The Devil’s Assistant Series
Genre: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Wild Fey, LLC
Number of pages: 290
Word Count: 88000
Cover Artist: Robin Ludwig Design Inc.
Tag Line: Darkly delicious—relentless—and wickedly good … the Devil’s Assistant is back.
Last spring Claire’s seemingly normal—if not totally screwed up—life was tossed on its head. For five years she’d been one of the damned—a human that knows the truth about the otherworldly among us. She’d worked for The Boss—the Demon King himself—as his administrative assistant, handling everything from early retirements, to Maintenance’s incessant requests for dental.
No one gets dental.
Then she walked into Purgatory—totally not her fault—went back in time, and awakened powers she never knew existed. Now Claire has a prophecy hanging over her head, a diamond ring hidden in her sock drawer, and the blood of a long dead royal running through her veins.
And it’s only going to get worse.
Her vow to live free or die takes a serious hit when she’s forced back under The Boss’s protection. Of course, there’s no protection from fate, or the Bounty Hunter sent to deliver her to Purgatory. And as if being “the girl” in the prophecy wasn’t enough, Claire soon discovers there are three other contenders for her role—two of whom want her dead.
Follow more of Claire’s adventures in Dark Awakened, the second installment of the Devil’s Assistant Series, to find out if she’s lucky enough to escape with her life, or if she’s just the first notch on the next contender’s belt.
Reviews for The Devil’s Assistant Series
Dark Hope is a serious thrill ride type of story ~Fang Freakin' Tastic Reviews
I fell absolutely head over heels in love with this book! It truly was dark & delicious. Mayhem, death, Demons, Pagan's, Druids and a kickass heroine!
~ Taking It One Book at a Time
I thoroughly enjoyed this story, very unpredictable and difficult to anticipate what happens next, which is always a good thing. Claire is an intriguing character, everything she thought she knew is not quite true …I cannot wait for the next book in series, eager to figure out what is going to happen to Claire. ~ Musings From An Addicted Reader
I love when authors can create something that takes me on a wild ride I’ve never been before. ~ Book Lovin' Mamas
Death materialized in front of me. I stepped onto the elevator and into his strong embrace. I sunk into him as the warmth of his body enveloped me.
“Can you give me a ride home?” I asked, not sure I knew where that was anymore.
“Shhh,” he soothed, “don’t cry.”
“Jack’s dead,” I choked out. “Quaid, that son of a bitch, he killed him.”
His hand stroked my head as if he were calming a child. The magic of his touch coated me with a sense of contentment, as if it could numb the pain of my heartache. Death’s touch had that effect—a physical force of will to evoke strong feelings and emotions, as if he knew exactly what I needed and could give it to me.
“He had him killed. The Boss had Jack killed.” I was sobbing now, somewhat incoherent. “I won’t go back. I’m done. That bastard can take his protection and shove it.”
I was unsure if Death could actually decipher any of my words, but he held me close, sending a stronger wave of his influence to soothe me. My sobs quieted.
After a long pause he asked, “The Devil just let you go? No fight?”
“I didn’t give him a choice. I won’t go back.”
Death kissed me on the forehead wrapping me in the sensation of his blissful touch, as if I were swaddled in an unseen blanket of peace and love. “You’ll stay with me. I’ll protect you.”
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened on the lobby.
“Ms. Cooper,” one of the guards said to me. “You’re needed back up—” He gasped, cutting off his words as if he’d seen a nightmare—Death’s cursed form does that to a person. I looked up into Death’s golden eyes—thankful I didn’t see him that way.
“Take me away from this place,” I pleaded.
“We’ll go to my villa. The Devil won’t find you there. You’ll be safe—protected.”
I closed my eyes, sinking into him, letting his power envelop me. Hiding from the world, the big three—the Devil, Mab, and Harry—was just what I need. I wouldn’t be their puppet anymore. Damn the prophecy—I didn’t have to be the girl that fixed things. I could disappear, mourn Jack, forget about the pain and the power and the hell that fate had in store for me. Let someone else have that job. I was through.
HD Smith has been writing for over ten years. She is a software developer by day, working for an awesome cruise line in Celebration, FL.
HD grew up in South Carolina, but has called the Sunshine State home since 1997.
She has Computer Science degrees from Clemson University (BS) and Florida Institute of Technology (MS). Her other hobbies include painting and screen printing. She enjoys creating t- shirts inspired by the places in her books. For more information, visit HD’s website at http://www.hdsmithauthor.com/