Hell Becomes Her Re-Cover

We’re doing this a day early. We finished the re-cover for HELL BECOMES HER a few hours ago, and I just couldn’t wait to share it with everyone.

Here’s a brief teaser for the book, and then the new cover:

Del turned around and a cowboy, complete with boots and hat, carrying two longneck bottles of beer, stopped short in front of her and cut off her retreat. His blue eyes sparkled as he grinned a set of perfect teeth at her. He used one of the bottles to push the brim of his hat up a little higher, as if he’d made an important discovery and had to see it better.

“Well hello, little thing,” the cowboy said, “I’ve been looking for a pretty face to share one of these with.”

“Tried your horse?” Del asked. She didn’t wait for his response. She ducked around him and started to move to Marrin.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Miss Witty,” the cowboy said. One of the beer bottles fell to the floor next to Del’s foot, and he placed a heavy hand on Del’s shoulder. His grip was entirely too strong for a mortal.

“Marrin!” Del shouted. Marrin started to move toward her. “Time to go!”

Marrin nodded, reached inside his jacket, and produced a Mateba. Del grabbed the cowboy’s hand with both of hers, forced it from her shoulder, and spun at the same time. The other bottle of beer fell to the carpeted floor as Del forced the cowboy’s arm into a hammerlock behind his back. She shoved him into one of the electronic poker machines. With the cowboy dealt with, the second man headed directly toward her.

“Damn,” Del swore.

The cowboy moved in her grip. He pressed his free hand against the bank of computer poker games and shoved back against Del. He almost broke her hold. That would have meant nothing for a mortal woman, but for Del, a Nephilim with divine blood flowing through her, it should have been impossible. She took a slightly wider stance, grabbed the cowboy by the back of his head and slammed him face-first into the electronic game. The glass tube cracked and went dark. The cowboy dropped to the floor. There was a scream close by. Del turned toward what she thought was the exit and saw Marrin level his very big handgun in her direction.

“Hold it right there,” a voice said behind her.

“Put your gun away,” Marrin yelled as he advanced, his Mateba leading the way. “Put it away!”

Del turned to see the man, a triplet to the two front door bouncers, holding a handgun as if he knew how to use it. This was going to escalate quickly. She started to reach for her own weapon.

Say what again.

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