Sunday Snippet

I had so much fun with the King Stud snippets that I’m going to do some more. Today, I’ve got the first few lines from Hell…The Story, an urban fantasy novel (as yet unpublished) that falls somewhere between Christopher Moore and Richard Kadrey’s Sandman Slim.

Mother is crazy, Dear Daddy’s a demon, and all Ophelia wants is to be normal.

Good luck.

Dear Daddy runs the entrance to Hell couple blocks off the corner of Hollywood and Vine. Ophelia works as his receptionist, which is a better gig than her mother could offer. Like all Danaan sidhe, Mother is addicted to human touch, and runs a high-priced brothel to satisfy her craving. Life at the Hell Hotel isn’t perfect, but as long as Ophelia keeps her hands of the humans, she’ll stay out of trouble.

So of course, trouble comes looking for her. Here’s how it starts out…

I couldn’t see past the anger, the only emotion he had left. A leather thong held his wrists at the small of his back and a raw bruise marred his cheek where someone, maybe Leon, had smacked him. No shirt. Bare and dirty feet. I hated it when they came in like that. It meant they’d fight the whole damned thing.

God knows where Leon found him. And now I had to send him to Hell.

Our hero Gabriel