|With a cover like this, how could you resisit?|
Let's see how you like them after a few hundred years, her father The Accuser had said as he cast Kellah Slater from her home, into a land of unemployment, mortgages and a declining stock market… welcome to Earth.
To survive Kellah does what she does best, steal, lie and cheat. So, when she forces a human male in an alley to part with his wallet, she thinks no more about it… But the human male does.
Detective Darrion Hunter has lost everything his wife, his daughter, his soul… and now his wallet. Kellah is everything he despises, everything he hates and he will sacrifice all to see her where she belongs, behind bars.
In this world that she calls Hell, Kellah will begin to learn the true nature of her demonic self, while also uncovering her unearthly connection to her greatest enemy, Darrion Hunter.
Is Darrion Hunter her own personal demon… or is he her path to her salvation?
The red neon sign flickered randomly and sometimes illuminated only half of the Murkill unit's sign, which is the reason Kellah chose to live here. Everyone knew that no one stayed long at Killer Place, alive or dead. So, for her it was perfect, because it was usually quiet.
Her mood should have lightened after playing with the humans outside the bar, but it didn't. All she needed to think about was the money.
She was mad as hell that she had almost been busted tonight, having to dump the gold down some storm drain to keep from spending the next three to five locked-up. Detective Hunter was more than just a pain in her arse, he was living up to his name and becoming more resourceful than she had previously given him credit for.
There was something else that bugged her, though. Some sense of change inside her that seemed to be making its presence known, niggling like a festering disease. She knew from the cold empty feeling in the pit of her stomach that if she didn't get back home soon, she was going to be in some seriously deep shit.
This overwhelming fever had come only once before in her existence, but the result had been cataclysmic. The after effect had found her standing before her Father on trial for her actions. By rights, her flesh should have been ripped from her bones repeatedly for the rest of her existence, the most tortuous punishment there was. But her Father, The Accuser, had done something she hadn't expected ... he had sent her here.
Ooooh I've passed this bit in the book, it's really great! Oh look at me, gushing over a book that I haven't finished and am supposed to be writing a professional sounding review for... But I can't help myself with a few authors, and Miss Kim here is one of them! You've done it again, lady!