Pathetic (adj.) – A succubus with
great shoes and no social life. See: Georgina Kincaid.
When it comes to jobs in hell, being a succubus seems pretty glamorous. A girl can be anything she wants. The wardrobe is killer, and mortal men will do anything just for a touch. Granted, they often pay with their souls, but why get technical?
But Seattle succubus Georgina Kincaid’s life is far less exotic. Her boss is a middle-management demon with a thing for John Cusack movies. Her immortal best friends haven’t stopped teasing her about the time she shape-shifted into the Demon Goddess get-up complete with whip and wings. And she can’t have a decent date without sucking away part of the guy’s life. At least there’s her day job at a local bookstore—free books, all the white chocolate mochas she can drink, and easy access to bestselling, sexy writer, Seth Mortensen, aka He Whom She Would Give Anything to Touch but Can’t.
But dreaming about Seth will have to wait. Something wicked is at work in Seattle’s demon underground. And for once, all of her hot charms and drop-dead one-liners won’t help because Georgina’s about to discover there are some creatures out there that both heaven and hell want to deny…
First of all, this was an e book I had. You know I don’t read e books. I can’t curl on the couch or get comfy in bed to read. I don’t have a lap top or an e reader, so I’m stuck reading e books on the computer. Not comfy.
I meant to read a chapter or two. Next thing I know I finished the book. I could not stop reading. My shoulders, neck and back hurt but it’s ok. I loved this book.
I loved Georgina. I loved her two suiters. Both were equally great guys and it was hard to figure out which one to root for. Loved her friends. Two which are vampires. I was laughing out loud at this scene:
“Well, you know how they’ve got those computer programs in salons that will show you what you’ll look like with different colors and cuts? I was thinking you could be like a living one. You could morph into me and show me what I’d look like with different hairstyles.”
Silence hung in the room for a full minute as Cody and I stared at him.
“Peter,” I told him at last, “that’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard.”
“I don’t know.” Cody scratched his chin. “For him, it’s not bad.”
“We have too many other issues to deal with right now,” I warned, having no patience to humor Peter with niceties. “I’m not wasting my energy on your vanity.”
“Come on,” pleaded Peter. “You’re still brimming from that good virgin guy. You can spare it.”
I shook my head, slinging my purse over one shoulder. “Succubus 101. The farther a transformation takes me from my natural form, the more energy it expends. Cross-gender changes are a pain in the ass; cross-species ones are even worse. Playing salon with you would burn through most of my stash, and I’ve got better things to waste it on.” I eyed him dangerously. “You need some serious counseling for body image and insecurity, my friend.”
Cody regarded me with new interest. “Cross-species? Could you, like, turn into a Gila monster or …or … a sand dollar or something?”
“Good night, boys. I’m out of here.”
As I departed, I could just barely hear Peter and Cody debating if it would take more energy for me to change into a really small mammal or a human-sized reptile.
This is a must read.