Summary:
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?
Author: Cate Masters
Genre: Fiction, Paranormal, Romance,
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Ebook
Words: 34800
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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.
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.
About the Author:
Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com, and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.
Cate Masters - Magic, mayhem and a little romance
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