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The Devil May Care (Book 1 EBOOK)

The Devil May Care (Book 1 EBOOK)

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Think your job's bad? Mine's Hell. Literally.

As Lucy, AKA Lucifer, the CEO of Hell, I never expected to find myself on earth, trying to blend in and stop a terrible monster feasting on the souls of humans.


It's my job to mete out justice in the afterlife, to serve as warden for sinful souls until their sentences are served so they can cross through those pearly gates in the sky.

But some idiot humans playing with an Ouija board just opened an interdimensional portal, and it falls to me to stop the demon now running amok.

As I spend more time on earth and with one human in particular, I start to question my old 9-to-5 job and wonder if I could give up my role in Hell for the love of this human.

The Devil May care is a thrilling and romantic urban fantasy that takes you on a journey of love, redemption, and the power of sacrifice.

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“What do you mean, a breach?” I glanced at Ashliel over my shoulder. Her long red hair with tendrils of dancing flames flowed over her shoulders. I sighed. I loved her hair. My own jet-black locks refused to take the flame. My wings, on the other hand? They were magnificent.

“Um. A hole?” Ashliel suggested tentatively.

We were in the pit, well, not literally in the pit—that was for sinners, and I was not one. I had a progress report to prepare and wanted to make sure everything was in tip-top shape. Only now, Ashliel, my wonderful, super-efficient assistant, was telling me someone had punched a hole in Earth’s dimension.

“How did this happen?” I asked. “There are protocols in place. Safeguards. Who could punch a hole in Earth’s dimension, and what would the purpose be?”
Spinning on my Gucci heel, I strode from the pit, ignoring the wailing from below. Ashliel had sucked all the fun out of my inspection.

Hurrying after me, she spoke up. “To let something in, I’d assume.”

A chill ran through me. Not something. Someone. To let someone in was much more likely. Heaven, Hell, and Earth were closely linked, and while I wasn’t responsible for Earth, I monitored what was happening in that realm. I’d been running Hell for all of eternity. I’d built it to what it was today. A well-oiled machine. Punishment befitting your sins was dished out. Once done, you got to ascend to Heaven. Of course, most sinners who found themselves here, well, let’s just say their sins were so deep, dark, and wicked they had no chance of leaving Hell. Ever. They were my eternal guests.

A smile danced across my red lips. I loved my job. Took great pride in it. Although I’d sent in progress reports every few hundred years as requested, I had yet to hear from Father. God. The creator. I assumed all was well. He would not be pleased to hear of this breach. Nor was I, for that matter. Not that it was technically my problem. The breach had been on Earth, not here. Only I had to make sure it wasn’t someone from Hell trying to get back to Earth. It had never happened before; security was too tight, but there was always a first time.

“I want a head count. Every soul in this place needs to be accounted for. The breach had better not have come from here!” Striding across the walkway suspended over the pit, Ashliel’s heels clipping along behind me to keep pace, I headed for the glass elevator in the cliff face. I needed to get to my office and get this shit storm sorted, pronto.

“Ummm. Lucy?” Ashliel stepped in beside me, electronic clipboard in hand.

“Yes, Ash?” I knew she had a long list of requests, meetings, messages. As CEO of Hell, my days were busy. I’d built my torturous dimension to great heights over the last few hundred millennia. In the previous two hundred years alone, attendance of lost souls entering Hell had risen over two hundred percent. That number looked to be on the rise.

“There’s a man who wants his punishment of having a buzzard constantly pecking his eyes out to be lessened, a man whose memories have been wiped and he wants to know who he was, and a woman who wants to warn her sister on Earth about the afterlife.” She spoke fast, knowing my time was limited.

“Buzzard man, no can do. This isn’t a negotiation. His punishment was set when he entered Hell. He knows this. Deny future requests. Memory man…good point, how can he atone for his sins if he can’t remember them? See to it that his sinful memories are returned. Only his sins, mind you. And no to the woman who wants to warn her sister—they get plenty of warnings. It’s not like this place is a secret.”

Ashliel’s fingers flew across her clipboard. By the time we reached my office, she was done. Before stepping out of the glass box, I looked down into the fiery pit where the most heinous sinners resided. It was eerily beautiful from this vantage point. Sighing, I turned my back on the bubbling pit of fire and exited the elevator, stepping into the opulence of Hell HQ.

I greatly admired the skyscrapers on Earth and had modeled Hell HQ on them. Over two hundred floors, soaring high into the red and orange sky, built from gleaming black marble. My offices took up ten floors alone; the very top floor was my penthouse. Yes, I lived in luxury, but I damn well earned it. Running Hell was hard work, never a moment’s peace. And now this. A breach. It niggled me. Security was tight. It couldn’t have come from the pit; I was just there. Had it come from one of the cell blocks housed on the other side of Hell HQ?

I crossed to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out on the cells. Row upon row of fifty-story skyscrapers, all housing sinners. They spanned as far as the eye could see, each one providing different levels of punishment. Wingless Demons patrolled the streets, their black skin and red eyes clearly identifying them. Their winged counterparts took to the skies, massive wings spanning over twenty feet, soaring around and around the buildings. Who could escape this? That is, if the breach had even come from Hell in the first place. Earth was my brothers' responsibility. They were charged with watching over the humans. I was annoyed I was being dragged into it, yet I liked the humans. I didn’t want to see them destroyed by some other dimension creature. Not if I could stop it.

A ding on Ashliel’s clipboard caught my attention. I arched a dark brow at her.

“You have a delivery.”

“Probably from my brothers.” I sighed. Had they heard the news and were already poking fun?

“They might have sent something nice,” Ashliel suggested, ever hopeful.

“Knowing my brothers, I doubt it.”

Stepping through the glass doors into my office, I spied a huge gift-wrapped parcel on my sleek black desk. Here we go.

“Thank you, Ashliel. That will be all.” I waited for Ash to leave the room, then approached my desk cautiously. What were they up to? Gabriel and Michael were archangels like me, but when Father chose me over them to head up the Hell Division, to say the boys were a little prickly was an understatement. We hadn’t spoken in over a hundred years. Why now? Today? Were they connected to the breach? Did they instigate it? I wouldn’t put it past them. They’d do anything to see me fail.

Hoping I was wrong and that maybe, just maybe, the box on my desk was an olive branch, I tore open the wrapping and cautiously opened the lid. Inside was a single piece of paper. On it was written the name, “Emily Barlow.” Who the hell was Emily Barlow? Was she a lost soul? I reached to pull the paper from the box, but the whole thing went up in flames. Great.

With a wave of my hand, I put out the flames and cleaned the debris from my desk before crossing to the giant screen across the room, one so big that I had to stand in front of it, or if I preferred, recline on the leather couch a few feet away. I could split the screen into hundreds of smaller screens and monitor Earth and Hell at the same time if I so chose. This time I raised my hand and halved the screen, keeping an eye on my own dimension on the left and scanning through files searching for Emily Barlow on the right. There were several humans with that name, and I flicked through until one caught my eye.

There. Emily Barlow. Human. Alive. Her dossier flashed across the screen, a mini-movie of her life so far. She was young, a teenager, seventeen, a high school student, blonde hair, blue eyes, pretty. She was a bossy little thing and liked to be involved in community events and social activities. She wanted a career in Public Relations or the Media. As I watched, the screen glitched, froze, then resumed. Emily was in a graveyard. Something was there with her. Something dark. I leaned forward, watching intently as Emily was clasped in a tight embrace, held for a matter of seconds, then let go. Glowing red eyes looked up directly at me. Then it was gone, leaving Emily’s body on the ground, drained of life.

The screen flickered, a brief moment of static, before settling again. This time I no longer saw Emily but a man. He was sitting at a table, one hand resting on the table, palm up, and in the center of his palm a deep azure blue rock. He sent the message. Did he mean to send it to me, I wonder? His eyes sprang open, and he flopped back in his seat as if exhausted. I looked into his eyes, magnified the screen, so it focused on his face. A very handsome face: strong jaw covered in a light beard, full lips that held my attention for slightly too long. I wondered what they looked like when he smiled.

Then I wondered…why am I wondering about his lips? Okay, seriously, he’s a human, I scolded myself. But it had been a long time since I’d…you know. Had any fun in that department. Maybe a dalliance with a human would take my mind off the stresses of running Hell. As much as I loved my job, I’d yet to have a vacation. I shifted my attention from his kissable lips to his eyes. A combination of hazel and gold, they were striking with their dark lashes. And the way he was looking directly into the screen, it was as if he were looking right at me.

Decision made.

“Ashliel?” I called. “Hold down the fort. I’m going topside.” I’d deal with the breach and spend some quality time with—

“Who’s that?” Ashliel strode into my office, heels clipping across the floor and breaking into my thoughts.

“That is Levi Forrester, and he sent me a delivery I intend to collect personally.” With a wink, I was gone.

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