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Sci-Fi, Futuristic Romance

Date Published: November 8, 2024

 

 

Janet’s orgasms are earth-shattering. At least they are when she’s Dreaming
in the Zodiac, a virtual reality world created by Dr. Archer Tate. The
problem is that, technically, a system shutdown shouldn’t be possible,
especially not from a mere cyber-orgasm. Gamely, Janet reveals every
intimate detail of her Dreams for the team’s troubleshooting analysis but
several weeks later, the cause of the anomalous malfunction remains a
mystery.

Archer blames Janet for the Zodiac’s glitch. He just can’t figure out how
she’s triggering it. Doesn’t help that listening to her reveal her
lusty Zodiac Dreams, orgasm by orgasm, is driving him insane with lust for
her. For the sake of the project and his sanity, he decides to Dream with
her so he can catch her in the act and put this business to rest.

There’s more to Janet’s orgasmic Zodiac Dreaming than mere mechanics. It
takes someone who knows Janet’s heart as well as her mind and body to create
the disruptive orgasm. When the team psychologist, Liam, insists he’s better
suited for the job, Archer realizes he could lose something more precious to
him than Zodiac. Will sharing Janet with Liam solve their problems, or will
he lose her forever?

 

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Janet Widgeon sauntered into the smoky jazz club, her stiletto heels
clicking on the varnished wood floor. Notes of sweet, sassy blues rolled
down the dimly lit hall to welcome her. She was early, far earlier than she
normally arrived at the Zodiac Club, but pacing in her apartment
hadn’t lessened her anxiety.

Is he as excited about tonight as I am? Is he already here, waiting for
me?

The burly bouncer stationed at the entrance greeted her.
“Evenin’, Miss Janet.” His thin black lips curved slightly
upward as he took in her skintight, siren red dress. High praise coming from
the stoic man.

Though she wore three-inch heels, she had to stretch to kiss the beefy
man’s cheek. “Evening, Trent. How’s the mood
tonight?”

“Hotter than Maria’s gumbo.”

Janet chuckled. “Don’t let her hear you say that, or her next
batch will violate our fire code.”

Trent ducked his head in agreement. “True that.”

She fingered her slim, sequined purse — it was the same shade as the dress
and shoes — as she surrendered to her curiosity. “Any messages for
me?”

“None of the friendly sort, if that’s what you’re
asking.” Even in the dim light she could see his brown eyes sparkle
with amusement.

With a nod, she deftly spun on the points of her shoes and headed toward
the bar’s crowded interior.

“Going to your office, Miss, or should I ask one of the girls to
bring a glass of white wine to your table?”

Her gaze roamed the dim interior as she considered her answer.
“I’m far too restless to concentrate on paperwork tonight. I
think I’ll mingle first, and then find a seat when Jim begins his
first set.”

“You have yourself a fine evening then, Miss Janet.”

Janet penetrated the hazy atmosphere where a broad mix of patrons
congregated around small tables in front of the stage. Tonight’s
headlining act was a real coup for the club. Jim Byrnes owned a nightspot in
Vancouver and rarely played anyplace else. How her manager had sweet-talked
him into taking a trip to her little place in bayou country was a secret
that man wasn’t telling.

A relatively new kid on the national jazz scene, Chris Thomas King was
currently warming up the room with good, old-fashioned songs. Janet hummed
along with his rendition of the old Blues classic John Law as she circulated
through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with old and new friends.

Jim’s name was a big draw, and Janet was pleased to see her staff
keeping up with the clientele’s high demand for fresh, full glasses.
Most of the customers wouldn’t want a meal so late at night, just a
few Cajun snacks to keep the alcohol company. Janet noted that Maria and her
kitchen staff seemed to have those requests under control as well.

There was only one question remaining on her mind. By the time she
completed a full circuit of the room, Janet had that answer too. He’s
not here.

Instead of being disappointed, a tremor of excitement rippled along her
spine. He wasn’t here. Yet. But he would come. She was sure of
it.

Janet signaled for a barmaid to bring over a drink as she sat down at an
empty table, the one reserved for her exclusive use, in a dark corner at the
right edge of the stage. Usually, she invited others to join her, but not
this time. The only person whose company she desired now knew where to find
her — and would, sometime before the night was over.

It had been exactly a month ago that she’d first met him, a friend of
a friend who shared her fondness for delta blues and late-night
conversation. They’d talked until dawn threatened to cross the line
from speculation to fact. He’d left her with a passionate kiss and a
promise to return the following Saturday.

In fact, he’d come back again and again to the Zodiac Club, never
staying beyond closing, never asking if he could take her home or inviting
her to his place. But after their last encounter, she knew their next
meeting would end differently. The sexual tension between them had hit a
boiling point. Next time, they’d either turn up the heat until their
rising passion was finally given a chance to burn, or they’d shut off
the gas for good.

And now that night had arrived.

Janet sat alone and waited for him to appear through the blues of Chris
Thomas King and then Jim Byrnes’ opening set. She enjoyed both
musicians thoroughly, yet part of her remained aware of the lingering
emptiness beside her.

As Jim’s second set began, Janet succumbed to a trickle of doubt. Had
he forgotten about their date? Lost interest? Met someone else? Normally she
didn’t allow the presence or absence of a man at her side to cast
doubt on her self-worth, but this man was the exception to every personal
rule she had about dating. She’d been so sure he felt the same way and
now…

“Why do you wear such a sad face, cherè?” a rich,
masculine voice asked from the shadows behind her.

She gasped in surprise. She’d never heard him approach, but somehow
he stood beside her, a living advertisement for sin.

Inside the dark club, his face looked chalk white. The rest of him was
encased in black from neck to toe. A lightweight ribbed turtleneck tucked
into a pair of pleated pants. A sports coat hung over one arm, the opposite
hand rested in his pants’ pocket. So much the man she remembered,
still more shadow than substance. The only part of him that vibrated with
life was the pair of quicksilver eyes which now pierced her soul.

Irritated that he’d made her doubt herself, she snapped,
“You’re like a damn ghost.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” he pointed out, moving
to her side.

Janet knew his courtly manners wouldn’t allow him to sit in the empty
chair until it was offered. She’d keep him on pins and needles for a
few more seconds to satisfy her moment of pique. “You’ve missed
most of the show. Jim Byrnes, for heaven’s sake!”

“Is this transgression so severe you’d rather I go?” His
whisky-smooth voice whispered against her ear.

Pure lust snaked down her spine. How could she be inches away from orgasm
just from the sound of his voice?

 

About the Author

Kira Stone has been around the block…the writer’s block, that
is.

From vamps and witches to historical heroes, from futuristic scientists to
paranormal corporate executives, from Canadian werewolves to off-world
shifters, Kira has written about them all. Manlove has sparked hot and heavy
in many of her plots, but Kira also finds a lucky lady to keep the sexy
heroes company from time to time. While Scotland remains her favorite place
in the world, Kira is constantly in search of new adventures to add to the
creative primordial ooze where her best stories are born.

 

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(Hounds of Hell MC)

Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense

Date Published: November 1, 2024

 

 

Margot — I’ve loved Ryder since we were kids, but he’s never been the type
to stick with anyone for long. Being a deputy sheriff means I see the world
differently–by the law. He’s the opposite. The Mafia took my father
from me. When they return to threaten everything I care about, including
Ryder, I realize the line between right and wrong isn’t so clear. If
we’re going to survive this, I’ll need Ryder’s strength.
Maybe this time, we’ll face danger together.

Ryder — Margot’s been right in front of me for years, but I’m
the guy who never sticks around. Commitment? Not for me. Now she’s all
I see. When the Mafia comes after the Hounds, everything is at stake.
Margot’s not just a deputy sheriff — she’s the woman I’ve
always needed. The woman I love. I’ll die before I let anything happen
to her.

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Ryder

The next day Ryder smiled to read the text from Margot Donner.

Margot: If you still think Razor is okay with it, I’ll come see you
later today.

They’d become close after her mother’s death. She was the only
woman he’d ever kept as a friend for years and never fucked. Yeah, she
was a cop, but she was one of his favorite people.

“What are you grinning about?” Beast asked, shifting pillows
behind Ryder’s back.

Ryder wasn’t admitting to shit. He had a reputation to maintain.
“Just waiting to hear Axel got these fuckers,” Ryder told him,
groaning as the bigger biker hauled him up into a sitting position on the
bed.

“That’s it, huh?” Beast went over to the desk in
Ryder’s room at the clubhouse, lifted off a tray that held his
lunch.

Beast’s dark-eyed gaze was filled with humor. His muscular friend,
with his wild fringe of dark hair, towered over Ryder in the bed. Once he
situated the tray in front of Ryder, his beefy arms folded across the wide
expanse of his chest. The face of the dark wolf inked on his friend’s
forearm drew his attention with its sinister gaze.

“Maybe,” Ryder said, steadying the tray on his lap, shaking his
head. His MC brothers were still feeding him soup and applesauce. “Can
I get something solid?”

Beast shook his head. “Nah, you need to heal up.”

Ryder snorted. “I’m full of fucking holes. I’m surprised
this shit isn’t running right out of me the minute I eat
it.”

The chime of Beast’s phone had him fishing his device out of his
pocket. “Yep?”

The deep voice on the other end of the phone sounded like Hero.

Ryder tried hard to listen — he knew his twin brother was handling things,
especially with his girl in danger. Still irked him greatly that he
couldn’t be there to fight at Axel’s side. To have his back.
That had always been the deal between them. To always have each
other’s back.

As Beast listened to whatever Hero said, Ryder let his head fall back
against the pillows with a deep sigh. Alex, now Axel, had been born first by
seven minutes. A fact his twin had never thrown in his face, never used at
all. And Axel certainly earned the part of the older brother even though
they were identical. Axel could be counted on when Ryder needed him. If he
was hung over from a night of partying, Axel let him stay home and took up
the slack at work. When he got himself into the occasional fight, Axel
tipped the scales if he’d underestimated the other guy. Or came to
bail him out.

Ryder also had spent years watching his brother earn everyone’s
respect. His brother and Hero made all the business decisions for the
garage. When it came to dirty jobs the club needed doing, Axel was among the
first approached. Cool-headed and calculating, Axel didn’t miss a damn
thing.

Ryder didn’t command the same respect. He wasn’t disrespected.
And he got important jobs from the club. Okay, maybe Ryder wasn’t as
cool and calculated as his twin. But he was a good shot, a damn good fighter
with any weapon or hand-to-hand combat. And when crazy was called for? He
could do crazy all day long.

Yes, Ryder was a ladies’ man. Axel took comfort from the occasional
sweet butt although not to the extent Ryder did. He liked the ladies and
didn’t limit himself to the ones who came to every party fishing for a
Hound to claim her as his old lady. He liked his women fast and flashy, like
his bikes. Ryder appreciated a nice ride.

Unlike his bikes, he never stayed with any woman more than a few weeks.
“Love” was amazing the first few weeks. But as attachment tried
to take hold, Ryder felt himself being strangled by those thin vines of
commitment.

“It’s done,” Beast told him, ending the call.
“Sounds like a fucking free-for-all. Sheriff Sawyer got to the Mafia
guys first, then once our guys got there, Axel beat the shit out of his
girl’s ex. Probably the same fucker who shot you and killed Elsie and
Clyde over at Cowboy Pete’s.”

Ryder smiled. He knew Axel would deal with it.

“The guy dead?” Ryder asked, bracing for regret. It would have
been nice to put down the guy who shot him full of holes — or gave the
order — himself.

“Nah,” Beast told him. “Sawyer took him in.”

That could spell trouble down the road.

“At least Axel’s old lady is a little safer,” the other
biker told him as he wandered out of his room. “Until they let him
out.”

Axel’s old lady.

Everyone called her Angel but if he remembered rightly, her name was Sadie.
Was she his twin’s old lady?

Yeah, the way it started out, Ryder’d assumed she was some sort of
pity thing his brother had taken on. But weeks went by after she decided to
hide in Mercy, and his brother stayed close to her all that time. By the
time her ex and his men found her, yeah, he had to admit they’d felt
like a couple. The young woman looked at his brother like a knight in
shining armor. That wasn’t anything new. Ryder had seen that before.
His brother had a soft spot for women and kids.

It wasn’t until the party Saturday night when Axel brought her to the
clubhouse that it hit Ryder. The way his twin looked at her. Damn. He should
have noticed before. His brother had found love, and he knew next to nothing
about the woman except she’d been horribly abused by her ex and looked
at his brother like he hung the fucking moon.

Shouldn’t he know something about his brother’s girl? If she
was in Axel’s life, she’d be in his too. Hell, they’d
brought her to the clubhouse a couple of days ago to keep her safe. Ryan
heard her hustling around beyond his door. She never popped in to check on
him though.

Lying still with the pain bleeding vividly into his awareness, Ryder
reached for his pain meds, taking a double dose now that he knew his brother
was safe. His brother had saved his girl and beat the fucking bad guy. Axel
had to be feeling pretty good about things about now.

Ryder tried to shift on the bed to make himself comfortable, willing the
pills to take the pain away sooner rather than later.

He and Axel couldn’t have been further apart in life right now. His
brother was the conquering hero, setting things right for his girl and his
dumbass twin brother. Ryder went home with a girl, and she got shot in the
face, killed. Ryder got shot with her, providing the enemy with a weak board
in the fence. They had to take him out of the hospital to keep him safe from
the Mafia until Axel resolved it. Didn’t that make him a useless pile
of shit?

Before his eyes slid shut, his gaze fell on his phone. He realized
he’d never answered Margot, and he wanted to before he crashed.
Lifting the phone in his shaking hand, he read back over the
conversation.

Margot: If you still think Razor is okay with it, I’ll come see you
later today.

About the Author

Jamie Targaet is the author of the Hounds of Hell MC. She’s anxious to
introduce you to this club of gorgeous, dominant men and the lucky women who
surrender to them. The ride is going to get wild at times, not going to lie.
But there’s thrilling action, scorching hot sex scenes, and all the
feels. 

Jamie writes erotic romance for Changeling Press, a little fanfiction on
the side, and she’s an aspiring horror writer in another life. She enjoys
time with her family (including the fur babies). She likes good horror
movies and shows, emo metal and classic rock, and time spent in other worlds
writing and reading. She loves hearing from readers and is looking forward
to hearing from you.

 

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Horror, various subgenres

Publication Date: October 30, 2024

Publisher: Dragon Soul Press

 

 

Ghosts, demons, and more monsters.

In a world where so many dark things go bump in the night, terror awaits
around every corner as these authors take horror stories to the next level.
Discover ghosts, demons, and your worst nightmares. Read at your own
risk.

Featuring twenty-nine stories by Joshua Williams, Stephen A. Roddewig,
Joseph Hirsch, Max Blood, Paul Lonardo, Matt Spencer, S.J. Walker, Kelly
Barker, Gregory Scott Matics, Gaetan Battaglia, Fred Phillips, Cassandra
Jones, Barend Nieuwstraten III, Sean E. Britten, Larry Hodges, Donalee
Moulton, Arlo Z. Graves, C.L. Hart, Robb T. White, Kelly Piner, Benjamin
Curt Unsworth, Trixie Nisbet, Jennifer Papillo, Justin Jones, Diana
Parrilla, Jared Thomason, J.M. Bengtsson, Caleb James K., and J.E.
Feldman.

 

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Story Genre: Shifters, werewolf

 

Wolf shifter Roza Van Rompaye awakens in a basement filled with Christmas
decorations with a silver manacle around her ankle. Her captor spiked her
drink with silver nitrate, and now he wants her to be his mate and to turn
him. Roza isn’t about to do either. She warns her captor that he will
die if she is still a prisoner when the full cold moon rises.

 

 

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No matter how I struggled, I couldn’t get free of the chains I was
bound in.

“You’d better hope they hold when the full moon comes out, you
silly shit,” I snarled.

The cadaverous young man with the watery green eyes, blemished face, and
greasy disconnected fuchsia pompadour presented me with a rectangular box
wrapped in metallic celadon paper.

“I don’t want presents from you,” I snapped, turning away.
“If you think holding a woman captive on Christmas Eve is seduction, I
guarantee you’ll die a virgin. Gavril Kuroki, president of GrassHopper Green
Construction and renowned seducer of both men and women, would be horrified
to learn his son was holding his favorite architectural consultant prisoner
in a dungeon that looks like Santa’s elves got hammered and puked all over
the walls while he tries to win her affections with cheesy lingerie. What
the hell is wrong with you, Yair?”

“Roza, please, just look,” Yair insisted. He eagerly unwrapped
the box, revealing a silky puce nightgown. “I’m not trying to
turn you into a sexual object, and I’d never force myself on you. I
know you’re not like those easy women who ride the cock carousel any
chance they get. This negligee is elegant and ladylike, like
you.”

“I’ll never be the fawning captive princess of your
pathetic fantasies.”

“My love, it pains me to keep you prisoner, but until you accept me
as your alpha, I must.”

“Being chained to a concrete wall in a windowless basement stuffed
with Christmas decorations like a holiday goose full of apples and bread
pains me. This plot to make me fall in love with you by forcing a full-blown
English Christmas on me is insane. We’re in Cresval, South Dakota, for
Krampus’ sake, not jolly old London town. I’m the
thirty-five-year-old spawn of a Dutch-American agnostic farmer, not the
demure daughter of flipping Bob Cratchit.”

About the Author

C. L. Hart

C. L. Hart is an editor who writes or a writer who edits. She primarily
writes Lovecraftian fantasy and horror with the occasional sweet romance
thrown in to upset the cosmic apple cart. This is her second year
participating in the annual For the Love of Winter anthology from First
Coast Romance Writers. She is a member of ACES Editing Society, The Denver
Horror Collective, First Coast Romance Writers, The H. P. Lovecraft
Historical Society, Passionate Ink (writing as Lil DeVille), Regency Romance
Writers, and Rocky Mountain Romance Writers.

 

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Fiction Thriller

Date Published: 11-01-2024

Publisher: SIMON & SCHUSTER/ARCHWAY

 

 

 

You may not believe in ghosts, but you cannot deny terror.

 

To uncover the truth about her mother’s mysterious disappearance
years ago, the estranged daughter of a renowned illusionist must overcome
her fear and spend three nights in her father’s secluded gothic
mansion, where he has vowed to return from the grave. Helped by an
adventurous reporter, she discovers a terrifying childhood secret that
thrusts her into a world of deception and jeopardy, confronting a haunting
supernatural presence and dark family secrets.

 

 DEADLINE is a supernatural, suspense thriller with a strong female
protagonist, a deeply terrifying antagonist and a series of disturbing
surprises that build to an ultimate shocker of an ending, blurring the lines
between reality and illusion.

 

 

 

PROLOGUE

 

An hour ago, I was almost burned to death. My life was saved by something
supernatural, something not from this world. Call it what you will. A ghost,
a spirit, a presence.

The events I now chronicle were the real thing. They happened to me at
Sebastian Castle, the mansion of the famed illusionist, Nicholas
Sebastian.

Thomas Veil stopped typing and stared at his computer screen. The smell of
smoke and ash still lingered in his hair and clothes as he edited the
article. He had changed the working title three times in the last five
minutes:

Life After Death?

The Mystery of Faith

Do You Believe in Ghosts?

Nicholas Sebastian: A Modern Horror Story


by Thomas Veil

                    Features Editor, The Los Angeles Mirror

A darkness stirred within Veil that he could not comprehend. The hair on
the back of his hands prickled upward as he typed: “The oldest and
strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of
fear is fear of the unknown.”(H.P. Lovecraft) If that is true, I can
assure you of one thing. Spiritual forces exist. I have no doubt about that
now. Evil is something real. Over the past three days, I became part of an
obscene horror story. How easy it was to be drawn in.

But this story’s origins began twenty years ago—with one
man’s obsession with his wife, and life beyond the grave.

Veil stopped writing.

His mind sprinted in circles as his right hand trembled with exhaustion. He
knew there would be no sleep for him tonight.

When the thrumming wind blew an overhanging tree branch against the roof,
Veil flinched. The muscles in his throat tightened. It was still there: the
fear seeped in. Ghastly images rose, emotion overtaking reason, filling
Veil’s mouth with a bitter taste like a copper penny. The image of her
face was cemented in the shadow of his mind: black galaxies of eyes shot
with red.

In that moment, he declined his head and felt a shiver plaiting up his
back.

Somehow Thomas Veil sensed that someone loomed behind him, even before the
hand fell on his shoulder.

 

 

About the Author

WILLIAM G. HYLAND JR.

WILLIAM G. HYLAND JR. is the award nominated author of four widely praised
historical biographies, published by St. Martin’s/Thomas Dunne Books,
(2009) and Regnery Books (2019). He is also a member of Mystery Writers of
America, the American Screenwriters Association and has attended numerous
writing seminars including Harlan Coben’s and Lee Child’s Master
Class Fiction Writing Courses on BBC MAESTRO. He holds a B.A. from the
University of Alabama and J.D. from Samford University. Before law school,
the author held a TOP SECRET security clearance and worked for the Arms
Control and Disarmament Agency.

 

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Paranormal Romance, Halloween, Age Gap

Date Published: October 11, 2024

 

When John Standcliff, Satan’s bounty hunter, is summoned to Earth to claim
the soul of a serial killer, he finds the worst of hell’s tortures can be no
worse than the pain of falling in love with a mortal woman.

Corinne Rogerio has come to Maine to research six murders that took place
back in 1656. She has no idea that the handsome stranger she meets in an old
cemetery is actually the murderer she’s been studying. Even worse, he’s been
sent to track down a serial killer who is closer to her than she ever
imagined.

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Sparks shot from John’s ax each time it struck the trunk of the steel tree.
Every blow jolted through his aching arms and rang in his ears, yet he
almost welcomed the racket. He’d lost track of how long he’d dwelled in the
steel forest, chopping tree after tree without pause for food, water, or
sleep. His demon’s body could survive for decades without rest or
sustenance. If he ceased chopping long enough, the bleeding sores on his
palms would heal and his muscles would almost magically stop aching.
Unfortunately he must continue the drudgery until given the order to
halt.

All around him, the smooth gray trees stretched for miles. As punishment
for his crimes, John labored alone, chopping steel trees in Satan’s forest,
only ceasing when sent to collect yet another evil soul to toil in
Hell.

“Hello, John.”

The sneering voice echoed throughout the forest and made John’s skin
prickle with disgust. Pausing, he listened to his own panting breath in the
stillness. Sweat dripped into his eyes and trickled down his torso, soaking
into the wet waistband of his black trousers. He waited for the voice to
continue. Usually when Bee called, it was to send him on one of his gruesome
missions.

“Oh, John, your services are required. Won’t it be nice to go home
again?”

“Home, Bee?” John curled his lip. The little bastard loved
playing with people. Three-hundred-forty-eight years ago, John had been far
more gullible. The first few times Bee had promised him a meeting with his
sister or even a chance to escape from Hell, he had actually believed
him.

At first he had looked forward to visiting the mortal world, but eventually
the illusion shattered. Without friends or family, the world was a lonely
place. People feared him and kept their distance. It was as if they sensed
the evil inside him and instinctively stayed away. Never again would he
experience the comfort and total relaxation of sleep, to close his eyes in
complete surrender. Perhaps worst of all was his inability to fully enjoy
lovemaking. He could pleasure women and feel intense sexual stimulation, yet
climax eluded him.

“Can’t you think of a better story than that?”

“It’s not a story. Your hometown reeks of evil. Our master has been
smelling it for quite some time now and he wants it. You go get it for him,
John, and this time there might be something in it for you.”

“Beelzebub, leave us,” said a soft, musical voice. It sent a
tingle down John’s spine and filled him with such warmth that he nearly
panicked. After so many years in Hell, nothing touched him anymore. What
sort of evil had Bee conjured that could stir his emotions again? The voice
continued. “Once a soul is condemned to Hell, it is rarely allowed a
chance for redemption. There are sometimes cases of a good soul doing evil,
and though it is not condoned, under special circumstances someone like you
may be given the opportunity to move on, providing certain specifications
are met.”

John closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. “It’s not going to work,
Bee. I no longer believe in fairy tales.”

“Bee is gone. His kind cannot abide me.”

“I suppose you’re from up there?”

“I’m from everywhere. I know no bounds. Listen carefully to what I
tell you, John Standcliff. Fulfill the task set for you and send the evil in
your hometown to Hell. Do it without harming an innocent soul, and you will
be freed from Satan’s realm and allowed your chance at
redemption.”

John laughed humorlessly. “You don’t give up, do you, Bee?”

“Believe what you will, but you have only this one
opportunity.”

“Oh, just one?” John’s voice dripped sarcasm.

“At least in this millennium. You’re not the only demon in Hell who
deserves a second chance.”

“Then give one of them my turn. I don’t want it.”

“I understand why you don’t believe me, but keep my offer in mind
during your return to the world of the living. If I’m lying, then you’ll be
no worse off than you are now, but if I’m telling the
truth…”

The voice faded. Moments later, Bee appeared beside John. He was nothing
more than a dark cloud, loosely resembling the shape of a man. Bee
shuddered. “Glad she’s gone. Now. Are you ready to get to
work?”

“Who am I after this time?”

“As usual, I can’t give you too many details. After all, I’m not
supposed to be catching the soul. That’s your job.”

“Bee…”

“It’s a serial killer. Here’s his scent.” Bee’s cloudy black hand
swept beneath John’s nose. The faint aroma was all a demon required to track
his prey. “While you’re there, why don’t you break your own rules and
hack apart some humans? The master loves it when his demons terrorize the
living.”

“Just send me out of here so I can get this over with.”

Blackness enveloped John, and in those dark moments between Hell and Earth,
he absorbed the details of his new identity and a crash course on life in
the twenty-first century.

 

About the Author

Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, I started writing over twenty
years ago. My first story was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then
I’ve written over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels. I
love to blend genres. I also love horror and a happily ever after, so if
you’re looking for romance with witches, aliens, vampires, angels,
demons, shapeshifters and more, there’s a good chance you’ll
find something to your taste here.

When I’m not writing, I enjoy reading, watching horror and action
movies, working out and spending time with my family and pets.

 

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