Midlife Mountain Magic: The Gates of Hell: Midlife Mountain Magic

By Renee Brume and Jessica Kemery

 

It's his job to protect the world from demons.  But can his team of magical misfits rescue his child before her soul is lost forever?

 

Oren took over the family business, protecting the nation with his magic skills.  Against all odds, his family has kept the minions at bay for generations.  It's a dangerous job, with the only reward being the knowledge that he and his team stand in the way of the end times.

But he has never been in such a pickle.  Creatures from hell have slipped out and kidnapped his daughter. With his team of magical misfits, he has no other choice but to face his fears and go all in. But with time slipping away every second, can he defeat the hordes of hell, rescue his daughter, and bring his entire team out alive?

Will Oren use his wand to save them all, or will they be trapped in the seven circles of hell forever?

Midlife Mountain Magic: Gates of Hell is a short story prequel to the larger series.  If you like paranormal romance, magic, and portal fiction, you will love Renee Brume's fantastic first adventure.

Claim your copy of Midlife Mountain Magic: Gates of Hell today and find out what happens when you cross a doting father.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hot Mess Express Publishing
• Release date: Dec 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215588130

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

SPECIAL AGENT

My name is Oren Potentia, and I’m a wizard.  Not just a run-of-the-mill wizard, I’m a special agent of the US Government, licensed to protect and serve the nation from the nastiest, most vile demons straight out of hell you can imagine.

I am dedicated to protecting and serving the citizens of this great nation. In fact, my wife would say I work too much. I glanced at the clock in my tower office. It was straight up 5 o’clock.  With a grin, I decided to surprise her and quit for the day on time.

I hit save and listened to the floppy drive protest as it saved my current work and then pushed back from the green screen of my new IBM computer, where I had been hammering away at the latest reports to the generals at the Pentagon in DC.  I looked down at my desk calendar, seeing the weeks ahead of me filled in with important meetings, travel, and who knew what else.  Today was November 3rd, 1980, and my secretary had left my daughter’s birthday free and clear at my request.  It’s not every day your little girl turned three, after all.

Taking the spiral stairs down two at a time, I yelled for my crew to shut down for the day and spied them already packing up, everyone except Garret, my resident vampire on the night shift.  He was sitting at one of our new monitoring systems, staring at the green screen with frustration.  I can’t remember my password, he grumbled.

It’s RAVEN, Garret, Dallas said, picking up his suit jacket from where it hung on the back of his office chair.  He grinned and shook his head good-naturedly.

I knew it was something like that, Garret said, his lithe fingers flying over the keys so quickly I couldn't see them.  His vampire reflexes made him an incredibly fast typist.  The computer’s innards moaned, and the green monster came to life, flashing as it came online.  I’ll be here all night, as usual.  You all out?

Yes, page me if you need me, I said, slipping the black pager into my belt and checking to make sure it was on.

Enjoy your evening, Garret said. I’ve got the delivery coming at 7 p.m. with my blood bags.

Noted, I said, waving at Arlene, my secretary who was just leaving.   Garret was a vampire, but a good one.  That's why he came to work for me, actually.  He was tired of the nomadic lifestyle; he