Warning: This book is a humorous urban fantasy with a little bit of sass, a smidgen of romance, and a whole lot of irate ghosts hell-bent on revenge.
Satan, Demon of Hell, holds a new title in my life: Boss
For years my checking account begged me to upgrade the dead-end jobs I was comfortable working. Thanks to my misplaced leg, a stumbling woman, and a car, I landed myself a new career: Specialized Reaper.
Unfortunately for me, Checking Account’s still pissed because this new job comes with much responsibility but no pay.
My duties include sending marked ghosts to the fiery pits below. The only problem—well, other than my lacking funds to cover rent? These marks have zero desire to leave the cool climates of Earth for the roasting heat of Hell.
Not my problem.
My problem is I’m stuck in an iron-clad contract with the devil, and he’s given me only three days to send him these marked spirits. Their unwillingness to accept their fated destiny leaves my booty on the side of kicked more times than my ego’s willing to acknowledge.
Enter one tall, dark, and sexy roadblock who carries a badge, a gun, and a sensuous scowl to complicate my life. We’re searching for the same man. The detective believes him to be alive. I know he’s dead.
Time’s running out, and my goal is to complete my mission before I wind up in the slammer for a murder I never committed—or worse. Because Satan demands a soul, and if I can’t send him my assigned mark, the next soul on board the Hell Express might very well be my own.