Ending on a hell of a high note
The eighth and FINAL installment of the Sinners & Saints series is now available on Kindle. This concludes a journey I began almost a decade ago, one I started almost entirely by accident. I’m wearing my Lucifer necklace today in honor of having finally stopped torturing the poor guy and completing his story.
My best friend and most faithful reader sent me a message after reaching the end of this book, demanding to know if the series was actually over. I’ve been asking myself the same thing since I completed the first draft. I’ve lived in the Sinners & Saints world since 2010—and as I said, it was an accident. The first book, Lost Wages of Sin, was originally designed as a stand-alone. I was stuck on Captive and going through one of those writing periods where I was wondering whether I’d ever write again. Being a child of Buffy had kept me grounded in the vampire side of all things PNR, but my religious studies background (academic and personal) whispered that I might leave vampires behind and explore something else. Something to get my creative juices flowing. I had no way of knowing then that I’d stumbled into a place I’d grow to love like I do, with characters who, among other things, allowed me to explore some of the harder questions I’ve wrestled with regarding my religious upbringing.
Even after I realized that Luxi, Ava’s sister, demanded her own book, I would only mentally commit to four books. My reasoning was this: the Sins were named after their Latinate counterparts. Avaritia (Ava) is Greed, Luxuria (Luxi) is Lust, Ira is Wrath, and Invidia (Invi) is Envy. The remaining Sins are Superbia (Pride), Gula (Gluttony), and Acedia (Sloth). I didn’t know how to make gluttony or sloth sexy, and Superbia had a terrible name. But I dug in, reevaluated, and discovered the answer lay within the traditional meanings of each Sin, rather than their modern definitions. And Superbia could have a nickname.
One thing never changed, even as the scope of the series did. I’d always planned on making Lucifer’s story the series epilogue.
Today, that epilogue is out. While very few things went as I originally planned, they definitely went the way they were meant to.
Until next time, be good to yourself and to somebody else.
The greatest lie the devil ever told was to himself.
The first time Lucifer fell in love, things ended badly. People were killed, lives were destroyed, and the world was nearly annihilated. Twice. Suffice to say, falling in love is a mistake he’s determined to never repeat.
Even with someone like Eden Greene—a human who, despite knowing his identity, is unimpressed, unafraid, and unwilling to cut him any slack. She makes him feel things he hasn’t in eons. Desperate to protect himself, Lucifer erases Eden’s memories of him and their time together before returning to Hell to lick his wounds.
Eight months later, his friend Jehovah still insists letting Eden go was foolish, and puts an unwitting Lucifer on a path that forces him back into Eden’s life. Only now, Lucifer finds he doesn’t want to walk away…and the more time they spend together, the harder he falls.
Lucifer knows he won’t be able to keep the truth from Eden for long, but there’s no good way to tell the woman he loves that he stole her memories. Especially knowing that returning those memories might be what finally makes Eden realize what it means to sleep with the devil.