Hell Hath No Fury (Devil Made Me, 1)

By Alexa Grave

Stuck in Hell with an ex-boyfriend. What's a girl to do?

Moira died. Of course, she never expected to appear in Hell once she did. But Hell isn't the fire and brimstone place so many people fear. More like a cross between an office building and a dormitory. And the devil, a sexy, disembodied voice in an endless expanse of darkness, sticks Moira with the job of Welcomer for the second floor of Hell. A job which comes with a skimpy little demon costume.

If that isn't enough to drive a strong-willed woman into fits, Moira finds out she's on the same floor with Jared, an ex she'd rather forget exists, only now she feels a strange attraction whenever he's around. Fun times.

To make matters worse, one of the new arrivals, Douglas, is a creepy old guy who stalks her and clearly doesn't belong. After a stomach churning confrontation with him, she decides she doesn't want to find out if she can die a second time. So Moira's got to find a way to shake Douglas, all while trying to come to terms with her conflicting feelings for Jared.

Who knew death would be as complicated as life?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexa Grave
• Release date: Aug 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370529315

Alexa Grave

Alexa Grave loves to tell stories -- it just so happens her characters occasionally take her on an unexpected ride. Most of what she writes is dark fantasy, but she also likes to weave humor and romance into her fantasy as well.

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Hell Hath No Fury

HELL HATH NO FURY

Devil Made Me, Book I

ALEXA GRAVE

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Stuck in Hell with an ex-boyfriend. What’s a girl to do?

Moira died. Of course, she never expected to appear in Hell once she did. But Hell isn’t the fire and brimstone place so many people fear. More like a cross between an office building and a dormitory. And the devil, a sexy, disembodied voice in an endless expanse of darkness, sticks Moira with the job of Welcomer for the second floor of Hell. A job which comes with a skimpy little demon costume.

If that isn’t enough to drive a strong-willed woman into fits, Moira finds out she’s on the same floor with Jared, an ex she’d rather forget exists, only now she feels a strange attraction whenever he’s around. Fun times.

To make matters worse, one of the new arrivals, Douglas, is a creepy old guy who stalks her and clearly doesn’t belong. After a stomach churning confrontation with him, she decides she doesn’t want to find out if she can die a second time. So Moira’s got to find a way to shake Douglas, all while trying to come to terms with her conflicting feelings for Jared.

Who knew death would be as complicated as life?

HELL HATH NO FURY

Copyright © 2016 by Alexa Grave

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Hell Hath No Fury

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Hell Hath No Fury

Blackness, emptiness, darkness. All good words to describe what I was suspended in.

So this was death. Big surprise.

I had seen the truck weaving on the other side of the road, approaching me, cruising along on my motorcycle. My death was pretty much instant. At least I hadn’t felt any pain. What hurt wasn’t the collision, but knowing that all my ex-boyfriends had been right when they said I shouldn’t be riding my bike alone at night. I had only taken their admonitions as sexist, them implying a woman should be on the back of a Harley instead of controlling one, not that they cared about my well-being. Could be their warnings had been a hint from the gods.

Oh, well.

I tried to get comfortable in my nothingness, but my impatience got the best of me. Am I stuck here for eternity? I didn’t see a line to wait in. Side stroke, butterfly, I was still in the same spot no matter how much I attempted to swim. Unless I was moving and just couldn’t tell. Endless torture in a vat of black paint. I didn’t deserve such a destiny.

Moira. The voice didn’t just come from around me, but inside also. It was sultry and feminine. A voice that could get a lot of customers at a phone sex company.

That’s me. And you are? It actually didn’t feel that awkward, talking to a disembodied voice.

Pandora.

Even had the name of a phone sex operator. Like the chick from the Greek myth?

Sort of.

What kind of Pandora are you, then?

Just me.

How wonderfully descriptive. "Well, I can’t see you, so that doesn’t help