Authors Bio: Moira Keith is a lover of shoes, a connoisseur of Guinness, baker of cocktail themed cupcakes, and an overall complete mess! She is also a proud Texan by birth (and true Southern girl at heart). Moira lives in the city of neon with her twin zombie sons, a fish, three parakeets, and a turtle. Do you have a tag line: Where there’s magic…mayhem will follow. http://moirakeith.com/ https://twitter.com/moirakeith https://www.facebook.com/authormoirakeith
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Excerpt: So a little background to this scene. Jayde is a reaper and she's not all too fond of her job, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. This gives you a little glimpse into her world. While he was preoccupied, I glanced around at the other patrons. They all appeared focused on their meals, or their dates. I reached over, flipped open the ring, and let the liquid pour into the glass of scotch sitting on the table. With a flick of my finger, the ring snapped shut and I pulled away from the man at my side. “How about a toast?” “What should we toast to? Your beauty?” He winked at me. “Getting lucky.” Not in a million years. “Survival.” I raised my glass. “Odd thing to toast to.” “Why is it odd?” I studied him for a moment and when he didn’t respond, I continued. “I learned a long time ago the will to survive drives people. It’s what drives you.” “And you,” he said as he took a healthy swig of his scotch. “It’s one of the things that draws me to you.” “Then I’m sure you will understand.” I watched over the rim of my glass as I took another sip and his face quickly began to turn shades of red and purple. “What have you done?” He managed to choke out the words. “What was necessary to survive.” I leaned in close and whispered against his ear. “Azrael's expecting you.” Marco's eyes widened and he gasped for air. Before anyone noticed their beloved boss was choking, I grabbed my purse and slid out from the seat. I walked away, but not fast enough to avoid hearing Marco struggling to catch his breath and the commotion behind me as people rushed to his aid. There would be no saving him. Once a name landed in the hands of a reaper, there were only three things that could stop the order from being carried out—a mortal willing to make a deal on their behalf, the demon in charge of the assignment, or the reaper themselves.
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