Whatever for Hire: A Magical Romantic Comedy (with a body count)
Warning: This novel contains excessive humor, action, excitement, adventure, magic, romance, and bodies. Proceed with caution.
Fetching a cat out of a tree should’ve been a quick, easy fifty bucks in Kanika’s pocket. Instead, following one stray thought, the devil pays her a visit and leaves her with a debt to repay.
Owing the devil a favor is bad enough, but her life is turned upside down when it’s time to pay the piper. First, she doesn’t want the world’s sexiest firefighting, kitten-rescuing Scot as an unwilling companion. Since that wasn’t bad enough, she doesn’t know who wants him dead or why, but there’s no way in hell she’s going to let someone mar his perfection.
Add in the fact the devil wants an heir, and there’s only one thing she knows for certain: she’s in for one hell of a job.
From Chapter One
I never should’ve named my mercenary gig Whatever for Hire. People took the name too literally, which explained why I was stuck in a tree fetching a cat. If I’d been thinking, I would’ve refused Miss Angorra’s fifty dollars, leaving her precious kitty Mistoffelees to fend for herself. Instead of taking her money, I should’ve told her to learn how to spell before hightailing it out of town. Mephistopheles really didn’t like when people screwed with his name. Call him the devil, call him Satan, or call him Lucifer; he didn’t care as long as you spelled his name right. Nothing pissed off the Lord of Hell quite as much as someone calling him Satin.
It happened. I’d witnessed when an idiot thought it’d be funny to invoke Satan’s name as graffiti. It hadn’t ended well for him. Mephistopheles had appeared, wrapped the poor sod up in satin, and lit him on fire, screaming something in German about the importance of education. I had watched the whole episode with my mouth gaping open like an idiot.
I’d learned an important lesson that day: forget summoning circles. If I wanted a quick chat with the devil, all I needed to do was get some glitter and write his name in it—spelled incorrectly. He’d light my ass on fire, but he’d probably let me live to tell the tale so others would learn from my mistake.
For some reason I couldn’t fathom, the devil liked me.