I knew if I took a break, it would set things in motion. :)
Death Is A Bitch has a release date! Get ready for her, because Death is coming on Aug. 3 - with gold stilettos on. Woot! I can't wait.
Here's the updated blurb:
Eternity can suck when it’s all
work, work, work. Death harvests souls even when they stack up faster than pancakes
in an all-you-can-eat-buffet. No wonder she can’t shed the Grim Reaper rep.
As the patron angel of death and
dying, Azrael works closely with Death but is dying for true intimacy. She’s
the only immortal who’s ever aroused such powerful emotions in him. One taste
of her leaves him needing her like humans need air and food, but will a demon’s
lies leave a bad taste?
No
one escapes Death – except King Sisyphus. Twice. With the help of Damien the
demon, Sisyphus tries again, and she’s determined to have justice. Some say Death’s
a bitch, but only when she has to be. But will the price of justice be a broken
heart?
And an excerpt:
Death stepped from the shadowy
curtain of night along a deserted stretch of road toward the mangled hunk of
cherry-red metal that used to be a sweet Z240 sports car. Stardust glinted in
the black hair that dipped to her waist.
She kept a safe distance from the
wreck. Inside, a thirtyish man slumped behind the wheel, the air bag deflating
away from his near-lifeless body. Blood oozed from a nasty gash to his head.
Should have worn his seat belt. Too late for life lessons, though. Those
weren’t her expertise anyway. Just the opposite.
Leaves crackled in the underbrush
beyond the nearby trees. Death gripped the silver charm bracelet on her wrist,
her senses on high alert. Her finger poised near the hidden latch, ready to
release a stream of lightning.
A deer. It stilled, its wide eyes
fixed on her.
Seeing nothing else, she continued
with a modicum of caution. Taking souls didn’t exactly make her popular, and
after so many millennia, she should’ve been used to it. The bad jokes. The
Halloween parodies. A scythe? Please. She’d never used cheap props. Only the
finest weaponry. No mortal ever suspected the intricately designed baubles
adorning her bracelet were anything more than ornamental.
Moonlight gleamed off the curves of
the sports car, and she ran a gilded nail along its hood. She wouldn’t mind
taking one of these babies for a spin. In its former condition, of course,
before this guy took the curve too fast and wrapped it around a tree. Humans
always rushed everywhere, sometimes straight into her arms.
The man’s moan signaled she had no
need for weapons. This one would give her no trouble. She fingered his blond
hair, matted with blood. What a shame. So young, and so handsome. He’d leave at
least one lover grieving, no doubt.
His eyes fluttered open. When he
looked up, recognition intensified the flicker of life in his eyes.
She needed no introduction. They
always knew her, unmistakable in the glimmering black filament gown, its folds
revealing a glimpse into infinity.
The stilettos usually earned a
second glance, the four-inch heels glistening like fool’s gold. The butterfly
tattoo spanning her upper arm likewise drew curious looks, which inevitably
changed to horror when the souls recognized the face imprinted within that
colorful ink: their own.
But wait, there's more news :)
I'm also featured at The Romance Studio, sharing some goodies about Dancing With the Devil. TRS posted the interview awhile ago but a storm took out their servers, but it's here if you care to pop over.
Hope to see you back here next Friday for the kickoff of Halloween in July!
