Imp
11 primary works • 15 total works
Book .9
Halloween is all fun and games until you're summoned into a closet.
Forced to help two children rid their father of a murderous girlfriend to satisfy the terms of her summoning, Sam finds neither the girlfriend, or the father, are quite what they seem.
This short story was originally published in 2015 under the title Full Moon Mischief in the Nightshade anthology.
Book 1
Imps just wanna have fun.
All Samantha Martin wants to do is drink beer by the pool, play mischievous pranks on the humans, and get her hot neighbor in the sack—oh, and avoid the angels who won’t hesitate to execute her on sight.
But when her naughty hellhound lands her in trouble and she’s blackmailed into catching a killer, Sam finds herself in the crosshairs of the very beings that want her dead. Run to Hel and give up all the earthly pleasures she’s learned to love? Stay and face a certain death? Or use her impish wiles and hope to survive?
WARNING: This completed series has laugh-out loud antics, an OCD werewolf, and a sexy angel. Get ready to binge read!
Book 2
Demon brothers are a PITA
Especially when they make deals with other devils.
I’ve got one simple task to do. Retrieve an artifact from the vampires, turn it over to some butt-wipe of a demon, and I’ll save my brother Dar from centuries of enslavement and torture. Easy peasy, even for an imp from Hel, right? What could go wrong?
Everything, that’s what.
Book 3
This sword of destiny sucks.
Life used to be all about drinking beer, sunning by the pool, and getting it on with my hottie neighbor. But no more. Now my daily to-do list includes stupid things like:
Sleeping through these boring committee meetings with the angelic host.
Getting rid of my succubus house guest and her interesting “toys”.
Not getting killed by the hitmen that butt-wipe of a demon keeps sending after me.
Finding a monster baby for the elves, in hopes that they’ll help me with my demon hitmen problem.
And get rid of this damned sword that somehow thinks I’m destined to rule.
Book 4
For about five seconds, no one wanted me dead.
Then someone started killing angels, and I’m the prime suspect. Me. An imp. I’m lucky if I can kill a gnat, but somehow I end up accused of flying first-class all over the world and murdering these angels.
I need to find the real killer before the Ruling Council slaps a guilty verdict on me and locks me up in a heavenly jail for all of eternity. Good thing I’ve got a super-hot archangel on my side—one who loves me, even if he does think I’m destined to bring about the apocalypse.
Book 5
I might have to spend the rest of my life as pond scum.
Which is almost as bad as being dead, and not quite as bad as being banished to Hel possibly forever. But while I’m in Hel, I might as well cause some chaos—starting with getting the elves to free the changeling humans they’ve enslaved. And what better way to do that than starting a war?
But those pointy-eared jerks are the least of my problems. An ancient demon is holding me to the terms and conditions of a breeding contract I signed—and my serving one thousand years under his claw is truly the most terrifying thing in all of Hel.
Book 6
Leveling up bites.
As if I don’t have enough crap to do being the leader of Hel, I’ve been tricked into helping a pregnant woman who is fleeing an abusive relationship and carrying a very unusual baby. Of course, my hasty vow of assistance opens up a whole can of worms absolutely in keeping with my new Angel of Chaos status.
Add to that, the angels have finally opened their damned eyes and realized that the werewolves are descended from Nephilim. The only thing standing between them and annihilation is me—an angel from hell, and her scrappy group of unlikely allies.
Book 7
A gemstone might destroy the world before I get the chance to do it myself.
Interdimensional rifts are opening, spilling supernatural creatures into the world of the humans. Locating and closing the gateways takes two—an angel and a demon. It’s the opportunity I’ve been waiting for, the common goal that might allow demons and angels to put aside nearly three million years of hate.
But there’s a stolen gem I need to find to pay off a debt—a gem with a dark power that could shatter any hope of peace between heaven and hell.
I’ll have to decide where to focus my energies and choose who to trust, or a war will descend on us that rivals the one that originally split the angelic host.
Book 7.5
Book 8
The elves have a plan to save humanity…by enslaving them.
And the angels are too busy to intervene.
There’s a war in heaven and a petition to have me removed from the Ruling Council of angels. Sounds good to me, but if the rebels win then those I love will face exile and lose everything they’ve spent billions of years to build. I’ll need to rein in these psychotic elves and help restore the balance up above, because the fate of both heaven and earth are at stake, and apparently I’m the only one who can save them both.
Book 9
War kinda sucks.
The Fallen angels have awakened and are gathering their forces in preparation to launch an infernal attack on heaven. Well, the jokes on them, because there is no one left in heaven. Seems I’ve accidently banished all the angels, and the place is emptier than a booze bottle at closing time.
Sadly that hysterical bit of impish chaos needs to remain a secret, because if the angels discovered I was behind the banishment before I manage to get them back home, they’ll hunt me down and kill me, and all the archangels on the Ruling Council might not be enough to save me.
Book 10
Where’s the support group for demon parents?
Samael, the OG Satan who no one has seen in over two million years is supposedly roaming the world and killing angels, just like all those Elvis sightings. If Elvis was a murdering Fallen angel, that is. As the new-and-improved Satan, it’s my responsibility to track him down and bring him to justice.
I can’t even manage to keep my adopted infant angel from repeatedly killing his corporeal form, but somehow I’m supposed to get control of Hel and face down the Fallen archangel whose shoes I’m struggling to fill.
It’s going to be the shortest fight ever, but if I don’t win, it won’t just be my funeral. Samael has changed, and if he wins, the world under his iron fist will fall into chaos—the bad kind of chaos.
Book 10.5
Roped into being the Ruling Council's Christmas Ambassador, Sam finds herself more Santa than Satan at a slew of human social events, all while trying to score an impossible-to-get gift for Lux and plan the most amazing Christmas celebration any imp has ever thrown.
Book 11
Bring on the shots and the strippers!
I’m the ruler of Hel as well as a demon-controlled section of North America, elven labor relations, and a bachelorette party.
The bachelorette party thing is kinda cool, but the bridesmaid dress I’m being forced to wear isn’t, and neither is the fact that Gabe is going to be the one walking me down the aisle. If we make it to the altar without either of us killing the other or being struck by divine lighting, it’ll be a damned miracle.
Worse, my adopted angel, Lux, has misunderstood his duties in the upcoming nuptials and this isn’t a problem I can brush under the rug.
Uriel has awoken into a nightmare, unable to remember who or what she is. She and eight other women are captives of human traffickers, to be prettied-up and sold to the highest bidder. Besides the guards, there’s a woman, a demon, who is supposed to make each of them gorgeous, and provide a sexually charged atmosphere at the auction.
They’ve got five days to escape. Five days for Uriel to save these women—and five days for her to save the demon she’s beginning to think is just as much of a captive as they are.
Because saving them all is the only way she can atone for…something‑ atone, and win forgiveness for a past she can’t remember.