Lourdes has been slain and the new queen of the underworld has been chosen.
It was the day the Blood sisters had been striving for. The day where they would be free of Lourdes and could go back to living normal lives, but with the underworld’s throne empty, the Earth plunges into chaos.
Rivers turn black, demons run amok, with more chaos is about to be unleashed. All the while demon hunter, Duncan Jasper, is prisoner of the enemy. Jessica will stop at nothing to free him from Vain, a bounty hunter who trades in the lives of humans.
Getting into her stronghold won’t be easy, and Vain will be expecting a fight, but what she won’t be expecting is Jessica’s secret weapon. The newly crowned queen of the underworld, her very own sister.
Jessica hopes Amanda can resist the dark magic now surging through her veins long enough for a special artifact—The Ruby Heart—to be found, the one thing that can purify Amanda’s heart and break the awful curse.
But Amanda has other plans. If she sacrifices herself to the underworld, she hopes to do one better. Kill the demons from the inside and free the trapped souls being tormented for an eternity.
One way or another, it will surely come to sister vs sister in a full-scale war.
All in the name of Blood.
About Jill Cooper –
I could write this in the third person. I could tell you what I like, where I was born, and what my favorite things are.
But instead, I’ll say I don’t want to write like everyone else. I don’t want to craft stories you’ve read a thousand times before. I want my novels to be a cinematic experience, blending themes, genres, and situations unlike any you’ve ever read.
I want to break the rules. I want you to break out in a cold sweat as you read my books out of fear, love, and excitement. I want my books to be an experience. When you finish, I want you to feel something. Good or bad.
If you do, then I’ll have succeeded. If not, I’ll keep trying.
Book lover promo – Excerpt
The front door shattered and Jessica Blood stepped inside the grand foyer of The Vampire Kiss. Giant chandeliers hung from the ceiling and cast prisms of light against the black satin walls. Behind the hostess podium a woman of exceptional beauty stood. Her skin shimmered like pearls cast along the ocean and each tendril of black hair coiled perfectly around the nape of her neck.
Her lips were the color of desire, like the dress of a beautiful maiden and the mere appearance of her made Jessica’s knees tremble.
“You can’t be in here,” the rare beauty huffed, but her voice was enchanted, like a child’s song.
Jessica recognized the signs of magic and a warding spell. This whole place was just one big con. She couldn’t abide that. Lifting her shotgun, Jessica fired into the chandelier. Jessica buried her head into her jacket and protected her face. Glass shards rained down from the ceiling and pelted off her clothes and boots.
The hostess cowered, feeling at her sinking complexion. Her skin sagged and her hair’s shine dulled like yesterday’s beauty pageant queen. “What have you done!” She turned and ran toward the bar entrance, but Jessica grabbed her by the shoulder and tossed her against a wall.
The woman tumbled onto a sofa. Her fishnet stockings sagged around her ankles and the blue feathers she wore on her ass were now twisted and comical.
“Stay put,” Jessica said. “Or else you might get hurt.”
“Like it matters?” the woman cried. “After what you just did, nothing else matters!”
Her heart wasn’t exactly broken up about it, because it was shattered. Already destroyed. Jessica couldn’t think about Amanda or anything else. Just had to immerse herself in her work. Forget everything else for a little while and just focus on Duncan.
Duncan. Her heart sped up with anticipation as she stepped into the bar. “Get her!” Someone yelled. “Go get her, boy!”
Jessica tucked behind the wall as the fierce barking of hellhounds broke out. Figures, Jessica thought and aimed her gun. Two huge beasts lunged, dainty diamond collars around their necks as if they were nothing more than simple house pets. But their mouths snarled with fangs and globs of white saliva dripped from their tongues. There was nothing normal about their beady red eyes that glowed straight from the pit of Hell itself.
As one crossed over the entryway, Jessica fired into the hellhound’s skull. Brain matter flew out the back, as its body fell. Probably never even knew what hit him, but the next one snarled. Crouched on its hind legs it growled and sprung for Jessica’s face.
Backing up, Jessica fired, but the hellhound’s soaring body crashed into her and knocked her down. Winded, she rolled the dead mutt off of her and gazed into the bar. Demons and humans alike were watching her.
“You killed her pets! You killed the Mistress’s favorite toys!”
An old man with wrinkled skin grabbed Jessica and shook her back and forth. He must’ve been there awhile, considering the leather hot pants he wore, and there was a collar around his neck. Have some dignity, pal.
Jessica pushed him off, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “You need to pay for what you did!” He snarled and snapped his jaws at her face. Humanity? No, there was little of that left. Little to none.
She couldn’t stomach killing him, so Jessica hit him in the face with the butt of her gun. When he fell backward, Jessica tripped him. The fall knocked him unconscious, which was probably the luckiest thing that had happened to him all day.
Rising to her feet, Jessica gripped her shotgun and strolled into the bar. “Anyone else want to cross me? Anyone else want to try to stop me?”