The path to temptation is paved with a hellish amount of paperwork.
Soul acquisition is a drag, but if Abaddon doesn't catch up on his quota, he
could be demoted to scooping poop for the Hounds of Hell. With a deadline
hanging over him, he heads for the Bible Belt, looking for the perfect
combination of sweetness and challenge.
Seth is a blind musician, part of a traveling tent revival. He's cute,
mystically talented, and quotes the Bible at every turn. His soul is pure enough
to fill Abaddon's quota for months to come, and Abaddon is determined to claim it.
The problem? There's the revival foreman who watches Abaddon's every move. Then
there's the mystery of Seth's many unusual talents. Lastly, there's Abaddon
himself. He's beginning to like Seth a bit too much. Maybe Seth deserves
something better than damnation.
But Hell's agenda isn't negotiable, and time is running out. If Abaddon doesn't
play his cards right, he could condemn both of them to the worst fate of all—an
eternity apart.
Warning: Contains a Bible-quoting twink and an
irreverent devil who'll do anything to avoid going "back to the office". Also,
snakes. Lots and lots of snakes.
Romance Paranormal
[Samhain, On Sale: June 14, 2016, e-Book, ISBN:
9781619235366 / eISBN: 9781619235366]
Excerpt from DAMNED IF YOU DO
Abaddon spent his next few days in the office, catching up on
paperwork. Baphomet harangued him constantly, insisting he should be out reaping
souls. He had a point, but pedestrian souls had never appealed to Abaddon. And
now, having tasted Seth’s sweetness, he couldn’t stand the thought of settling
for less. Besides, once he bagged Seth, he’d be set. Why waste his time on a
dozen pro athletes when Seth alone would fill his quota and then some?
To that end, Abaddon attended the revival every single evening.
Revivals had always amused him, and the Rainbow Revival was no exception. Zed
scowled at him constantly, and each and every night, the Rainbow Revival members
seemed to keep one eye on Seth, and yet nothing ever happened. What in the world
were they waiting for? Did Seth occasionally burst into flames, or start
speaking in tongues, like some of the more extreme Pentecostals? Maybe he had a
history of seizures, or of collapsing into fits of the giggles. Abaddon was
intrigued by the possibilities, but the strange behavior of the hipster
evangelists remained a mystery.
There was no mystery, though, behind Abaddon’s inability to speak with Seth
again. Zed watched the boy like a hawk, escorting him to and from his trailer.
At the revivals, he stood at the edge of the stage, near the right-hand set of
stairs, only a few yards from where Seth played, watching the proceedings like a
care-worn shepherd. As soon as the revival ended, he rushed Seth out the back
entrance of the enormous tent. Abaddon tried following them, but with most of
the revival-goers headed in the opposite direction, Abaddon was like a fish
swimming upstream.
He was being cock blocked by a guy in a boubou. It pissed him off to no end. His
only consolation was that Seth was irritated by it as well. Abaddon sensed the
boy’s impatience whenever Zed approached. He watched from a distance one evening
as they argued outside Seth’s trailer.
Marie Sexton lives in Colorado. She’s a fan of just about anything
that involves muscular young men piling on top of each other. In particular, she
loves the Denver Broncos and enjoys going to the games with her husband. Her
imaginary friends often tag along. Marie has one daughter, two cats, and one
dog, all of whom seem bent on destroying what remains of her sanity. She loves
them anyway.
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