HELL'S BELLES
Chapter One
Caitlin's House
On the night the Underworld put a contract out on
me, a crescent moon dangled overhead like a celestial
fishhook and stars bobbed in the sky. Just my luck.
I'd been hoping for a raging thunderstorm, maybe
some hail. You know, something dramatic. But no. I
got picturesque.
Just another sign that Hell had gone to Heaven in
a handbasket.
I threw a nervous look over my shoulder, unable to
relax even though I sensed only the thrumming energy
of Salem, Massachusetts, in the predawn morning.
Nothing infernal beeped on my psychic radar. For
the moment, I was safe. Desperate and so terrified that
I was pissing my metaphorical pants, but safe.
Okay. Deep breath, like the way the humans did it.
There. Oh, right. Release it. Mental note: Humans
breathe continuously.
Hmm. That was going to be a royal bitch to remember.
I rang the bell and waited, taking in the details of
the plain wooden door. The only obvious detriments
to the uninvited were a smattering of impressive-looking
metal locks. The less obvious b ... read full excerpt from: Hell's Belles ebook
