'TWEEN HOPEFUL AND HOPELESS
Part of the Dancin' With The Devil series
What do you do when a bunch of dark world types steal magic from the Hopeful souls in Saint Peter's kingdom to capture the Heavenly Gates and infiltrate the Big House? Astra Q Phelps does what she always does—kicks ass, blows shit up and prays!
Excerpt
I usually don't like to start my day kicking demon ass. But some days you just gotta do it. I stared into the beady, wet eyes of my oily opponent and grinned, knowing that he was quickly backing himself into a corner as he stepped away from me and my sidekick in arms.
Glynus shifted her enormous weight from one giant foot to the other and snorted, wafting me with smoke-tinged heat. Her voice twittered across my mind. Let me toast him Mother Tweener. Pleeeeaaase?
I grimaced. The last time I let you toast one it took me two weeks to get the smell of cooked demon out of my nose.
Glynus snorted again and tucked in her wings peevishly. I never get to have any fun!
I threw a power bolt at the heavy door behind the demon and melted the lock. He turned his thick, oily head toward the door and cursed, shifting beady red eyes back in my direction. I watched as he assessed his options.
It didn't take long. He only had one option.
He'd have to go through me.
Come on big, bad and ugly. I'm waiting.
I glanced briefly at Glynus. That's not true, I let you eat that dark fairy who was torturing the humans in the vegetable section of the grocery store last week.
I felt Glynus frowning in my mind. He gave me gas.
I laughed, throwing a look at her over my shoulder. Don't I know it. You almost ignited the Red Knight when you burped and farted at the same time.
Glynus giggled, her enormous, white underbelly quivering in delight. That was fun. I thought you'd never get your hair extinguished.
