I am literally going to kill my mother.
Genre: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy Romance (MFMM)
To say I have mommy issues is putting it mildly. The woman who abandoned me has a lot of nerve to just saunter back into my life without warning and drop a bombshell of atomic proportions. I tried to kill her as a way of resolving my inner Freudian issues, but my damned boyfriends stopped me. Spoilsports.
As if wanting to strangle my birth mother isn’t enough, once again, someone is messing with my life and a new player steps in to save me. Did I mention my dark knight is tall, gorgeous, and fanged? Just don’t tell my lovers because apparently they’re not willing to share me with the undead.
The final showdown with the mysterious figure—also known as the major pain in my ass—fast approaches. I don’t care how powerful they are. They screwed up big time when they took something precious of mine. It’s never a good idea to piss off this princess of Hell because revenge is my middle name.
Thrust into the final showdown, thankfully, I’ve got more than my fallen angel and kitty at my side. Dark, Fanged, and Delicious is determined to join my group. I’m facing my biggest challenge yet, but don’t worry, with the help of my family and lovers, Hell will have its revenge.
Warning: Includes violence, adult situations and other twisted ideas that aren’t suitable for some audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
The Princess of Hell Series is best read in order:
- Book One – Lucifer’s Daughter
- Book Two – Snowballs In Hell
- Book Three – Hell’s Revenge
- Book Four – Hell’s Vacation
Lucky me, I had the three most important men in my life sitting down for a nice family dinner. The irony of having Satan, my dear daddy, and the words ‘nice’ and ‘family’ used together did not escape me. After some careful negotiation, I’d made sure my father would behave at this and future dinners—we’d even signed the contract in blood. With my dad, you could never exercise too much caution.
But I didn’t need his promise—with sub clauses in writing—for this particular meal. My father currently beamed like an escaped mental patient. Kind of freaky for the uninitiated, but as his daughter, I considered it endearing.
The reason for his joy? I’d just announced David was moving in with Auric and me.
“I can’t believe it, my daughter living in sin with not one man but two. You do a father proud,” he said, toasting the occasion. I swear he almost wiped a tear.
Auric rolled his eyes, familiar with my father’s antics, but poor David appeared taken aback. My father’s sense of humor took some getting used to.
Life since we’d vanquished the hooded one had returned to normal, or as normal as it could get for a princess of Hell. I’d avoided, in my usual head-in-the-sand fashion, some of the things Gabriel had told me when I captured him. My cowled nemesis, for the curious, was a fallen angel who’d delighted in torturing me. When I finally got him on his knees, subservient to the point of my sword, he began to spout all kinds of crap. I’d decapitated the freaky bastard rather than listen to his monologue. Like hello, I’d seen enough movies to know letting the enemy talk gave them time to wait for reinforcements. Besides, I had more important things that required my attention such as an aroused libido that wasn’t in the mood to exercise patience.
Apart from Gabriel, who I refused to discuss, Auric kept trying to talk to me about my absent mother. As if I wanted to think about the bitch who’d abandoned me with a curse on my mind—not! Sticking my fingers in my ears and humming soon brought those attempted conversations to a halt. Poor Auric, I was really making him practice his sighs of impatience a lot lately.
In a nutshell, I refused to dwell on the crap I’d gone through lately, and in an attempt for a life of normalcy, I’d arranged for my dad to come for a nice family dinner—cooked by Auric, of course. Anything less would have seen me punished for cruelty.
The pasta primavera came out divine, the chicken succulent, the conversation ribald; in other words, dinner appeared a complete success.
It figured my aunt Fate would fuck with it. A knock sounded at the door, and I’d like to say I heard haunting music, that my eyes rolled back and I experienced an ominous premonition. Alas, my precognitive skills were limited to the knot that formed in my stomach. I knew from a lifetime of experience that if things were going well something would come along to screw with me, which meant whoever stood on the other side of that steel-reinforced barrier was about to fuck up the nice new life I’d settled into.
“Don’t answer,” I said in a childish attempt to avoid whatever calamity waited for me in the hallway.
Apparently, my worry was contagious because Auric grabbed his holy sword before he headed to the door when a second knock sounded. Auric twisted the knob and swung the door open, keeping care to ensure his bulky body remained in front of the doorway, blocking direct access inside. It also meant I couldn’t see who’d come calling.
I drummed my fingers on the table as David stood and moved to stand in front of me protectively. My men, throwbacks to a time of chivalry when women were fainting damsels. Cute and yet so unnecessary. They knew by now, even if they refused to acknowledge it, I could take care of myself.
I heard a chair sliding back and hitting the floor. Looking over, I saw my father staring at the door, a look of stunned surprise on his face. The knot in my stomach tightened into a really painful ball. I’d never seen my dad look so spooked, and if the caller had the ability to freak out Lucifer, Lord of Hell, it didn’t bode well for me.
“No, it can’t be,” he muttered.
A burning need rose in me, overcoming my trepidation. I had to see what had my father looking as if he’d seen a ghost. I walked around David, who, to my surprise, didn’t try and stop me.
“Hello, Lucifer.” A petite woman, with creamy smooth skin I envied, walked in. “It’s been a long time.” Dressed in a green suit that would have looked appropriate in the boardroom, she didn’t sport claws, or horns, heck, she didn’t even have a weapon.
The innocuous appearance didn’t matter though; panic engulfed me. Taking a step back, I bumped against the dinner table. I didn’t understand my reaction. My instincts screamed danger, even as my men stood there, letting the stranger into my home. The dinner knife I palmed was hidden behind my back.
“Do you know this woman, Dad?” I asked. Did Auric know her as well? Was that why he’d let her in?
“Yes, and so do you,” my father replied, the expression on his face drawn, his eyes full of sorrow.
I hated cryptic answers. They made my head hurt. The woman, with long hair and a familiar face, looked at me. The room spun, and I swooned. Thankfully, there were several pairs of hands there to catch me.
I regained consciousness seated on Auric’s lap with David handing me a glass of water, which I took with shaking hands. Despite my fainting spell, the center stage currently belonged to the woman watching me enigmatically, my long-lost mother.
“What’s your name?” I suddenly felt a monstrous need to know. I had no memories of this stranger, the woman who had birthed me and abandoned me. By some kind of freaky magic or curse, no one had recalled her, but now that I had a face, I wanted an identity to go with it. A name I could curse. What? In my twenties and she finally decided to show up? Fuck her. I wasn’t about to make this easy for her.
She arched a brow, and I found her smile condescending. “I would have thought your first question would have been why I am here.”
No, my first question was actually ‘Do you want to die agonizingly or…well, really agonizingly?’ In my world, revenge wasn’t just approved of by my father; it was expected.
However, killing her meant not getting some answers, and despite my intense hatred, I found myself curious. “Fine then, why are you here?” I let my impatience show. I hated momentous news before dessert. Especially since I knew Auric had spent the afternoon crafting a caramel-topped cheesecake from scratch. Long-lost mother who abandoned me versus decadent cheesecake dripping in creamy caramel delight? I wondered how quickly I could get rid of her. Of course, her next words pretty much blew all thoughts of dessert out of my mind.
“Why to witness the birth of your child. My grandchild. Which reminds me, congratulations to the fathers.”
Now, there were a myriad of ways a person could comport themselves when meeting their mother for the first time. They could fall on their long-lost parent, crying and hugging while trying to blubber how happy they were to be reunited. Gag me with a spoon but I hated sappy shit like that.
A girl could coldly tell the absentee mother to shove her attempt at reconciliation where the sun never shone. Rude snark was a touch better.
A person could even faint in a damsel-like fashion or run from the room screaming, “I hate you” just before they slammed a door shut.
But, as a princess of Hell, I tended to lean toward the more dramatic—I did have a reputation to uphold after all. I threw a knife at my visiting mother’s head.
|Five Star Review for Hell’s Revenge
“Hell’s Revenge is a fantastic tale filled with jaw dropping sex and entertaining characters. ..I really enjoyed the change from the regular romantic vampire stories! …While I hadn’t read the other books, I was able to understand and enjoy this book on its own; however, now I want to read the previous stories and hope that Eve Langlais writes more stories about Muriel and her stable of lovers!”says
MDobson Of Sizzling Book ReviewsFor the full review click here.
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|Five Star Review for Hell’s Revenge
“Hell’s Revenge was a compelling finale to this fantastic trilogy.…Langlais’ writing was masterful yet again. Her way of weaving the story, the relationship dynamic of a threesome and later foursome plus all of the comedy brought in by the hellish characters had me finishing this story way too quickly, her comedy writing rivals her smut with its laugh out loud quality.
Amanda of Book Lovers IncFor the full review click here.
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