Practical Hexes
Never in my thirty years did I think my new normal would be a gig as a soul collector's assistant—slave really—where I help stockpile souls from the miserable mortals who....
Never in my thirty years did I think my new normal would be a gig as a soul collector's assistant—slave really—where I help stockpile souls from the miserable mortals who sell them to him. The demon thinks he can control me, but I plan on doing things differently . . . my way. But we all know it's never that easy or that simple, especially in my life.Surprisingly, things get off to a good start. Who am I kidding? The job doesn't pan out to be what I first thought. It's worse. Way worse. And before I know it, I'm in hot water with no easy way out.If that isn't bad enough, the soul collector is hiding something from me that could make or break the deal I made with him. Something, if found out, that could change everything . . .It's time to yank up my big girl panties, chuck down some wine, and do things my way. If it doesn't kill me first.
