Caitlin Carlson, the only non-witch in the powerful Dumitrescu line, needs to lose her virginity, and fast. A family legend about a pure soul with prophetic visions has put her first in line for a good, old-fashioned sacrifice, and visiting Last Call seems like the perfect way to head off her one-way trip to the altar. Buy a drink, go upstairs, have sex. Simple. Virgin Daiquiri: Looking for a first lover. Being a demon isn’t as easy as it used to be, especially with the dwindling number of corruptible souls in the 21st century. Luckily for Leofric, he’s never been particularly concerned with corrupting enough innocents to earn a promotion off of the mortal plane. But when a virgin wanders into Last Call and stirs up competition among the younger demons, Leo finds himself tempted to rethink his stance on mixing a demon’s business with a woman’s pleasure.
This one was pretty fun. For a time, at least.
I really think the author needs to move out of the Last Call bar. Constraining herself to both the short story format and a singular location is trying for all involved.
I enjoyed the scenes between Leo and Caitlin and I thought most of it was pretty interesting.
She [the author] lost me at the physic visions. I don’t want to see a vision of some type of future action, I want the storyline to take me to that action. It felt like a cop out.
Not sure if I would feel better about it if I hadn’t have paid so much for such a short story.