Miranda Schaffer just wants a little freedom for the start of college. Having convinced her parents to let her live in the house left to them by her great-aunt Janine, she’s excited. That is, until her classmate, Cole, tries to convince her that the house is one of the tools needed by the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to raise Hell.
Cole identifies himself as a Guardian, whose sole purpose in life is to prevent the gateway to Hell—supposedly Miranda’s basement—from falling into the wrong hands. Miranda brushes off his concerns, thinking he’s crazy.
On top of that, the cute real estate agent interested in the house is, according to Cole, one of the Four Horsemen, and she should stay away from him at all costs. That’s easier said than done when she can’t get him out of her head.
Will her indecision leave her with Hell to pay?
EXCERPT
While I wait for Cole, I
sit on the porch, my legs curled up beneath me. I have the reading assignment
next to me on the stand I never brought back inside after the dinner I had with
Cole.
Just when I decide to get a
head start, I hear a car pull up. He’s early, I think. But when I look
up, I see Caleb’s Audi parked in my driveway. I can’t contain my smile at the
sight of him.
As he steps out of his car,
wearing the same suit he was wearing the day we met, I slip my feet into my
sandals and spring up from my chair to walk over to him. “Hi!” I say, waving a
little.
“Sorry to drop by with no
notice,” he says, leaning back against the car casually.
I wave off his apology.
“It’s fine. How was your day?” I ask.
He shrugs, a smirk
appearing on his face. “It was fine,” he says. Then, he lifts up his hand and
beckons me toward him with the crook of his index finger.
My smile widens without
permission and I move closer to him, stopping about three steps away. Caleb
shakes his head, biting his lower lip, and motions for me to come even closer.
I do so, stepping right up to him.
Before I can say anything,
he slips his arms around my waist and leans down to kiss me solidly on the
lips.
I know I said I wanted to
wait, but damn! I can’t help but kiss him back, heat coiling low in my belly.
Soon, his tongue begs for entrance, swiping along my lower lip. The moment I
allow the kiss to deepen, he turns us around, gently pinning me back against
his car.
When he pulls away, I sneak
in a breath and shake my head. “Come back here,” I mumble, winding my hands
around his neck. This time, he presses against me even harder, reaching down to
grip my thigh in his hand.
Not even ten seconds later,
someone clears their throat behind Caleb.
“Uh, excuse me.” The
newcomer’s voice is gruff with barely-concealed annoyance. I know that voice…
Cole! I completely forgot because Caleb showed up.
Caleb steps away from me
with a pained expression on his face. He angles himself toward Cole, who is
holding two plastic bags, one from Tropical Smoothie and the other from Cold
Stone Creamery. His backpack is slung over his left shoulder.
As he takes in Caleb’s
face, Cole’s eyes widen in an unusual mixture of fear and anger.
“I’ll let you go,” Caleb
whispers. He sounds amused, though I don’t know what’s funny about this.
“Okay,” I murmur
back. My arm brushes against him as I go to pass him, and he grabs it gently.
When I turn back to see what he wants, he ducks his head and presses his lips
against mine.
“Until next time,” he
whispers against my mouth.
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About the author:
M. C. Rohweder is from Sin City, where The Brimstone Series takes place. She has been writing for as long as she can remember, and hopes her readers love her stories as much as she loves writing them.
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