To Hell With Christmas

By Kat St. Croix

The daughter of Lucifer, Eden thought that escaping Hell and an arranged marriage would be the hardest thing she’d ever have to do, but it's keeping her identity a secret, fighting off demons, and falling head over heels for a drop-dead-sexy human that will really require the magic of Christmas.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
• Release date: Nov 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781941260692

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TO HELL WITH CHRISTMAS

Kat St. Croix

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PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, business establishments or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Boroughs Publishing Group does not have any control over and does not assume responsibility for author or third-party websites, blogs or critiques or their content.

TO HELL WITH CHRISTMAS

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ISBN 978-1-941260-69-2

To those who would go to Hell and back for true love

CONTENTS

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

About the Author

TO HELL WITH CHRISTMAS

Part 1

I can’t do it, Father. I can’t and I won’t, Eden said for the hundredth time.

You will marry Nazar at the year’s end, and I do not wish to revisit this conversation. Ever! her father commanded, the echoes of his voice rippling through their home, the grandest palace in all of the Underworld.

Eden shivered. The last few years of her life in Hell had become, well, hellish. As the only daughter of Lucifer, sole ruler of the Underworld, she was being forced into a marriage of power and convenience. Her father had arranged a union between her and the commander of his demon army, a force tasked with keeping all those who entered the gates of Hell in line. As one might imagine, that was no easy task.

She had to admit that Nazar was an incredible leader, fierce on the battlefield and desired by nearly every idiot woman (and even a few men) in the Underworld, but she found him repulsive. It was no secret that he was a philandering demon with more than a few depraved tendencies, and there wasn’t a chance in any realm on Earth that Eden ever planned on being a part of his life.

Her father had been pressuring her to find a suitable demon to mate with for years, though. He wanted grandchildren, male heirs that he could groom to one day rule by his side. Now it seemed he was through giving her time to find love. He didn’t believe in it anyway. Like most. In the Underworld, love was generally considered bullshit. Few demons in the realm found the one and actually remained monogamous. Most were inclined to find pleasure wherever and whenever, with whomever they wished, be it a Hell-born demon or a human who passed through the gates after death. But Eden refused to believe that true love didn’t exist.

Unfortunately, at the human age of twenty-two, time was running out for Eden. It seemed her father would force her to marry Nazar.

While her father treated her, and only her, with the utmost care and devotion, she was his only child and the one expectation placed upon her was that she breed. In his mind, the time for that was now. The fact that her life had no expiration date never seemed to be taken into consideration, no matter how many times Eden reminded him.

Darling, I don’t wish you angry with me, her father hissed in almost a sing-song