Straight To Heaven
Mother, teacher, wanton she-demonWelcome to my life. I’m Lilith Straight, Hell’s newest employee. Although I’m getting pretty good at letting the succubus inside me take over, life in Hell is never easy. Miss Spry is up to her old tricks. She promised to let me save my daughter from my fate, but only if I can tempt my next client.That’s how I end up horns-to-halo with a guardian angel determined to rescue my next victim. To make matters worse, William Benedict, the hottest demon in Hell, is trying to undermine my mission with some temptations of his own…Nothing is ever what you expect in Hell, but really I should have known that already!Praise for Michelle Scott'I would definitely recommend Straight to Hell to anyone who’s looking for a relatively quick read – something fast paced, something funny with a bit of a twist and some paranormal elements.' - Books, Biscuits and Tea on Straight to Hell'There were so many twists in the plot that I didn't see coming, that the novel definitely kept me on my toes, and it kept moving at such a pace that there wasn't a single point in the book where I was bored in the slightest.' - Pen to Paper on Straight to Hell'one of those books that you want to spend some time thinking about after you are done reading, you want to think about what you would have done in Lilith's shoes, and let me tell you she has so seriously difficult to walk in. This is one of those books where you want to get together with a couple of your girlfriends afterward and talk about the book at length.' - Urban Fantasy Reviews on Straight to Hell'loved the humor in this book and actually caught myself laughing out loud a few times while getting strange looks from my family.' - Shut Up & Read on Straight to Heaven
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Mother, teacher, wanton she-demon
That was who I was now, Lilith Straight, Hellâs newest employee. Iâm getting pretty good at it though, letting the succubus inside me take over and Miss Spry had nearly agreed to let me save my daughter from this fate. Everything was going pretty well, even if I was causing trouble everywhere I went.
That is until I end up horns-to-halo with a guardian angel determined to rescue my next victim. To make matters worse, William Benedict, the hottest demon in Hell, is trying to undermine my mission with some temptations of his ownâ¦
Nothing is ever what you expect in Hell, but really I should have known that already!
Straight to Hell
Straight to Heaven
Michelle Scott
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2014
Copyright © Michelle Scott 2014
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E-book Edition © June 2014 ISBN: 9781472097125
Version date: 2018-10-30
MICHELLE SCOTT
has been a fiction junkie all of her life. Although sheâll read everything from literature to mystery to modern classics, she has a special penchant for urban fantasy. She is also a huge nerd and an unapologetic Doctor Who fan, preferring Tom Baker above all others.
In college, Michelle earned her BA in psychology and met the guy of her dreams. Thirty years later, she has never once used her psychology degree, but is still married to Mr. Right which proves that a good college education is worth every penny.
Currently, she is a straight-laced community college English teacher by day, while at night, she stalks supernatural beings in her hometown of Detroit. Michelle lives with her husband and three children, all of whom are addicted to Doctor Who (and urban fantasy) as much as she.
To my wonderful family with love.
Contents
Book List
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Worried, I glanced at my watch again. Iâd been waiting for twenty minutes under the broiling July sun, and still there was no sign of my client. Ordinarily, my assignments were perfectly timed because being a temptress meant that I had to reach my victim when he was most vulnerable to temptation. The tipping point, as it were. But this morning, something was off.
Where was he?! The post office parking lot held a few cars, and several people had gone in and out of the building, but my inner demon told me that none of these were my victim. Had I gotten the time wrong? Maybe Iâd missed the entire event! I started nibbling my cuticle before deciding it wasnât worth ruining a sixty-dollar manicure.
As more time ticked by, my anxiety increased. In the past six months, I had gone from a bungling failure to a highly effective succubus. In fact, Iâd had thirty-five successful temptations in a row, an accomplishment that even Miss Spry, my demon overlord, had applauded. It wasnât that I was on board with the whole tempting people to do wrong thing. No, Iâd finally come to understand that it made my life much simpler to follow my destiny, rather than fight it. Rebellion only ended in heartache.
Plus, I didnât want to wreck my winning streak.
I looked at my watch again and muttered a curse. Even though it was only nine-thirty in the morning, the humidity was so high that Iâd perspired through my silk tank top. I wore my auburn hair up in a sloppy bun, but a few loose strands were glued to my sweaty neck. Heat from the sidewalk burned through the thin soles of my sandals.
Michigan, in summer, bears an uncanny resemblance to Hell.
Not only was it hot out under the blistering sun, this was also not the best part of town. It was a local job for once, but one on the wrong side of the tracks. The post office itself was okay, a fairly modern structure untagged by graffiti, but across the street was a seedy strip mall with a liquor store, a boarded-up nail salon, and a check-cashing place. All of the businesses had bars over the windows and inch-thick bullet-proof glass between the customers and the owners.
