If she wants to perform a miracle, she’ll need to join forces with a divine, but the man upstairs and his angels refuse to help.
None of the other so-called benevolent divines are willing to help her, either.
Running out of time and options, Darlene prepares to storm the gates of hell for her brother.
She never expected to fall in love with the Devil.
Warning: this novel contains a woman with a chip on her shoulder, humor, and one hell of a hero. Proceed with caution.
My Obsessions: Confessions from R.J. Blain.
Little goblins like me love shiny click-clacks, which brings me to obsession number one: dice. I own at least 200 different types of dice, many of which involve glitter. This is not really one of my top obsessions, but I wouldn’t be a true little goblin without mentioning my hoard of shiny click-clacks.
My husband does not know about the twelve new sets of shiny click-clacks I ordered on kickstarter…
Also included in my hoard of shinies, although these don’t click-clack, is my collection of crystals. I have raw crystals. I have heat-treated, dyed crystals. I have natural towers. I have carved towers. I have a fluorite lamp that adds extra shiny to the shinies. I have twelve crystal unicorns carved from a variety of different stones. I have one rose quartz fox. (It’s technically a wolf, but I have declared it’s a fox.)
I have a labradorite t-rex.
That’s right. I have an extra shiny t-rex carved of shiny rock that turns blue in the right light. I am guilty of picking it up, roaring, and making it eat one of the tiny unicorns when I’m in a mood. (But very carefully, as they’re fragile.)
After a hard day of writing books and playing with my shinies, I can be found hunting tacos. I love tacos. I love tacos of all shapes and sizes. There is nothing better than spotting a taco truck I can visit. I have even tried making authentic tacos at home, from scratch, trying to get a hit of the good stuff. (I try, but I cannot compare to the real good stuff.)
Unfortunately, I am married to someone who does not like tacos. This is a problem.
In reality, my top obsession is books, both reading and writing them, but the unicorns come in a very close second, especially when they’re carved of stone.
What is something you’re obsessed with?
RJ Blain suffers from a Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible tendency to pun without warning.
In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until satisfied.
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