s Bard! Good Luck!

Hello, everyone, and thank you for joining me on blog tour for Demon on the Down-Low, the third (and final) book in the Supernatural Selection trilogy! Follow along with the tour and comment for a chance to win the tour grand prize, a $25 Riptide gift card and your choice of either Single White Incubus or Bad Boy’s Bard. Winner chosen randomly at the end of the tour from comments across all tour stops.

About Demon on the Down-Low

After decades of unrequited love, this kangaroo will jump at the chance for a date. Any date.

Lovelorn kangaroo shifter Hamish Mulherne, drummer for the mega-hit rock band Hunter’s Moon, waited years for the band’s jaguar shifter bassist to notice him. Instead, she’s just gotten married and is in a thriving poly relationship. How is Hamish supposed to compete with that? But with everyone else in the band mated and revoltingly happy, he needs somebody. Since he can’t expect true love to strike twice, he signs up with Supernatural Selection. Because what the hell.

When Zeke Oz was placed at Supernatural Selection through the Sheol work-release program, he thought he was the luckiest demon alive. But when he seems responsible for several massive matchmaking errors, he’s put on notice: find the perfect match for Hamish, or get booted back to Sheol for good. The only catch? He has to do it without the agency’s matchmaking spells, and Hamish simply will not engage.

But Zeke starts to believe that the reason all of Hamish’s dates fizzle is because nobody in the database is good enough for him. And Hamish realizes that his perfect match might be the cute demon who’s trying so hard to make him happy.

Now available from Riptide Publishing!


About Supernatural Selection

Are you a shifter who’s lost faith in fated mates? A vampire seeking a Second Life companion? Or perhaps you’re a demon yearning to claim a soul (mate)?

Congratulations! Your search is over!

Welcome to Supernatural Selection, where our foolproof spells guarantee your perfect match.

Until they don’t.

Check out Supernatural Selection today.

Exclusive Excerpt

He brought me falafel.

Zeke’s mouth watered from the delicious aroma and the one tiny bite he’d managed so far, but he couldn’t make himself eat—not yet. His throat was too tight.

He took an experimental sip from the can of sparkling water and choked because swallowing anything was apparently beyond his current skill set.

“You okay, mate?” Hamish rose halfway out of his chair, but Zeke waved him back.

“I’m all right,” he wheezed.

“If you say so.” Hamish took an enormous bite of his sandwich. He apparently didn’t have issues about food. No, his issues were all about love and relationships.

Zeke managed to swallow a mouthful of water without another coughing attack. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

Hamish eyed him, his gaze dipping to Zeke’s untouched lunch and back to his face. He cocked an eyebrow.

Right. We’re eating first. Not that eating was a hardship for its own sake, because the falafel—Lucifer’s balls, it tasted as good as it smelled, and Zeke’s eyes drifted closed with his first real bite. He kept them closed, the better to isolate the flavors, humming low in his throat as he ate. After the last bite, he licked his fingers and sighed, letting his eyes flutter open—and uttered an embarrassing meep.

Hamish was staring at him, his unfinished sandwich poised halfway to his mouth.

Zeke shrunk down in his chair, noticing the stack of napkins on the table. Manners. I shouldn’t have licked my fingers. It’s not polite. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Hamish’s voice was rough, as if he’d been eating rocks.

“I should have used the napkin to wipe my fingers. But it was so good—”

“Bugger the napkins.” He shifted in his chair, his tongue flicking out to swipe his bottom lip. “But if your demon overlords ever want to lure someone into throwing caution to the wind, I can tell them how to do it.”

Zeke gazed mournfully at the empty sandwich wrapper. “Yes. I think you’re right. That falafel would definitely tempt a saint.”

“I wasn’t talking about the falafel,” Hamish murmured. But then he finished off his own lunch in a few large bites, looking almost angry, so Zeke figured he must find it almost unbearably delicious too.

Zeke got up, cleared away the trash, then sat back down opposite Hamish, folding his hands on the table. “You said you wanted to discuss something?”

“Yeah.” Hamish’s fingers started to tap against his chair’s arms. “You were right.”

Zeke tried to focus on Hamish’s words and not the way the rhythm seemed to drive his own heartbeat. “I was? About what?”

“That I wasn’t being fair to my potential partner. That I didn’t really know what I wanted. That I wasn’t being truthful—with you or with myself.”

Zeke blinked. “That’s . . . that’s a lot of self-realization in less than twenty-four hours.”

Hamish chuckled. “What can I say? Blame it on the transformative effects of salted caramel chocolate tart.”

“It was pretty transformative.”

“You have no idea,” Hamish muttered. “But here’s the thing. I still don’t believe I’ll fall in love again, but you know what? That’s okay. I figured out what I want. Something based on mutual respect and liking. Common interests. Eventual affection. Do you think you can find me somebody like that? Somebody who’ll be up for dating me at least through the wedding and then we’ll see where we go from there?”

Zeke couldn’t stop his grin. Because this was exactly what he needed: a blueprint of what would make Hamish happy. And if he felt a slight twinge of disappointment—once Hamish was happy, he wouldn’t be around to share falafel or dessert or distracting rhythms—he ignored it. Because his job was about the client’s satisfaction, not his own.

“You know, I think I might have just the persons.”

About E.J. Russell

E.J. Russell holds a BA and an MFA in theater, so naturally she’s spent the last three decades as a financial manager, database designer, and business-intelligence consultant. After her twin sons left for college and she no longer spent half her waking hours ferrying them to dance class, she returned to her childhood love of writing fiction. Now she wonders why she ever thought an empty nest meant leisure.

E.J. lives in rural Oregon with her curmudgeonly husband, the only man on the planet who cares less about sports than she does. She enjoys visits from her wonderful adult children, and indulges in good books, red wine, and the occasional hyperbole.

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Giveaway

To celebrate the release of Demon on the Down-Low one lucky person will win a $25 Riptide Publishing gift card and an ecopy of either Single White Incubus (first in the Supernatural Selection series) or Bad Boy’s Bard (the book from the Fae Out of Water series that influences this one). Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on March 2, 2019. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following along, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!