Princess of Hell

It drives my dad nuts I'm such a goody two shoes, but the fact that I'm a virgin makes smoke pour from his ears. Literally. See, I'm determined to save myself for love, but daddy dear, more commonly known as Lucifer, just wants me to stop being an embarrassment. Maybe he'll get his wish because I met a hunk in my bar. We're talking serious sex on a stick-or so my sister Bambi likes to say. Could he be the one? My last boyfriend thought he'd gain infamy by killing me. He's infamous all right. Dad had him mounted on the wall surrounding his palace, his version of modern art titled, Touch my baby girl and die. Cute in a twisted way. But my love life isn't the only thing bothering me. There's someone threatening the denizens of Hell, and while my daddy says to not worry my pretty little head about it, I can't help but get drawn into the fight because whoever is behind the attacks keeps coming after me. Bring it. I'm not afraid to protect myself because being a princess of Hell means that sometimes I have to grab a demon by the horns and slap it around a bit. Nothing in my life is ever simple, and I blame that on my dad, Lucifer. Assassination attempts, hellhounds, and a rebellion in Hell. A piece of cake compared to the turmoil in my heart. No one ever told me love would be the toughest battle of all.

Some people collect seashells at the beach. Not Muriel. She picked up another man. A merman...Juggling a happily ever after is harder than it looks especially when it involves a fallen angel who is my soul mate, a hunky cat shifter, who stole my heart and a darkly delicious vampire who is like that piece of forbidden chocolate you just can't resist. Add in a precocious little girl, who is totally spoiled rotten-not surprising given nana and poppa were Mother Earth and the Devil-and my life was a never ending series of dramas, foot stomping, yelling and tears. By me. I never knew being a grown up could be so much damned work which is why I decided we needed a vacation. But of course, being Lucifer's daughter, that didn't turn out as expected. Now I've got to figure out if my bathtub is big enough for a hunky merman-and is there room in my heart for one more?