Today’s brew: I’m pretty much about to take a coffee bubble bath
Kat Daemon’s decided to take on the biggest, baddest villain of all. Lucifer. If anyone has a story to tell, it’s this guy. Anyone who can run Hell as long as he had is someone worth having a beer with, and definitely reading about. KILLING DARKNESS is the second book in the series, and this story features Brielle, his daughter. Here’s the blurb:
Powerful, beautiful, and covered in scars…
Brielle, born of a mortal-immortal union between a human mother and the devil Himself, is prophesied to be the one capable of turning the tide in the brewing apocalypse.
As Brielle’s thirtieth birthday draws near, she strikes a deal with the devil and sets out on a journey of self discovery. In an attempt to comprehend what it means to be fully human, Brielle finds herself at the door of her therapist, Adam. Blurring relationship lines and questioning everything, she quickly learns that humanity, vulnerability, and love are things she isn’t prepared to handle. Distancing herself, she finds shelter in her father’s arms once more.
Two worlds are about to collide…
When the archangel Michael suddenly takes a deep interest in Brielle, Lucifer begins to understand that his greatest opponent is curious about more than just her choice. Michael’s fall will be Lucifer’s rise and only Brielle holds the key to making it happen.
With a human, an angel, and a demon all tearing at her heart, Brielle realizes it’s time to decide if her loyalties lie with Michael in Heaven or her father in Hell.
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“Venti iced coffee, sweetened with room,” I said to the barista who marked up my plastic cup with a black marker.
“It’s thirty degrees outside. Wouldn’t you prefer something a little warmer?”
I jumped as Lucas’ rich voice buzzed in my ear. You would think by now I would be used to him appearing out of nowhere. He turned his attention to the barista. “Let’s see… I’ll take a cappuccino, hot, with an extra shot of espresso,” he glanced down at the barista’s name tag, “thanks, Lexi.” He threw her a flirtatious wink.
I watched as the girl swept a loose brown bang behind her ear, unable to hide her smile or the blush that blossomed in her cheeks.
“Um… name? For the cup?” The girl’s blush deepened. She was probably in her early twenties, the same age my mother was when Lucas had worked his magic on her.
“Darth Vader and Princess Leah,” I snapped, tossing down a twenty and pulling my ever so charming father over to the coffee bar. “What are you doing here?” I groaned.
“Coffee. Same as you.”
“You’re so difficult sometimes.”
“I could say the same of you. You’ve been very neglectful at work lately, leaving early every day.”
“You know what I’m doing.”
“I do know, that doesn’t mean I approve of it.”
“I think I’m a little old to be seeking your approval.”
“Yet you do, desperately. So, let me in. Why is it so important that this Adam fellow knows what you are?”
I sighed, it didn’t matter if I told him a lie. He already knew my thoughts. He was being courteous in allowing me to tell him first. “Mom knew about you.”
“Different situation entirely, and I had no intention to ever tell her, circumstances just unraveled a bit.”
“You mean Michael ratted on you.”
“If that’s the version you choose to believe.”
“But eventually, she did know. She knew, and she accepted you. I’d like to know one person, just one, knows what I am before I change for good.”
The moment was broken by the barista placing our drinks in front of us, along with my change. Tossing the bills and coins into the tip jar, I noticed on my father’s cup she had written a number and drawn a heart. What a fool. Heavily, I walked with my drink over to the counter and added some half and half. Watching the cream swirl into the deep brown liquid was like watching a magician. It distracted me, but only for a moment.
“Brielle.” Lucas locked his long fingers around my wrist.
I looked up into his face, a beautiful man, not a day older than thirty-five looked back. Jet black hair, warm creamy skin. With the exception of the eye color, we looked like siblings. I wondered then, would I ever appear older than my father? The thought was startling. Lucas squeezed harder to bring me back to reality.
“Just show him who you are.” His blue eyes glistened with what I wanted to believe was understanding.
“I’ve already shown him how I can read minds. He dismissed it.”
“You need to be bolder.”
“What would you have me do? Slice up my skin and show him how fast I can heal? I don’t think I have a patch left for that circus trick.”
Lucas rubbed a thumb over the scar on my wrist. My bottom lip quivered in response. I would not cry in front of him. He hated when I appeared weak. As much as I wanted to blame him for my scars, they were mine and mine alone.
“All right Brielle, I think you can handle a little more power.” He held up the keys to my Lexus. “Take your doctor for a ride.”
About Kat Daemon
Kat Daemon grew up in New York where her imagination always seemed to get the best of her. When she’s not hanging with demons, she’s usually armed with a strong cup of coffee and dreaming up her next tormented character. She is the author of the The Darkness Saga and The Blood Clan Chronicles.
You can find out more about Kat and her books at www.katdaemon.com