It was supposed to be a dead week. For this mysterious hitman, things just couldn't be that damn easy. The sharp-tongued soul-stealing assassin plods through life with reckless abandon - until he finds a purpose. Until Sarah Brecker.When the contract on her life goes unfilled, all Hell breaks loose (literally). Forced to work together, they must dodge ruthless mobsters and a variety of demons to buy enough time for Sarah. Evading ambushes proves much easier than eluding that damn dull ache in his chest. Throughout their journey, his devilish exterior softens then rebounds as he catches himself showing signs of weakness. His quick non-PC wit is only matched by the rapid-fire succession of clashes with their attackers. It gradually becomes evident that maybe there's more than just Sarah's soul at stake. If you're up for another run of the mill foul-mouthed supernatural assassin can't bring himself to kill his lust/love interest and can't get enough whiskey, Marlboro reds and bacon-wrapped jalapeno poppers, then this is the book for you. Try it, and you'll never look at a vodka martini the same again.
