LOGINKat Donovan is at the lowest point of her life: she didn't get her promotion, she's never dated a decent man ever, and she's pretty sure she just spent a few thousand bucks drowning her sorrows in a Vegas strip club. The cherry on top? It's also the last day of her life. Death's at her door, figuratively and literally. One of Hell's Punishers is coming to take her away, to an afterlife full of torture and torment. But of course, with the help of some miracles and her ever-steady fighting spirit, she manages to escape its sneaky clutches. And that's how Kat discovers that the Punisher is not anywhere close to what she thought it is. First off, the Punisher is actually the most drop-dead gorgeous guy Kat's ever seen. Two, the 'miracles' that saved her life are not miracles, but clues to the mystery of her origin, to which the Punisher holds the answers. Three, due to some unfortunate events, their paths are now intertwined—for better and (mostly) for worse. And four, their wacky adventures might just open the secrets of life, the wonders of existence, and the possibilities of love....
View MoreKat never thought she'd consider the scrape of the gritty carpet a welcome sensation, but here she was now, thanking all the deities she could name.The carpet meant home. It meant she succeeded.With a thud, she and Calix landed right into apartment B3, crumpling down on the hallway like a pair of marionettes whose strings were snipped off. She fell on her knees, him right on his face. The door didn't close by itself, but one wary look from her confirmed that the weird room was well away now. Staring back at her was her parents' bedroom, dark and unbelievably dusty but otherwise normal. No gold, no candles, no antique tables, no non-red schnitzel Demons.Right now she couldn't decide what surprised her more: the revelation about the existence of Hell and its creatures, or the fact that she just saved herself from both.Either way, she felt numb all over. She stayed on the same spot where she landed, still on all fours, her slack face bathed with the dim
Kat's go-to principle in life is to keep fighting. Keep struggling. She always told herself that if she'd go down, she'd go down swinging.She tried to stay true to that now, with the blade of Calix's spear pointed dangerously at her throat. Her eyes were flitting around the room in a frantic search for something to save herself with, but there was nothing.Calix felt her need, her fear, but forced himself to hold his position. He didn't want to care. He shouldn't. He was bound by duty, not compassion and kindness. Sure, the thought of taking a life this way went against all his morals, but he couldn't really back out now, could he? The mortal woman in front of him was dangerous. She was unstable. That would be what he'd hold onto and console himself with. It was his existence on the line here too. If he couldn't finish the job, he would be ridiculed for millennia, punished like a mere mortal.I have been entrusted with this, he told himself again as he st
"I am Calix." The man rose from the couch. "There is no use for stealth and subtlety now, so I will not bother with it anymore. Today is the last day of your life, and I have come to take you to the Underworld. To Hell, to be precise."Kat gaped at him, but she studiously avoided looking directly in his eyes. The light slanting through the curtains graced his outline and bounced off the black metal mask in his hand. Every plane and contour of his perfect face was emphasized, making him appear more lifelike than ever. Seeing him like that stirred something inside her. For the first time today, she felt like she was finally arriving at something.Meanwhile, the man—Calix, apparently—was regarding her with narrowed eyes. "Let me tell you in advance that negotiation is not an option. You will, however, stand trial before having your punishment decided." He paused, holding out his hand. "Now come with me. Your death is a couple of hours late, and it would be bes
"Your death is overdue," Mr. Michaels recited as he reached for her. "Hell is waiting for you, Katalina Donovan."Kat couldn't be more perplexed, but she also couldn't be more pressured. Because of this, sharp instincts she didn't know she possessed had taken over her body. Instead of screaming (which was her go-to response to dangerous situations), she grabbed her rock-hard pillow, slapped Mr. Michaels across the face with it, and lobbed it at his crotch as an extra measure.For such simple actions, the effects were quite complex. And instantaneous.Mr. Michaels, upon contact with the stiff-ass pillow, snapped back to his senses. He froze once more in a robotic manner, but emotions started to come back to his face. From bewildered to suspicious to stunned. He stared at his outstretched hands, then at Kat. "Why am I standing? Why are you moving away from me?"A wince suddenly crumpled his features. Perhaps he finally felt the crotch shot.Kat didn'