A Brush with the Devil by Yolanda Olson

All I wanted was a night out alone to try and feel normal again.
Instead, I spent most of my time drowning my sorrows in whiskey and listening to every song that Blondie has ever produced.
I left before the liquor got the best of me, but not before putting the jukebox out of commission, and the self-appointed DJ wasn’t impressed.
I tried to get away, but he followed.
When I decided to confront my newfound demon, I found myself face-to-face with one of the most beautiful men I had ever laid eyes on. But there’s a saying about the Devil appearing as everything you ever wanted, and it’s true.
Because to me, for that one moment, he was everything I needed.
I didn’t want him to come home with me, yet he refused to leave.
He wanted to have some fun.
I was going to be his new game and he was going to play with me until he was bored and went on his merry way again.
See, he doesn’t know that I’m a monster too.
He only sees the outside and not the in.
One night with the devil is what I’ve got and I’ll show him that not everything that’s as equally beautiful as he is, is made of innocence and grace.
He wants to play … and now?
So do I.