Uriel's Fall by Loralie Hall - Cover Reveal
Blurb
What's a corporate demon to do when the
voice in her head is devouring her sanity from the inside out, and the hosts of
heaven and hell would rather see her destroyed than surrender a power they
shouldn't possess?
Ronnie
has the job any entry-level angel or demon would sell their soul for—she's a retrieval
analyst for the largest search engine in the world. Ubiquity is a joint
initiative between heaven and hell. Because what better way to track all of
humanity's secrets, both good and bad, than direct access to their web browsing
habits.
She
might appreciate the position a little more if a) she could remember anything
about her life before she started working at Ubiquity, b) the damn voice in her
head would just shut up already, and c) her boss wasn't a complete dickhead.
As
she searches for the solutions to the first two issues, and hopes the third
will work itself out in performance reviews, she uncovers more petty
backstabbing than an episode of Real Housewives, and a conspiracy as old as
Lucifer's descent from heaven. On top of all that, if she forgets the cover
sheet on her TPS report one more time, she's absolutely going on final written
warning.
Now
Ronnie’s struggling to keep her sanity and job, and stop the voice in her head
from stealing her life. She almost misses the boredom of data analysis at
Ubiquity. Almost.
Excerpt
I materialized
from the ether, already anticipating the comfort of Lucifer's office in hell
and being enveloped in the closest thing I recognized as feeling like home. His
door was open when I got there, and I saw him at his desk so I pushed in with a
brief announcing knock.
I exhaled in
relief as his familiar aura seeped into me. As one of the three remaining
originals, he had his own little corner of hell that was all his and no one
else’s. Instead of being generic day to day blahness, it radiated the fact that
he’d occupied it for millennia. As I got far enough inside to see the rest of
the room, I froze, all coherent thought evaporating.
It’s
not… Maybe? Mikkel?
Lucifer wasn’t
alone. The stranger looked up, steel-blue eyes locking on mine. A few days
growth of black stubble decorated his chin, and his mud-caked boots rested on
Lucifer’s desk, the occasional flake dropping down to mar the shine. It
wouldn’t scuff the oak finish—Lucifer liked his
polished-until-it-was-almost-a-mirror wood finishes too much to let that
happen, but it still had to be irritating the hell out of my mentor.
It wasn’t always
easy to tell the difference between an angel and a demon—since technically we
were all made from the same stuff, and just accomplished our goals differently.
But a real angel. One served order instead of looking for the loopholes that
allowed chaos, had a different aura. A smooth glow instead of a kaleidoscope of
fractured light.
And the arrogant
man with his feet on my boss’s desk was more distinctly angel than anyone I’d
ever met. Something about the situation, on top of the last twenty-four hours
of my bizarre life, amused me. Who was he? Angels in hell weren’t unheard of,
but they disliked our methods enough that visits were rare. I stepped toward
him. With dark hair, light eyes, and an obvious disdain for the most powerful
demon in existence, he was sexy, and compelling, and—
If
you’ll stop swooning, I can kill that fucker. Right here and now. Draw your
sword.
Find Loralie Hall Online
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Website:
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About Loralie Hall
Loralie
Hall is a full time corporate geek and a fuller time writer. Her spouse is her
muse and their cats are very much their children. When they’re not spending way
too much time gaming, they’re making the world more good by vanquishing one
fictional evil at a time.
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