By Rosalie Stanton
Sinners & Saints Series, Book
Two
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Blurb:
Thou shalt not commit adultery.
It’s an order that Luxi, Sin of Lust, never saw coming. When
you work for Lucifer, though, you tend to lay off the questions. She isn’t
comforted when she discovers her assignment is to intern for a
preacher-turned-politician, especially when her directive goes no further. As
Luxi prepares for a long ride to nowhere, she can’t help but wonder if
something else is at play…or what the King of Hell has up his sleeve.
Grayson Bailey’s run for state senate is going nowhere fast. The poll numbers are depressing, his campaign advisor is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and someone out there has a bullet with his name on it. Yet when temptation herself struts through the door with a sassy smirk and an attitude to match, Grayson finds it very hard to remember which obligations are at the top.
The closer Grayson gets to Luxi, the stranger his life becomes. With Election Day—and a psycho with a gun—just around the corner, he can’t afford any detours. And while Luxi never puts her heart on the line, there’s something about this man that tests her resolve…though it might end up costing her more than she can afford.
Grayson Bailey’s run for state senate is going nowhere fast. The poll numbers are depressing, his campaign advisor is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and someone out there has a bullet with his name on it. Yet when temptation herself struts through the door with a sassy smirk and an attitude to match, Grayson finds it very hard to remember which obligations are at the top.
The closer Grayson gets to Luxi, the stranger his life becomes. With Election Day—and a psycho with a gun—just around the corner, he can’t afford any detours. And while Luxi never puts her heart on the line, there’s something about this man that tests her resolve…though it might end up costing her more than she can afford.
Excerpt
© Rosalie Stanton, 2012
Prologue
In the
beginning, Big J created the Earth and all that surrounded it. He did it mostly
on a dare from the angels on his staff, those who openly doubted his
self-proclaimed Almighty status and demanded evidence that he was, indeed, the
head honcho. Back in the day, ethereal beings had short attention spans. It was
one of the side effects to sitting around a heavenly dimension with nothing to
do for fun. Big J talked a good game, but his subjects needed a demonstration,
and therefore he provided. Thus, man emerged from dust. A creature of perceived
flawlessness, created in Big J’s image, but without all the fancy superpowers.
For a while,
there resided a garden where the first man and second woman—as the man had
demanded a refund for the first woman—interacted with blissful ignorance to the
turning world around them. Big J became boastful about his design, stating at
last he had created a class of being that would grant him the respect and
worship he deserved. After a few hours listening to Big J boast, his closest
confidant, Lucifer, claimed no creature could be created without the spirit of
rebellion, and that the human race would prove just as much a disappointment as
the angels, if not more so. Big J, intrigued, asked Lucifer to assume the shape
of a serpent and put his money where his mouth was. The male human, completely
befuddled by the oddity of a talking snake, convinced the female to forgo her
skepticism. Together, they proved Lucifer’s point and failed Big J’s test.
As punishment,
the man and woman were banished from the Garden, but remained on good terms
with Lucifer after he explained it was merely a social experiment and nothing
personal.
Big J kept
Lucifer close after that. It would have been easy to throw his hands up in
surrender, but a prideful deity, Big J decided it would be a waste to undo his
master creation. Instead, he and Lucifer decided to make wagers on who was the
better salesman. Lucifer would tempt and Big J would threaten, and one by one,
the descendants of the first man and second woman began falling prey to
Lucifer’s antics. When Big J asked Lucifer how it was accomplished, Lucifer
merely replied that being bad was more fun, and fun trumped feeling bullied any
day of the week. Big J felt that was reasonable, but soon humans began dying
off.
With nowhere
else to go, their souls flocked toward Paradise, and the streets of Heaven
overfilled. Since some of the souls were truly nasty sons of bitches, Big J
became more and more reluctant to house them all on his lawn. He then
approached Lucifer with another request.
Those who fell
victim to Lucifer’s schemes did not deserve having their pillows fluffed. It
made little sense allowing bad people into a previously good neighborhood. Big
J wanted a do-over. Lucifer, as the most cunning angel, had earned a place in
Big J’s design. After receiving a hefty promotion from angel to deity—complete
with a permanent new set of shiny powers—he would guard over those he tempted
into falling from grace in a world befitting the worst sort of sinner. In the
meantime, Big J and Lucifer’s low-stakes wager over the souls of man would
become more than just a weekly gamble. Lucifer liked the idea, and therefore
took four of Big J’s best architects to create a world so horrible the very
mention made man tremble. Sometime during this period, Lucifer decided to form
a safe house for a large portion of his power in the event something went awry
and he needed it. He chose the number seven, marking the fabled seven days it
had taken Big J to create the world. Thus seven children were born—born and
kept isolated, nameless, and completely unaware of the world around them.
Lucifer also
established a ritzy neighborhood full of creature comforts: a spa, several
high-end shopping areas, a food court, world-class dining, a symphony, a
theatre, and miles of mansions that multiplied every time a new demon was born
of ash. After all, Lucifer’s pet creations needed a place to live, and unlike
the humans, they weren’t being punished.
Big J
commemorated Hell’s grand opening by unleashing a flood on his human creation,
who by this point had turned out to be mostly wicked. Within no time, the
streets of Hell overflowed with the scum of Earth, and Big J’s latest project
was up and running.
So it
continued for centuries. Big J and Lucifer went about making deals, trading
bets, pitting their best upon assorted targets and meeting up for drinks
somewhere on their playing field to laugh and boast about what the other might
concoct next.
However, there
was an unexpected side effect in ruling Hell. Lucifer went out into the world
to work his magic, but returned home to a place where the cries of the damned
were far too loud to ignore for eternity. By Big J’s orders, the place of
everlasting punishment did more than live up to its reputation. Lucifer might
have been apathetic at first, believing—as did Big J—humans had one chance to
make their choice, fall in line, or accept the consequences. If they chose to
shun that which had been given to them during their mortal lives, they didn’t
deserve a second chance.
But the
screams didn’t stop. Souls didn’t acclimate to eternal torture. If anything,
the wails of the oldest were the most deafening, and likewise the hardest to
bear. Lucifer ignored them as long as he could. He turned a blind eye to those
who approached him, grabbed at his feet, and begged for mercy. When he
approached Big J about the problem, the deity suggested moving all souls to a
Lake of Fire where they could not touch him. Lucifer followed this advice, but
it didn’t help matters any. Ultimately, the only escape for the Ruler of Hell
was to close the shades from his cozy palace in Hells Bells and pretend he was
anywhere but where he was.
It wasn’t
until a crazy little thing called Christianity began spreading like wildfire
that Lucifer put his foot down. For the first time, he approached Big J and
asked about possibly moving some of the older souls from Hell to a place for
rehabilitation. Big J promptly declined the suggestion, but the argument
refused to die. With the birth of Christianity came the papacy, the Nicene
Councils, the Trinity—which Lucifer never understood—and the Cardinal Sins.
Upon hearing some holy humans felt some sins were worse than others, Lucifer
felt inspired and revved in ways he hadn’t in years. Based on the decree of
man, he took the concept he had pocketed so long ago, the faceless children who
had existed without living, and created physical Sins to take his place in the
world, along with names to represent their status. He reasoned it was a way to
keep the natural order balanced—Big J’s angels were still on the prowl for
righteousness, and while he had no desire to get his hands dirty, Lucifer knew
he needed to keep himself in the game if he wanted to keep Big J on his toes.
Therefore, the
Sins were born. The Seven Deadly Sins, given flesh, fire and assignments to
keep them busy for eternity.
He made
Superbia first, the Sin of Pride.
Next came Ira,
the Sin of Wrath.
Luxuria was
the third, the Sin of Lust.
Gula came
next, the Sin of Gluttony.
Acedia was the
fifth, the Sin of Sloth.
Next came
Avaritia, the Sin of Greed.
Last was
Invidia, the Sin of Envy.
While Lucifer
never claimed any children, he did love the Sins as his own.
With them at
his side, he roamed the world of his own accord, not worrying about appearing
in person unless the situation demanded it. Whereas other demons from the pit
might find themselves shunned from blessed ground, the Sins, regardless of
having been born in the ashes of Hell, could go anywhere they desired. They
were the brainchild of humanity, and that gave them power none other enjoyed.
It made them a hot commodity, and a well-guarded secret, protected especially
from reaching anyone with one foot in Paradise. No one outside Hell’s Gates
knew the Sins had bodies of their own. And while the Sins were widely envied
among their peers for their closeness with Lucifer, no one came close to
matching their power.
After the
Sins’ creation, Lucifer again approached Big J about rehabilitating the older
souls, or at least offering them a chance to destroy themselves to avoid
further suffering. Again, Big J declined. This led to a terrible falling out.
Lucifer cut himself off completely from his once-friend, and determined he
would make Hell as horrible a place as possible so the cries of his prisoners
wouldn’t remain deaf on Big J’s ears forever. Lucifer likewise completely
ceased going out in the world on his own to tempt humanity into depravity,
feeling he had done enough damage.
Generations
rolled on. Eras flew by. Big J and Lucifer did not communicate for centuries.
Then one of the Sins, Avaritia, resigned her post. Big J managed to garner
Lucifer’s attention and arrange a meeting.
The world
became interesting again.
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Loved the excerpt. I've added both books to my must have list; I look forward in reading them.
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Great blurb and excerpt. Can't wait to read this book to see what happens between Grayson and Luxi. Put this book on my wishlist. Thanks for the giveaway.
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