Soul Ink
J. C. Nelson
Language: English
Pages: 97
ISBN: B00P891ED0
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
As the right hand woman at the Fairy Godfather’s Grimm Agency, Marissa Locks has a grip on all things magical. If only she could get control of her own not-so-charmed life…
For most people, waking up after a night of partying next to a dragon, sporting a tattoo with a mind of its own, would be a new low. For Marissa, only the tattoo is new—and, unfortunately, it’s not the weirdest part of her day. The Agency has been called in to stop a string of messy murders, a problem that’s turning into a disaster of biblical proportions, and Marissa’s been assigned to the case.
One of the archangels from Paradisia is attempting to switch teams, and he’s willing to use as many souls as it takes to pay his way. With Grimm contractually bound to clean up the chaos, Marissa must find a way to keep the former cherub from completing his rampage. But between fighting an angel gone bad and battling the magical compulsions of her new Fae tattoo, Marissa’s definitely facing the worst hangover in history…
Includes a preview of the Grimm Agency novel, Armageddon Rules.
J. C. Nelson is the author of the Grimm Agency novels, including Free Agent and Armaggedon Rules. A software developer and ex-beekeeper, J. C. lives in the Pacific Northwest with family and a few chickens.
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mirror above the fireplace, glaring at me over black-rimmed glasses. As always, his charcoal silk suit appeared flawlessly pressed. Only his eyes gave away anger or concern. “My dear, while you are welcome to personal days, I would appreciate being notified. What’s the point of owning a magic bracelet or a cell phone if you can’t be bothered to use either?” I sat down at my bar and poured a bowl of cereal. “Sorry. I was celebrating, and I’m fairly certain someone spiked my punch.” Grimm sighed.
should have been my crowning moment, but now, I have a better idea.” “Master.” The old man looked up and nearly whispered, “I beg this honor of you.” “Yes,” said Haniel. “You do. These women, they want to save you from me. Do you want them to?” For a moment, the man’s gaze flicked to us, and a look of ethereal horror stole across his face. “No, my master. I wish only to serve.” “Then it is done,” said the demon. I hadn’t seen one before, but I couldn’t mistake it for anything else. Ari
flickered in my mirror. “I was wondering if this might meet your qualifications for fun. You should be aware, those serpentine creatures on the far side are ice drakes. You should avoid direct contact, or, in fact, any form of contact.” I’d never looked them up in the Beast Lexicon, but the ice drakes resembled silver anacondas with stumpy legs. Frost formed on the rocks around them. Liam wasn’t used to encountering anything that could harm him. While it was true that having the flu nearly
tan, except for the wide swath of gray on his back, and he sank back to the pillow, no longer wracked by shivers. And I waited through the night. • • • It took three days for Liam to wake up fully. Another two days before he felt like telling me what happened outside. That he’d killed one ice drake and mutilated another, but only after taking several direct blasts from their arctic breath. A true dragon, a cold-blooded creature, would have died on the spot, but Liam’s human side saved him.
table. The moment my hands touched it, the illusion faded, and I held a silver candlestick. Once used for ornate services, the silver plating had faded to black, but it had exactly what I needed: weight. With a swing that would have earned me a home run, I smashed my cherub speed-ball into a line drive straight into the wall. A burst of pain heralded my tattoo helping out, which was unfortunate, but not avoidable. Another cherub screamed, but this time, I knew the rules of the game and was
