Hell's Bells (Welcome to Hell #6)
By Eve Langlais
201 pages
Published
June 30th 2016
by Eve Langlais
Genre: Paranormal/Demon/ Humorous Romance
The Welcome to Hell series
(is best read in order for full enjoyment of
Lucifer and his ongoing matchmaking attempts)
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Man this is the
book I have been waiting for. And Oh My
F**king God it was just wow! I mean I
really can’t say much
more than that. But I am going to try. I have to confess
my
hubby kicked me out of the room while I was reading this.
I just could not
keep quite while I read this. I was either
laughing my ass of or cursing at the
book. Have to say it was
one hell of a
ride. (Pun intended) We have seen Lucifer
match all these couples, and he says
it is for the coming war.
He’s just building up his army. And all this from a demon
that
ripped his heart out. Just to keep it safe. Now poor Gaia is at
a loss as
to what to do, even the infamous Nefertiti is out of
things to try. But
when they find the cause Gaia knows what
has to be done they have to go on a
quest, and she knows
just the demons to help her. As we go we get glimpses of
the
real Lucifer still in there. And no matter what she tries she
cannot seem
to bring him out. No one touches his wench.
And lately that is luc too. What
will it take for Luc to come
roaring Back? Well you’ll have to read the book to
see how
it all ends. Oh and one more hint you will know when
it happens when
the Duckies have horns again.
Now before I ruin
this for you I will leave off here. I
hope you
enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this book,
please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like it
when you do; they
value your opinions too.
A catastrophe has befallen Hell. The great and mighty Lucifer
has fallen prey to the most wicked of spells.
He’s become…nice.
Just using that word makes Gaia want to gag. The demon
Just using that word makes Gaia want to gag. The demon
she fell in love with is not some pushover, polite, candy-ass,
nice guy. She wants her big, bad Lord of Sin back.
Can she, along with the minions of Hell, find a way to break
Can she, along with the minions of Hell, find a way to break
the curse? And will they do it in time to celebrate
the wedding from Hell?
Chapter One
@GaiaLuc4ever: Hiding in the garden. This is not a game. HE is on the loose. #evilspellssuck
“I know you’re hiding,” he sang. The melodic taunt echoed all around
her. “There you go, playing games again. But I will find you. I always find you.”The scary yodel invaded the sanctity of her garden, and Gaia couldn’t help but tremble. Please don’t let him find me.
She hunched lower in the hopes of blending into the foliage. She held her breath, closed her eyes, and prayed—to herself. Go, go, earth magic.
The garden, with its chlorophyllic sense of humor, thought it funny to betray her. Branches rustled as they parted.
“There you are!” The exuberant exclamation had her prying one eye open. She almost lost it at the brightness of his Hawaiian shirt. “I found you, my darling snookums. Such a playful girl you are.” Lucifer wagged a finger at her. Wagged it while smiling.
Wrong. So wrong—sob—and she couldn’t handle it anymore. She’d reached the point she would have given anything—even the rights to some lumber crews to mow down a few forests mortal side—for a scowl from Lucifer. Some sign that the evil overlord she’d fallen in love with still resided somewhere inside that delicious body.
And she did mean delicious. Not just to eat, though, even if she did enjoy doing that too. Standing a few inches over six feet, with perfectly cut dark hair, a chiseled physique, and deep, dark eyes to make her swoon, her lover and fiancé had shed all the glamor spells hiding his true self. No longer did he hide his grandeur behind a mask, a mask he lost when Ursula cursed him with being nice.
Ugh. The horror of it. Who wanted a nice guy? Certainly not Gaia. Part of her reason for loving the big, bad demon was his totally alpha a-hole personality. But that bold and outspoken demon was gone, replaced with this candy-assed polite idiot who didn’t even attempt to raspberry her breasts, even though she wore her best push-up bra.
That’s just wrong! My girls need attention. I need attention. There had to be a way to fix her demon lover.
She’d already tried slapping and screaming at Lucifer. He’d just turned the other cheek!
Since when did the Lord of Sin forgive?
She tried seduction, splaying herself in lingerie upon his massive bed. He showed her respect and offered to sleep in the guest bedroom.
Attempts to just plain ignore him resulted in him bringing her candy and potted plants.
Potted. Plants.
Not cut from-the-vine or stem blooms. This new polite version of Lucifer refused to kill plants.
What a wuss. And he was all hers. Could she get a resounding ugh?
“Let me help you up.” He offered her a gentlemanly hand to stand from the bushes she crouched in. With a heavy sigh, she took it, and he hauled her to her feet with a strength he kept restrained. The old Lucifer would have yanked her off balance and made sure she fell against his hard body. Then groped her.
This one set her politely aside—without a single indiscreet touch—and asked, “How is my darling snuggle muffin today?”
“Thinking of jabbing sharp sticks in my ears.” So she didn’t have to listen to the syrupy nonsense spewing from his mouth.
“Why do something so painful when, instead, you can partake of culinary delights? You must have forgotten, my sweet cupcake. We have the cake tasting today. A perfect wedding isn’t complete without the perfect cake.” The bright shine of his teeth in the stretched grin held a hint of madness.
At least she thought so. Lucifer’s face wasn’t made for pleasant grins. Smoldering looks, scowls and wicked intention, yes! Sweet and inviting? No. Just no. It was so utterly wrong.
“Can’t we just get your palace chefs to whip something together?”
He clasped his chest—a wasted move since Lucifer didn’t have a heart. Hadn’t in ages, having hidden it a long time ago. “Perish the thought. I want nothing but the best for my pumpkin-spiced latte delight on her special day. A day that is getting close. Just think, my delicate flower, soon we’ll be together. Forever.”
Cue the ominous music. Why did he have to remind her? Bad enough she didn’t know how to get through the next hour with the torture he promised. She refused to imagine a lifetime with this candy ass.
Luc, oh Luc, where are you? Not in this body, that was for sure. “I don’t want to taste any cakes. I hate cake.” She preferred flaky pastries with whipped cream and fresh fruit.
“Hate cake? How is that possible?” he said with dramatic flair and not a hint of sarcasm. “I love cake. It’s my absolute favorite, especially when smothered in buttercream icing.” He licked his lips and rubbed his belly.
How sad his declaration made her, sad because, until the ill-fated engagement party, his favorite dessert had been pie, her pie to be exact, which he claimed tasted like cinnamon and apples.
How Gaia missed the way Lucifer ate her pie. The new Mr. Manners hadn’t touched her since their party, claiming he was saving himself for their wedding night. Here she dated the biggest manwhore in all of Hell, and she couldn’t get any action. Meanwhile, she was out of fresh and firm cucumbers.
Don’t judge. Organic was all the craze these days, plus she was allergic to most rubbers and latex.
“Shall we, my darling?” Lucifer gestured grandly at the portal he called, a swirling mass of colors, a new addition since he claimed the dreary black version of before lacked invitation.
She let loose another heavy sigh as she let him grasp her hand. “Coming, Luc.” And not in a way that would cause earthquakes and tsunamis.
#thinkingoftryingazucchini
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~ A New York Times & USA Today Bestselle ~ #1 Amazon Paranormal Romance Bestselling Author
~ Top 10 AllRomance Bestselling Author 2013
Hello, my name is Eve. I’m a stay at home mom who writes
full time in betweenjuggling my three kids, hubby, and
housework, I write really raunchy stuff–usually with
werewolves lol.
I am a bestselling Amazon author, ranking often in their top
100 romance authors. But I’m not just popular with Kindle
readers. I was one of the top ten selling authors on
AllRomance for 2013 and have had numerous of my books
hit the top 20 books over all on Barnes & Nobles as well.
hit the top 20 books over all on Barnes & Nobles as well.
I am the first person to admit I am totally boring and lead
a mundane life. Seriously. My idea of fun is shopping at our
local Walmart lol. I like to play video games, cook, and read.
My inspiration, hmm, I guess you could say hubby as he is
a total alpha male which means I often want to club him over
head with a frying pan. But, despite his ornery, ‘I-am-man’
nature, I love him dearly.
I’m writing romance, my way. I do have a twisted imagination
and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose
in my writing. I like strong alpha males, naked chests and
werewolves. Lots of werewolves. In fact, you’ll notice
most of my multi partner stories revolve around great, big,
overprotective Lycans who just want to please their woman.
I am also extremely partial to aliens, you know the kind who abduct their
woman and then drive them insane…with pleasure of course.
My heroines, they kind of run the gamut. I have some that
are shy and soft spoken, others that will kick a man in the balls and laugh.
Many of them are
chubby, because in my world, girls with curves ROCK! Oh
and some of my heroines are a teeny tiny bit evil, but in their
defense, they need love too.Some of my work does push
boundaries and cross lines. Good and evil aren’t always clear
in my tales, and in some cases, I’ve stomped on well known
religious ideologies. Have I mentioned my imagination is
a tad bit warped?I tend to have a lot of sexual tension in my
tales because I think all torrid love affairs start with a tingle in
our tummies. And when my characters do finally give in to
the needs of their flesh? Well, let’s just say, you shouldn’t be reading
my stuff at work. The door is wide open, explicit and hot.
Really, really hot. I love to write, and while I don’t always
know what my mind is going to come
up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous
and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.
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