All Roads Leads to Hell Blog Tour.

 
10 Fun Facts
1.My boys tease that my name is “Grace” because I tend to trip going up the stairs, rather than down

2. My oldest jokes that I should stay a blonde, so I’ll have something to blame my “blonde moments” on. Jokes on him, I went back to red just before Christmas

3. I’ve gotta have my nectar of the gods--coffee--before I can function or interact civilly with anyone

4. I’m obsessed with the television show Supernatural and my son and I will carry on a conversation with Dean Winchester Quotes! My youngest son hates it! LOL

5. All I’ve asked Santa to bring me for Christmas the last 5 years is Dean Winchester. So far, my wish hasn’t been granted…yes, Santa is evil!! ;-)

6. I collect skulls and crosses. Weird combo, huh?

7. My favorite thing to do is…write! My world is perfect when I’m writing and if I go too long on a writing dry spell, I get moody and a touch depressed.

8. The name of my muse is Dom because he likes to dominate every facet of my writing and he always gets his way. He’s a but smug about his victory over me.

9. When I write my favorite junk food is rainbow chip icing straight from the tub. I don’t indulge in it often, but I formed this bad habit as a teenager--yeah, when I could afford the calories!

10. I’m a HUGE Alabama college football fan. ROLL TIDE ROLL!!

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Victory is hollow when fate maneuvers one as a pawn.

Madison’s mission is complete. Nix is rescued from Hell and her son safe from his dark destiny. But as she rests in the safe harbor of Nix’s love, her demonic husband warns of a murderous plot. Can she trust that it’s the truth and not another scheme to claim her for Hell’s throne?

Sometimes internal conflict can house our biggest demons.

With allies divided and prophecy heralding defeat, Madison gambles on Micah’s tenuous honor to keep their son protected. Torn between her heart’s desires and her dark requirements, Madison worries her hellish fate cannot be avoided. When betrayal comes from an unlikely direction, all their futures may be damned. In the darkest hour of Madison’s life, an undeniable providence will transpire. Who can she trust? And how far will she fall to defeat her foes?

Amid the rubble of defeat, will Hell’s Genesis Queen dawn?

Excerpt: 
"I like the way you move, kitten."

She took a deep breath, like she needed the extra oxygen to deal with him. "Did you square away angels in Hell?"

"Yes." Details weren't necessary when they both knew he'd instituted a brutal torture regimen for all of them. "Dance with me?"

"To this music?"

"You didn't appear to be having any problem." He held his hand out toward her.

She stared at his palm. Her expression was reminiscent of an individual confident seeling their soul was a reckless choice but entering the deal anyway.

"I don't bite."

Her gaze felt like an impact against his. "You did in Hell."

 He wrangled the grin under control. "Then I won't bite."

"I don't think it's a good idea Micah."

"Why?"

 A casual shrug when nothing about her body language suggested she felt relaxed. She crossed her arms beneath her breats. "Nix says my idea of dancing is sex with clothes on. He couldn't tolerate it and if he couldn't..." She trailed off and gaped at him as if she'd just realized she'd been about to insult him.

Micah grinned. "I haven't lived as long as I have without executing restraint." He stepped closer to her. "I've controlled myself with you more than any other." Because she is my women and deserves my respect.

Madison allowed him to pull her arms free of their defensive fold. Holding her gaze, Micah coaxed her into his embrace...left hip to left hip, his leg thrusting between her knees, gliding upward and parting her thighs.

She bit her bottom lip. Her breathing grew shallow. The heavy beat of the music thumped around them. His pulse throbbed faster.

Hell's delights, she felt fantastic against him.

"Relax," he said when she remained inflexible. A soft wind would break one of her bones. "I only want to dance with you." Like when they'd been married, just a different manner of movement. This one more intimate than what they normally partook.

Her focus locked on his jaw, and she sharply inhaled when he slid his palm down her back and settled on her hips. He executed his first moves and she followed. As if magnetized, they gyrated in perfect synchronicity.





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