The Story
And you thought your job was hell. . .Annie Lou Riddle had a plan: Move to New York City. Break into the fashion industry. Work her way to the top. Nowhere in that scenario did she expect to accidentally sell her soul in exchange for a job at Hot! Magazine. Oops.Demons, it seems, arent big on letting mortals off the hook. Now Annie is stuck working as assistant/personal slave to Finola Whitediva extraordinaire, and glamorous shedevil. Whatever Finola wants, she gets, and she wants Annie to match her up with Nick Rossi, the gorgeous detective investigating shady doings at Hot!Frankly, Annie sees the appeal. Nick is effortlessly sexy, rugged, charmingand the one man Annie should definitely not be flirting with, or kissing, or. . . Oops. But some loves are too devilishly hot to resist. . .Praise for the novels of Kathy Love. . .a compelling concoction of dread, desire, and delight. Erin McCarthy on What a Demon WantsFangs for the Memories will make you laugh until milk comes out of your nose. No, really. MaryJanice Davidson
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And you thought your job was hell. . .Annie Lou Riddle had a plan: Move to New York City. Break into the fashion industry. Work her way to the top. Nowhere in that scenario did she expect to accidentally sell her soul in exchange for a job at Hot! Magazine. Oops.Demons, it seems, arent big on letting mortals off the hook. Now Annie is stuck working as assistant/personal slave to Finola Whitediva extraordinaire, and glamorous shedevil. Whatever Finola wants, she gets, and she wants Annie to match her up with Nick Rossi, the gorgeous detective investigating shady doings at Hot!Frankly, Annie sees the appeal. Nick is effortlessly sexy, rugged, charmingand the one man Annie should definitely not be flirting with, or kissing, or. . . Oops. But some loves are too devilishly hot to resist. . .Praise for the novels of Kathy Love. . .a compelling concoction of dread, desire, and delight. Erin McCarthy on What a Demon WantsFangs for the Memories will make you laugh until milk comes out of your nose. No, really. MaryJanice Davidson
