Are you ready for the ride?
Can you handle the ride?
Road to Hell series #4
by Gracen Miller
(aka Horroromance because it’s a little horror mixed with romance)
to be the Queen…
of Hell, Madison Wescott is finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Though
she has embraced her demonic nature, she has ensured the safety of everyone she
loves. With both Micah and Nix at her side, she wields more power than she
could have ever imagined.
not even the throne is safe when you rule in Hell.
assassination attempt, Madison learns about a realm of the damned older than
Hell itself. A fierce and powerful incubus vows to escape his imprisonment
there — and his efforts are weakening the bonds that hold him and countless
other monsters at bay. With no plan and nowhere else to turn, Madison contacts
an unlikely source for help. But whose side is he really on? Will he help
preserve her reign, or bring about Hell’s downfall?
your partnerships carefully…
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and torturing a soul is dangerous business, my sister,” Zen said.
“So was becoming Queen of Hell. What’s
problematic about going with the flow?”
More of the same unblinking stare from
him. “If you go rogue, Madison…”
Madison slammed against the window-wall
behind her. Despite the pane’s solidness, she felt it shimmy when it received
the brunt of her weight. Recognizing Zen’s new demonstration of power, she
elevated her eyebrows at him. With a smirk, she rubbed her back against the
glass. She palmed her dragon blade as she flung a ninja star. He leaned to the
side, dodging the star with ease. Of course she missed.
“You can’t kill me.”
Only his creator could take him down.
Madison palmed her other dagger and
eased away from the window. “Is this you coming for me, Zen?”
His one-shoulder shrug sufficed as an
answer. The pounding on the door, followed by Nix and Micah’s yelling further
answered her question. Zen had magically locked them out. That’d been why she
saw his power flare for a brief second during their conversation.
She went for him. He blocked each jab
and slash. Every kick and punch. She eyed him as they circled one another.
toys with us, her demon remarked.
Of course he does, that was Zen’s way
when they sparred.
“Have I not taught you anything?” He
smacked her across the cheek in a whip-like move she hadn’t seen coming. It
wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but the blow stung all the same. “You tire yourself
knowing I’m the superior fighter. It’s like you sacrifice yourself to me. Too
They went at it again. She tripped over
a rug, stumbled backward, and came up dead-footed with her spine against the
windowpanes. He moved into her space. Eye-to-eye they stared at one another,
her panting the only racket in the room.
“So this is how it all ends?” she asked
as he elevated a hand and braced it against the glass next to her head.
The door practically throbbed from all
the kicking, pounding, and magic thrown at it.
“You’re scaring my men.”
“They should be terrified.”
Madison settled her hand on his arm. “I
She chugged his magic harder than she
ever had anyone’s, and screamed as pain slashed through her head. Zen’s eyes
widened, silver bright, and he jerked away as his magic held strong, barring
her husbands from the room.
Zen stumbled, his footing off, and he
swayed a moment before going to a knee. Wincing as the pain receded, Madison
circled him and secured her blade in its leather holster.
She threaded her fingers in his hair
and pulled his head back. His shallow breathing surprised her, “Concede