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Death Is A
Bitch
Cate Masters
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?
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.
About the Author:
Cate Masters loves romance with a dash of magic and mayhem! Multipublished in contemporary to historical, sweet to erotic, fantasy/dark fantasy to speculative, she sometimes mashes genres. Reviewers have described her stories as “so compelling, I did not want to put it down,” and “such romantic tales that really touch your soul.”
When not spending time with her family, 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.
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Happy Reading!
Cana
He's a goner. You're right - too late for a life lesson.
ReplyDeleteTrue, Alex. Thanks so much for stopping by!
ReplyDeleteThis book sounds awesome. Love the name and the cover is beautiful
ReplyDeleteSue B
Thanks much, Sue! Death was so much fun to write, I hated to see it end.
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