Matakyli is a demon warrior princess and one of the guardians to the backdoor of Niflhel. Her death could lead to the dead escaping, potentially bringing about the annihilation of the Seven Planes. So when a prophecy claims that she will die by the hands of an ancient vampire, she and her brothers do all they can to change her fate. But there's only one solution.

For her to live, her lifemate has to die.

Only Galvanor isn’t willing to be led like a lamb to slaughter. He's still suffering from his last visit to hell and isn't keen on returning, especialy not for another woman. But it's in Matakyli's nature to play with fire and enjoy the heat of its flames. As she digs into the secrets he wants to keep buried, Matakyli discovers a soul worth saving. But is his worth the cost of her own?


Halzaja, the name of the Angel and Demon Plane, is a mix of words and their false phonetic counterparts. It’s Gaelic for Halo (halo) and Horns (adharca). I thought ‘adharca’ was pronounced something like ‘alzarca.’ It is not. But there we go. Hal + zaja was born.

Thanks to my wonderful beta reader, Caterina Campbell, I learned that I’ve been using a phrase wrong my entire life. This is not a new experience for me, so I’m not really surprised. The phrase I got wrong was: put their two cents in. I always thought it was ‘sense,’ which makes way more sense in my opinion. So of course, I had to discover how this phrase was started.

The original idiom was (most likely, are there are many suggestions): my two pennies worth, which itself came from ‘a penny for your thoughts.’ Instead of getting only a penny’s worth of a reply, however, the person got more of a rant, thus ‘two cents worth.’ Due to the annoyance of being given two cents instead of one, the phrase eventually slipped into a ‘polite way’ of saying something frank. Well, as much as ‘no offence but…’ is a polite way of saying something./br>
In Greek Mythology, the Oneiroi are spirits of dreams. They were the offspring of Nyx (Night) and Erebus (Darkness). They resided in a guarded cave of Erebus (the place, not the god) and when night fell, they would fly out in a horde. There were only two exits they could take. One was made out of horns and the other of ivory. If they left through the first, they would carry dreams of prophecy and messages from the gods. If they left through the latter, they would bring random dreams of nonsense and unturths.

In the first few drafts of Think of Me Demon, Galvanor cut off his hands in order to escape his cell. Due to the cuffs restricting if one tried to pull their hands through, Galvanor was able to activate the sensors with his telekinesis until they cut all the way through. Obviously, this would have seriously hindered the story progresssion because like seriously, WTF was I supposed to do then? I had to rewrite the whole story over and over and over again before I managed to line things up so he wouldn't marr himself. If I left him in his cell for long, off went his hands due to how much he absolutely HATES being imprisoned. But after many long weeks of constant draft ripping and burning with screams of frustration, I did it! Galvanor keeps his hands throughout and I left in a tribute to the 'alternative.'

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