Lourdes has been slain and the new queen of the underworld has been chosen.
It was the day the Blood sisters had been striving for. The day where they would be free of Lourdes and could go back to living normal lives, but with the underworld’s throne empty, the Earth plunges into chaos.
Rivers turn black, demons run amok, with more chaos is about to be unleashed. All the while demon hunter, Duncan Jasper, is prisoner of the enemy. Jessica will stop at nothing to free him from Vain, a bounty hunter who trades in the lives of humans.
Getting into her stronghold won’t be easy, and Vain will be expecting a fight, but what she won’t be expecting is Jessica’s secret weapon. The newly crowned queen of the underworld, her very own sister.
Jessica hopes Amanda can resist the dark magic now surging through her veins long enough for a special artifact—The Ruby Heart—to be found, the one thing that can purify Amanda’s heart and break the awful curse.
But Amanda has other plans. If she sacrifices herself to the underworld, she hopes to do one better. Kill the demons from the inside and free the trapped souls being tormented for an eternity.
One way or another, it will surely come to sister vs sister in a full-scale war.
All in the name of Blood.
Vain’s hands were covered in blood, but it was worth it to watch Duncan Jasper squirm. He fell apart at her feet and in a few more days, he would be eating out of her hand and begging for the chance to kill Jessica Blood.
She spent the next several hours giving Duncan lessons with her crystal ball. Magic, drugs, and false visions would soon have his head so messed up; he would see her as Jessica, one way or another. And then, when Jessica arrived, Vain would sit back and watch him kill her.
Then, whether Duncan knew it or not, he’d be hers forever. Marriage might have been out of the question, but that was for the weak. The ordinary. Vain wanted a prize and a servant—not an equal.
In her master suite’s bathroom, she rinsed the congealing blood from her hands. In the corner, her Jacuzzi tub was filled with warm water and radiant bubbles danced beneath the faucet. Someone walking across the carpet grabbed her attention. Wiping her hands on a black towel, Vain sauntered toward the threshold of the bedroom.
“Michelle,” Vain smiled at her favorite girl, “what brings you by? Clientele let you have a break?”
The petite women rarely ever spoke out of turn, but her eyes were wide and moist. “Was it really necessary to kill Beatrice for your little stage show?” Michelle struggled with a deep breath. “She was one of us, Vain.”
Once, maybe. “Don’t bore me by making me explain myself. Beatrice wasn’t performing well. The life and magic were getting to her.” Vain stroked Michelle’s hair and planted a tender kiss against her supple cleavage. “She’s not like you and Alexis. Or should I say, wasn’t?” Vain smirked.
Michelle closed her eyes. “You know I can’t resist you, Mistress, when you kiss me like that—I just—to see what you did. To watch?”
“I’m sorry you had to see that. Truly, I am. If I knew you were in the hall, I would’ve found a way to shoo you away. I’m drawing a bath for us.” Vain kissed Michelle’s cheek and watched the woman’s cheek redden. “Why don’t you go see if Kevin is done with the new girl? We can celebrate. Just the three of us. You, me, and new baby girl.”
Michelle bit her lip. “Okay. I’d love that. She’s such a sweet girl.” Michelle hurried along, her ass jiggling side to side beneath her mini-skirt.
Hannah was sweet. Vain hoped she stayed that way awhile longer.
She went back and turned off the tub’s faucet. Adding a few drops of magic to the water, she swirled it with a small paddle. It would make both women open to suggestion, allow Hannah to relax and do what necessary to get more of Kevin Loust’s money. Because what Vain wanted, was expensive.
Power often was.
Vain turned on some soft music in the bedroom and fluffed a few of the pillows. As she was satisfied that everything looked right, a scream somewhere in the brothel grabbed her attention. Charging through her bedroom, Vain grabbed her dagger from the nightstand and hurried into the hall. Girls were standing with their backs against the wall.
Had someone gotten past her hexes and spells?
About Jill Cooper –
I could write this in the third person. I could tell you what I like, where I was born, and what my favorite things are.
But instead, I’ll say I don’t want to write like everyone else. I don’t want to craft stories you’ve read a thousand times before. I want my novels to be a cinematic experience, blending themes, genres, and situations unlike any you’ve ever read.
I want to break the rules. I want you to break out in a cold sweat as you read my books out of fear, love, and excitement. I want my books to be an experience. When you finish, I want you to feel something. Good or bad.
If you do, then I’ll have succeeded. If not, I’ll keep trying.