Once I was an angel, which I loved. Now I'm a demon, which I hate.

Despite what those heavenly douchebags believe, my fall was totally not my fault. Now I'm stuck with this gig, working for one of the head demons of Hell. I've got a flair for tempting souls and avoiding the boss man. Everything is going along just fine until Camuel, my former angelic partner shows up and starts messing in my demonic business. All I want in life is to lure my mark to the dark side, avoid my boss, and enjoy a nice glass of wine. Is that too much to ask? According to tall, blond, and feathery it is. He has something entirely different in mind, and I'm positive I won't like it.

After radio silence for a couple thousand years, BAM-there she is, Mara, my old partner. I'm still pissed about her joining Lucifer's entourage during the fall. Not a goodbye or even an "I'm outta here." Just gone. Now, she's landed her sweet behind in the middle of trouble. Nobody messes with the souls I've been assigned to protect, and I'll be damned if I'll let my client be swayed by a minion of Hell-even one I used to care about.

She'd better watch herself because things are about to get ugly.