I want to thank Natashya Wilson and the amazing team at Inkyard Press for being as excited as me to dive back into the world of demons and gargoyles and angels. Thank you to my agent Kevan Lyon, who helped make this series possible, to my publicist Kristin Dwyer for going above and beyond the call of duty and to Stephanie Brown for making sure I’m actually getting writing done. Thank you to Jen Fisher, who read the original version of this and didn’t kill me. Thank you to Malissa Coy, Hannah McBride, Val, Jessica, Krista, Katie, Happy, Sarah, Jessica Bird (who just really loves my puppy), Mike, KA, Liz, Jillian, Lesa, Drew, Wendy, Corrine, Tijan and many, many amazing authors whose books I’ve read and loved.

A special thanks to all the Stormies who blew me away with the Can You Still See the Stars at Night? campaign to raise awareness about retinitis pigmentosa. I am incredibly honored to have such a thoughtful, awe-inspiring group of readers. You all blew me away, and I will forever be grateful and humbled.

Thank you to the JLAnders for being your fun, llama-loving selves, and to every reader who has picked up this book. You are the reason I’m able to write and tell these stories.

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Excerpt from White Hot Kiss by Jennifer L. Armentrout

White Hot Kiss

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

1

There was a demon in McDonald’s.

And it had a powerful hunger for Big Macs.

Most days, I loved my after-school job. Tagging the soulless and the damned usually gave me a mad case of the warm fuzzies. I’d even given myself a quota out of boredom, but tonight was different.

I had a paper to outline for AP English.

“Are you gonna eat those fries?” Sam asked as he grabbed a handful off my tray. His curly brown hair fell over his wire-frame glasses. “Thanks.”

“Just don’t take her sweet tea.” Stacey slapped Sam’s arm and several fries fell to the floor. “You’ll lose your entire arm.”

I stopped tapping my foot, but kept my eye on the interloper. I don’t know what it was with demons and the Golden Arches, but man, they loved the place. “Ha-ha.”

“Who do you keep staring at, Layla?” Stacey twisted in the booth, looking around the crowded fast-food joint. “Is it a hot guy? If so, you better—Oh. Wow. Who goes out in public dressed like that?”

“What?” Sam turned, too. “Aw, come on, Stacey. Who cares? Not everyone wears knockoff Prada like you.”