Dark Horse (A Demon's Guide to the Afterlife, #1)

by Kel Carpenter

To Maegan, You’re to blame for the asshole crow. You’re also pretty spectacular.

Some would say I was more than a little fucked up. Cruel. They were right, of course. But I was a demon by trade. It was sort of in the job description.

Everyone was earning their way toward one of two things: retirement, or the chance to be recycled. Most wanted to be recycled.

On Earth, I’d been no one, but here—here I would be someone. Here, I already was. Sort of. It was an ongoing process.

“Really, Duke? You made my name Jessica Fury?” He snorted. “You have to have a first name up there. You can’t walk around telling people you are The Fury.” “Oh, come on. It’s not my fault⁠—” “You picked the ‘Jessica’ of the Afterlife,” he finished for me. “I know, I know. I’ve heard it for decades. You still needed a name, and I may be dead, but my sense of humor isn’t.”

Gracie Lou Freebush, anyone?

First, I had a mate. Now, I had a friend. This shit just kept getting harder and harder.

Teleporting on Earth caused motion sickness. Awesome. It wasn’t even noon yet. I really needed to catch a break.