Slick (Hellacious 2)
Available now at Changeling Press
Marcia Carter spent an hour in
a handsome stranger's arms and she's regretted it every day since. Now she's
available, and the blue-eyed devil is pursuing her, but Marci is not about to
share her millions, or her body, with another poor bastard. Yet getting him out
of her mind won't be easy. Maybe one more time, one night...
Slick
Sathariel is Satan’s third born, the youngest triplet. He keeps the peace and
makes everyone happy but himself. Not anymore.
Marcia twisted her head slowly and stared with her mouth open.
Looking back at Slick she said, “Next you’ll tell me it’s his face and sexy
body on the ceiling in the lobby and he owns the building, which is inhabited
by demons from Hell.”
The man Slick called father moved to stand in front of her. “I do
look sexy in that painting.” He smiled and the stars outside the window grew
brighter. “Fucking Michelangelo. He was the best at capturing our heavenly
beauty.” He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it. “My youngest son seems
to be enamored with you.”
“Okay, this shit is getting weird. I don’t know whose apartment
this is. All I know is I’m grabbing my clothes and going into the bedroom to
dress.” She stared at Slick. “When I come out, maybe the twilight zone will be
gone.” Marci spotted her things on a chair by the window. Picking them up, she
walked quickly back into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She knew she
was in deep shit when her body began to tremble uncontrollably. “Twilight zone,
my ass. This is the fucking outer limits, and I pray to God they let me leave
this place in one piece.” The building did another weave and bob, causing her
to fall to the bed as she struggled to get her legs in the pants. “Damn, damn,
damn!” The building stopped shaking long enough for her to stand and fasten her
pants. “Jesus, help me.” The building bowed right, and then left. A funnel of
white smoke appeared in the center of the room, and a tall, regal woman with
blonde hair stepped from the mist toward her. “Oh shit.”
“Do not worry. I am a friend.”
“Look, lady, the devil just kissed my hand, and I’m standing on a
pentagram in someone’s bedroom.” Marci stepped back. “That worries me.” Her
calves hit the mattress. “If you come any closer, I’ll scream.”
“Don’t cause my baby boy stress.” She smiled at Marci. “I cannot
allow that.”
Marci searched the woman’s blue eyes. Yeah, they matched the blue
of the triplets’ eyes. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Sly’s mother, Josette, wife of Satan. Or Lucifer, if you
prefer.”
“I prefer getting the hell out of here.” Or waking up!
“I can arrange it.”
“I don’t want to walk back through there.” Marcia felt the heat
rise in her cheeks. This woman loved the freaking devil, bore his sons, yet
here Marci stood wanting to get away from one, no, all of them. “He might be
your husband, but in my book, the good book, he’s the goddamn devil.”
“I understand.” She inched closer, and whispered, “But aren’t they
beautiful?”
“They have your eyes.” Again, her cheeks flushed. Dang, those boys
all had one thing in common with daddy. A huge thing. She hoped like hell
Slick’s mother did not know what she thought.
“Ahh, you noticed.” Her laughter tinkled around the room.
“How’d you know… ewww, I don’t want to talk to you about Slick’s
anatomy.”
“I’m talking about Lucifer, honey.” She gripped Marci’s hand. “Are
you sure you want to go? Because you can’t go back if you leave him now.”
“Whoa, hold on. Where are you taking me?”
“Out of here.”
“Let me think a minute.”
“Do you fear him?”
“Satan, hell yes.”
“I’m talking about Slick.”
“Josette, right? Can we stick to one person at a time?” She
flopped onto the bed and massaged her temples. “Slick doesn’t scare me.” She
sat up scowling. “Has he put some kind of spell on me or something?”
“No, he told his brother he could win you without entering your
mind.”
“But he could if he wanted to?”
“Yes.” Her blue eyes darkened. “The power the four of them hold
could destroy this universe.”
“Holy Mother of…”
“Shhh! Do not utter holy words, it upsets Satan.”
Marci jumped to her feet. “Holy words cause the earthquakes?” She
shook her head. “That explains him not wanting me to use them.” Marci nibbled
on a fingernail while she processed the mess she’d gotten herself in. “And I
accused him of not loving God.” The floor shifted beneath her feet.
“I’m sorry, we must go.”
Slick’s mother hugged her, and feeling the air whip around them
with frenzy scared the crap out of Marci. It wasn’t all that scared her. Before
vanishing from the bedroom, Marcia heard something far more horrifying.
A bellow of rage so full of pain, it wrenched her heart, and
banged it against her rib cage. “No!” She cried out as the ceiling opened and a
vortex of air pulled her into the night. “Slickkk!” Marcia cried, tumbling
through space with Josette holding her. Fear left her and all she could think
about was the agony she’d heard in his cry. “Don’t let me go.”
Josette answered, “I will not.”
But she hadn’t meant those words for her.
Marcia uttered them, hoping against hope Slick heard her.
Slick (Hellacious
2) at http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2269
J Hali Steele
Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out.
