While reading Jane Austen’s ‘Emma’, I was led astray by another half-demon, a fiery-haired lass this time and no dog ears. Just a dark broody male for a hero protector.
At first glance, the innocuous-looking cover of ‘The Demon’s Daughter’ (excerpt here) by Emma Holly reads like another paranormal tale of the eternal struggle between human and demon, good and evil. Suffering from withdrawal of my favourite half dog-demon anime series, I succumbed to the temptation and rented the book home for a read. Only when I’ve reached home and taken a good look at the synopsis did I realise that this is an erotica romance set in Avvar, a make-believe city not unlike Victorian London.
The story starts with Inspector Adrian Philips, who keeps the peace between humans and demons in that Gotham-like city, landing on the doorsteps of enigmatic Roxanne McAllister after getting seriously injured one fateful night while chasing down a lead for a missing human boy believed to have been abducted by rohn (lower class demons banished to Avvar). Now, our good inspector has accepted enhancement of his strength by demon technology to do his job and get a promotion, a move which cost him his wife, his family, and – his colleagues suspect – his humanity. So imagine when he woke up in the arms of a sensuous free-spirited erotic art painter like Roxanne, how sorely tempted he was to risk endangering his life and reveal his identity in a bid to win her heart. But he didn’t, even though he fell in love with the gal, only the poor sod was too mired in his own semi-egotistical protective male feelings towards Roxie to admit it.
Then came danger when Roxie’s blood father, an aristocratic Yama (demon) who’s serving as an envoy of his demon-nation to the court of Avvar, discovered her existence, and in trying to win his daughter back, got her embroiled in a political intrigue. Of course, there’s happy ending when the two star-crossed lovers are united and father became reconciled with daughter. But aside from all the suspense and thrills, I had to skip through some [of] the steamier scenes that, despite the warning that her brand of sensuality, quote “may shock the uninitiated” unquote, on the back cover, had me squirming a little in embarrassment.
So, if you’re not quite used to explicitly torrid accounts of amorous encounters (erm, I’m too shy to use the s-word), put this book down quickly. I’ve got another two of Emma’s, but I think I’ve satisfied my curiosity about this author. Now, let me return to Austen’s meddling Emma Woodhouse and her match-making efforts …
Literature is mostly about having sex
and not much about having children;
life is the other way around.
~David Lodge, The British Museum Is Falling Down, 1965