Irreverent...funny...hellaciously delicious!
Slick - Hellacious 2
Getting the handsome blue-eyed devil out of her mind won't be easy. Maybe one more time, one night...
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Excerpt:
“You
think you have a chance with her?”
“Yeah,
I do.”
“And
if he comes back?”
“She
says she’s over him.” Damn, when he’d asked if she was sure, Marcia had changed
the subject.
“And
don’t be like Sly, making a promise to stay out of her mind.”
“I
won’t need to read her mind. I can win her without that bullshit.”
“Right,
right.” Wick’s laughter dripped with sarcasm.
“I’m
not going to delve into her psyche and root around like you would.”
“What
the fuck is it with you two?” He shook his head. “Women are most adept at
telling lies.”
“Whoa,
man, don’t bundle all women in a group like that. Wave would never lie.” Sly
glared at their eldest brother.
Wick
pulled another frosty beer out of thin air, and sat back down in the same,
magically dry, spot. “Your woman is different, she has,” he glanced skyward,
“ties above, she can’t lie.”
“She
wouldn’t lie if she didn’t have a heavenly connection.”
Slick
needed to stop this before it got out of hand. After the last altercation
between his two older brothers, he’d spent more time than he cared fixing his
place. “Could you two take this somewhere else?”
Wicked
spun on him. “Fuck off.”
“Fuck
off? This is my place. Skedaddle your ass to the fourteenth floor where you can
do as you please.”
“Skedaddle.
What the hell kind of word is that?” Sly laughed.
Wick
wasn’t done. “You really think Waverly wouldn’t lie to you if she could get
away with it?”
“Hell’s
sake, Wick, let it go.” Slick was thrown against the wall, and held pinned
there. “What the…”
“Answer
me, Sly.”
“Bro,
I don’t know what your problem is, but it’s not with Slick, let him go.”
“You
gonna make me?”
Heat
in the apartment blossomed a hundred degrees, and they groaned in unison
knowing what was coming. Slick fell to the floor as it split open. The flames
licked through the space followed by Lucifer’s forked tail. Flapping around, it
destroyed every piece of furniture in the room before it wrapped around the
triplets and yanked them through the flaming abyss, and below.
Slick
brushed at the embers on his pants. “I didn’t start this shit. Wick was in my
apartment playing games.”
“What
is happening to each of you?” Satan spat.
“Each
of you?” Wick flopped into a chair and eyed Sly. “I’m not the one
pussy-whipped.” Turning toward Slick, he added, “Or the one trying to wrangle a
piece of ass.”
“Wicked,
what did crawl up your ass and die?”
Slick
thought, for a change, he might come out of this unscathed.
“What
the fuck do you mean?”
Holy shit! Slick watched as his
brother’s lips snapped shut forming a solid line, and his cheeks puffed out.
His older brother’s eyes turned red with fury, and horns sprouted only to melt
into his hair.
“Don’t
you dare come into my house and act like you own it. I’m not your brother, and I will whip your ass from here to kingdom
come and back.” He and Sly watched silently as Satan’s horns pulled back in his
head, followed by the talons disappearing, and the tail flipping out of sight.
“He twisted and dropped onto his throne. “Christ, I’m tired.”
A
bolt of lightning blasted through the wall and wedged there. All eyes watched
it wage war with the stone holding it. The shaft shook left, right, and then
slid forward another foot.
Josette
appeared from a white mist and stood, her back to the jagged bolt. “Lucifer,
say you’re sorry.”
“The
hell I will.”
“Lucifer…”
“For
crying out loud, I’m sorry, okay.”
The
bolt slid back through the wall and shook the earth as it left Hell and
traveled heavenward.
Barb from Drue's Random Chatter says about Firstborn, Hellacious 3!
"I want to read more from this author. Can't wait to see what else is in store for me in her stories. I think everyone has some wicked in them, I know I do! I am so glad I read this book because I had one hellacious time reading this book! My question for you is can you handle the heat?"
Barb gives Hellacious 3: Firstborn
J.
Hali Steele
Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out.
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