Date With A Devil
Chapter One
Gideon ran his fingers over the piano keys, his mind only half on his task. As far as hell went,
he'd been in worse ones. The three hundred and forty-seventh level wasn't bad at all, and his
assignments weren't particularly onerous. He spent his time at the piano, letting his long fingers
dance over the pure ivory keys, and if there were screams of torment from his fellow damned,
he couldn't hear them.
It wasn't the first place he'd landed after his unfortunate demise at the hands of someone's angry
boyfriend. For some reason there'd always been a piano for him, and the heat had varied from
suffocating to mildly tropical. Here on the three hundred and forty-seventh level it was
practically balmy.
Ralph wasn't a bad host, all things considered. Right now he was looking more like a Wall
Street shark than a ruler of a level of hell, but in the end Gideon wasn't certain if there was that
great a difference between the two.
Then again, he wasn't certain of anything, including his years on earth. He knew why he was in
hell, though. He'd had an insatiable crav ... read full excerpt from Blind Date From Hell ebook
