Release Day & Review: Z (A Demonica Underworld Novella) by Larissa Ione
About Z:
Zhubaal, fallen angel assistant to the Grim Reaper, has spent decades searching for the angel he loved and lost nearly a century ago. Not even her death can keep him from trying to find her, not when he knows she’s been given a second chance at life in a new body. But as time passes, he’s losing hope, and he wonders how much longer he can hold to the oath he swore to her so long ago… As an emim, the wingless offspring of two fallen angels, Vex has always felt like a second-class citizen. But if she manages to secure a deal with the Grim Reaper — by any means necessary — she will have earned her place in the world. The only obstacle in the way of her plan is a sexy hardass called Z, who seems determined to thwart her at every turn. Soon it becomes clear that they have a powerful connection rooted in the past…but can any vow stand the test of time?
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Sara's Review
Four Boundless Stars
Let me start of by saying, please please please make a story about Jim Bob. Only Larissa Ione can have a story where she has two angels named Jim Bob and Ricky Bobby! I Died! Oh and Jim Bob is a BAD ASS! OMG! Anyways, moving on...
I’m not sure how many books ago we met Zhubaal, or Z, but it was a while back; he is the fallen angel who has been searching for his soul mate ever since her fall from grace. I mean, this guy left heaven to come find her. He has waited for her, saved himself; yep, and I do mean SAVED himself for his true love, for his soul mate, he soul bonded with before she died.
Then there is Vex; a daemanis that attracts any demon soul that dies, and they stick to her like glue. She is currently carrying five hitchhiker souls; including one very malevolent soul, she needs to offload. The only place to do that is with the Grim Reaper, who happens to be Z’s boss.
Z is immediately drawn to Vex, in a way that threatens to break his years of celibacy. It can mean only one thing; one of the souls Vex is caring has to be his long lost love. He is so ecstatic, he has finally found her; yet, all isn’t as it appears and releasing the souls Vex carries is going to be much harder than anyone dreamed. Both, Vex and Z are tested to their breaking points.
Great addition to the Demonica world; it’s sarcastic, funny, super exciting, and I LOVED Vex. She is one of those kick ass, bad ass female I love so much. Also, you cannot beat a virgin hero. I mean it’s awesome!
EXCERPT:
Inside Sheoul, the demon realm sometimes called Hell, evil was everywhere.
It dripped off the sides of the sheer rock walls in streaks of black acid that ate into the stone with a hiss. It wafted through the humid air on tendrils of mist that reeked of sulfur and decaying flesh. And, as Vex watched, it oozed like toothpaste from out of a fissure in midair that only people like her could see.
Her purple-tipped black hair, already short and spiky, stood even more on end as the thing squeezing out of the fissure, a dead demon’s soul, popped free of whatever realm and mystical enclosure it had been inside. The toothpastey glob took a transparent, vaguely humanoid shape, but its glowing crimson eyes were sharp and clear. A malevolent wave of rage and hate rolled off the soul, and Vex backed away, even though escape was impossible for her.
She was what her parents had called a daemani, a demon soul magnet, a person to whom souls stuck like glue. According to them, most daemanis couldn’t prevent it from happening, and that was a serious pain in the ass. If a demon died near Vex, not even the Grim Reaper’s personal daemanis, creatures called griminions, had a chance to collect the soul before it got sucked into her and stored as a glyph on her skin.
The demon shrieked, a sound only she or another soul-sensitive person could hear, as it struggled to keep from being sucked into the prison of her body. In a futile attempt to avoid the inevitable, she fled, her booted feet nimbly negotiating the rock shard-strewn ground that was all too common in this part of Sheoul.
But no matter how fast she ran, every time she looked over her shoulder, the distance between her and the soul had decreased. Closer. Closer.
About Larissa Ione:
Larissa Ione is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. An Air Force veteran, she traded in a career as a meteorologist to pursue her passion of writing. She now spends her days in pajamas with her computer, strong coffee, and supernatural worlds. She believes in celebrating everything, and would never be caught without a bottle of Champagne chilling in the fridge…just in case. She currently lives in Wisconsin with her U.S. Coast Guard husband, her teenage son, a rescue cat named Vegas, and her very own hellhound, a King Shepherd named Hexe.
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