Release date: December 4, 2017
Subgenre: Urban fantasy
About Back to Black:
Seer and demon slayer Jordan Amador has had it rough lately: separated
from her husband the archangel Michael, hated by the angels who think
she betrayed them, hunted by demons who want her dead or enslaved, and
rejected by her friends and family for lying to them. Disgraced and
miserable, she’s all but ready to lay down and die until another Seer
named Myra Bennett saves her life. Myra gives Jordan a new mission: to
wipe out a nest of demons that are terrorizing her family as well as the
innocent people of Houston, Texas. Jordan goes undercover to infiltrate
the demons’ nest and figure out how to eliminate them. Meanwhile, she’s
locked in a deadly game with the archdemon Belial, who constantly
visits her night after night in her dreams to convince her to give him
her soul. Between the insanely gorgeous, but dangerous archdemon poking
around in her head and the vicious creatures surrounding her, she’s not
sure how much longer she can survive.
Back to Black takes place between She Who Fights Monsters and The Holy Dark in the Black Parade series.
Back to Black takes place between She Who Fights Monsters and The Holy Dark in the Black Parade series.
Excerpt:
I took the rose,
snapped the stem in half, and threw it away. “Get to the point, asshole. What
do you want?”
Belial breathed
in, as if summoning more of his patience, and fixed me with a steady stare. The
five archdemons of Hell had the same mark of royalty—slitted pupils instead of
round ones. He reminded me of a snake when he stared at me like that, and it
wasn’t far from the truth. There was nothing he wanted more than to devour me
whole. I suppressed a small shudder at the thought.
“To chase you.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
He grinned. “You
heard me, Seer. Run.”
“What are you,
nine? I’m not playing Hide-and-Seek with you, especially since you just said
I’m mostly dead right now.”
“It’s less of
Hide-and-Go-Seek,” he said, folding his arms behind him. “More Hide-and-Go-Freak,
if that is still the colloquialism.”
It took me several
seconds to speak, and the response came through my clenched teeth. “You have
exactly three seconds to get away from me before I strangle you to death.”
“Skipping the
foreplay, are we?”
“Look, if you’re
going to try to kill me or assault me, we’re going to square off. I’m not a
coward. I don’t run. I’ve killed you before and I’ll do it again, with or
without my body.”
He arched a thin
eyebrow. “You will, will you? Go ahead. Summon a weapon. Kill me, Seer. I dare
you.”
I lowered my right
hand and focused all my energy into forming a Smith & Wesson .9mm
semiautomatic. It materialized in my hand—heavy, formidable, and reliable.
I raised the gun
to his head and pulled the trigger.
Belial lifted his
hand and caught the freaking bullet.
I stared at the
barrel of the gun in disbelief and then emptied the clip.
I couldn’t follow
the motion, but I knew that I’d seen his arm and shoulder move. He opened his
hand and all of the slugs clinked together on his palm.
Well, shit.
Belial tipped his
hand over and let the bullets hit the grass. He looked up at me again and the
serpentine smile on his lips made me shiver.
“Run.”
I threw the gun at
him.
It whacked him
dead in the forehead and he snarled in pained surprise. That was my only
victory before I turned and ran at a dead sprint into the maze.
Right. Left.
Right. Left. Left, left, left, right, right, left, right.
I didn’t think
about it. No time to think. Act. Flee. Survive.
I’d been running
for what felt like eons before my weary body forced me to stop. I found a
corner and knelt in the cold, dark leaves of one of the maze shrubs, panting
for air. This didn’t make any sense. Why had he brought me here? What was the
point? And how was I going to get out of here?
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About Kyoko M:
Kyoko M is an author, a fangirl, and an avid book reader. Her
debut novel, The Black Parade, has been on Amazon's Bestseller List at
#5 in the Occult Horror category. She has a Bachelor of Arts in English
Lit degree from the University of Georgia, which gave her every valid
excuse to devour book after book with a concentration in Greek mythology
and Christian mythology. When not working feverishly on a manuscript
(or two), she can be found buried under her Dashboard on Tumblr, or
chatting with fellow nerds on Twitter, or curled up with a good Harry
Dresden novel on a warm central Florida night. Like any author, she
wants nothing more than to contribute something great to the best
profession in the world, no matter how small.
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