It’s a helluva job, but someone has to do it, and for Rhune, it’s a small price to pay for his past sins. He’s taken a new name and a somewhat normal life. Except at night, when he transforms into a Hellhound to take souls to the city of the dead for purgatories legions to deliver them to Hell where they belong. For fifteen centuries he’s lived in happy solitude, until a paralegal, with the most amazing eyes, rear ends him in the small town of Rio Morden. He’s seen those eyes before, but it’s been years since the last time. Now she’s all grown up and involved in a murder trial that has its sights set on her becoming its next victim. What’s a Hellhound to do? Surely not fall in love—and certainly not with a Dreamwalker.
Hanna Carmichael is a clinically diagnosed insomniac. Her life sucks, but what’s a girl to do? The long hours and sleepless nights working as a paralegal for Cordelle’s District Attorney’s Office is perfect for her condition. And with the high profile Drysdale murder trial coming up, she’s busy. Just the way she likes it. When her boss, Stanley Winford, orders her to drive out to Rio Morden to take an important witness statement, she can’t say no. She hopes the trip turns into a mini-vacation of sorts, but that’s not the way life goes for her. Not ten minutes after she arrives, she’s involved in a fender-bender with a tow-truck driver, who’s so damn hot—literally—she can barely look at him.
When Hanna is attacked in the alley by none other than the man she’d interviewed that afternoon, to her horror, something else is in the alley with them—something big, stinking of brimstone, and of the canine persuasion. Before her eyes, the witness is devoured by the very monster she’s dreamed about her entire life, and the reason why she’s always so terrified to fall asleep.
Suddenly, Rhune is there, minus his tow truck. Hanna discovers a kind and gentle man, even if he has strange red flecks in his eyes. Better yet, he believes that what she saw in the alley is real. There’s something oddly familiar about him though. And why is he so warm and smells like melting chocolate?
Mix in a diabolical lawyer and his lover, some Voodoo magic, and it’s a recipe for mayhem and murder. Can Rhune keep Hanna safe, or is she destined to be Hellhound Bound?
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