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An ancient Sumerian god, Sin was one of
the most powerful among his pantheon. . . Until the night Artemis stole his
godhood by trickery and left him one step from death.
For millennia, this ex-god turned
Dark-Hunter has dreamed only of regaining his powers and seeking revenge on her.
If only life were that simple.
Unfortunately he has bigger fish or
in his case, demons, to fry. The lethal gallu that were buried by his pantheon
are now stirring and they are hungry for human flesh. Their only goal is to
destroy mankind and anyone else who gets in their way. Lucky Sin is the only one
who can stop it—that is if a certain woman doesn’t kill him first.
Trust of any kind died in him the
moment Artemis tricked him, but now he must rely on another woman or see an
annihilation of biblical proportions. Enemies have always made strange
bedfellows, but never more so than when the fate of the world hangs in the
balance. Now a man who knows only betrayal must trust the one person most likely
to hand him to the demons. Artemis may have stolen his godhood, but this one has
stolen his heart. The only question is will she keep it or feed it to the ones
who want him dead?
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Sherri intended to write
Devil May Cry right after Sins of the
Night, but Wren's book and then Ravyn's
got in her way.
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Devil May Cry introduces a new
pantheon and a whole new wave of
evil. If you thought the Daimons
were bad, wait until you meet the
gallu demons that have been
unleashed by an ancient god's curse.
The role of the Dark-Hunter just got
a lot more dangerous... |
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Factoid: Devil May Cry does NOT take
its name from the video game even though
that is one of Sherri's fave games. It
actually comes from a song by Cashis Clay.
However, Dante from Winter Born, was named
for the DMC character.
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Excerpt
“He needs to be destroyed. My preference is painfully and
quickly, but any means that ultimately results in his death
will work.”
Acheron Parthenopaeus turned his head to see the Greek
goddess Artemis approaching him. Dressed only in black
leather pants, he sat on the stone railing of her temple
balcony with his back against one of the Dorian columns that
lined it. The balcony was made of sparkling white marble
that overlooked a breathtaking view of a rainbow waterfall
and a perfect forest scene.
But then one would expect no less on Mt. Olympus where the
Greek gods made their home.
With flowing red hair, perfect porcelain skin and sharp
green eyes, Artemis would be beautiful if he didn’t begrudge
her every breath she drew.
“Why do you have such a burr up your ass all of a sudden
where Sin’s concerned?”
She curled her lip. “I hate it when you talk like that.”
Which was exactly why he did it. “You’re changing the
subject.”
“I’ve always hated him. He was supposed to die. Remember?
You intervened.”
She was seriously oversimplifying that. “He survived on his
own. I merely gave the guy a job after you screwed him
over.”
“Yes and now he’s gone insane. Did you not see that he broke
into a museum last night, knocked out three guards in the
process and stole a high profile artifact? How is that not
exposing the Dark-Hunters to public scrutiny? I swear he did
it on purpose, hoping to get caught so that he could tell
the humans about all of us. He’s a threat to everyone.”
Ash dismissed her anger even though he did agree it was a
reckless move on Sin’s part. Usually the man had more sense.
“I’m sure he just wanted to touch a piece of home. Hell,
whatever he took, probably belonged to him or some member of
his family. I’m not going to kill anyone because they were
homesick, Artie– kind of like killing someone when they’re
on the can. It’s just wrong.”
With her hands on her curvy hips, she glared at him. “So
you’re going to dismiss it?”
“If by that you mean I don’t think it warrants his immediate
execution. Call me crazy, but yeah, I’m dismissing it.”
“You are going softball.”
Ash frowned until he realized what she meant. “Soft, Artie.
You meant to say I’m going soft.”
“Whatever.” She moved to stand beside him. “The Acheron I
remember would have sizzled him for half the infraction.”
He released an agitated breath before he responded. “Fried,
Artie, **** learn to speak. I’ve got a headache from trying
to figure out what the hell you mean. And at no time in my
life would I have ever fried anyone for something like
this.”
“Yes, you would have.”
He thought about that for a moment. But as usual she was
wrong. “Nope. Only you would move me to that kind of
violence over something so insignificant.”
“You’re such a bastard.”
He leaned his head back against the column so that he could
look up at her. “Why? Because I won’t do your bidding?”
“Yes. You owe me this. You made me get rid of Thanatos and
now I have no control over those creatures-“
”That you created,” he added, interrupting her angry tirade.
“Don’t forget the important part here. The Dark-Hunters
wouldn’t exist at all had someone, and for the sake of your
missing intellect let me clarify that, you stolen those
powers from me. Excuse me for banning you from killing them
because you have reverse PMS.”
She scowled. “Reverse PMS?”
“Yeah, unlike a normal woman, you’re cranky twenty-eight
days out of the month.”
She moved to slap him, but he caught her wrist in his hand.
“You haven’t bargained for the right to hit me.”
She wrenched her arm away from him. “I want him dead.”
“I’m not your tool in this.” And lucky for Sin, Ash was
here. He was the only reason Artemis didn’t kill Sin
herself. They’d made the pact centuries ago after she’d
flambeed a Dark-Hunter for one erroneous comment that she
would never again go after a Dark-Hunter without Ash’s
approval.
Her eyes were still seething. “He’s up to something. I can
feel it.”
“Of that I have no doubt. He’s been plotting your murder
since the day you stole his godhood from him. Lucky for you,
I’m in the way and Sin knows it.”
She narrowed her eyes on him. “I’m surprised you’re not
helping him.”
So was he. But in the end, he knew he couldn’t be a part of
that. He needed Artemis in order to live and if he were to
die, the world would become an even scarier place than it
already was.
Too bad that. Cause honestly, he wanted nothing more than to
bid her ass goodbye and never look back.
Artemis shoved at his raised knee. “Aren’t you at least
going to ask him why he was at the museum? And why he
assaulted those officers?”
A sliver of hope went through him. “Are you going to let me
leave to do it?”
“You owe me three more days.”
So much for hope. He should have known better. The ***** had
no intention of letting him out of her temple until his two
weeks were up. “Then it looks like it can wait.”
Artemis curled her lip at him as she curled her hands into
fists. Acheron was ever her bane. Why she put up with him,
she didn’t know.
Actually, she did. Even in his stubbornness, he was still
the sexiest man she’d ever seen. There was nothing she
enjoyed more than watching him move. Or even sit as he was
doing at present. He had the most viciously perfect body any
man had ever possessed. His long blond hair was braided over
one shoulder as he leaned back with his arms folded over his
chest and his left bare foot tapped in time to an imaginary
beat only he could hear.
Powerful and bold, he only bent to her when she forced him
to it by blood and bone. And even then, he did so grudgingly
and defiantly. He really was like a wild beast that no one
could tame.
For that matter, he bit and snarled at anyone who tried to
pet him.
And the gods knew she’d tried for centuries to either win
him over or beat him into submission. But nothing worked. He
was ever near and ever unattainable. It infuriated her.
She pouted at him. “You’d like for him to kill me, wouldn’t
you?”
He let out a small laugh. “Hell, no. I want that honor
myself.”
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