When the succubus Lorelei sees the angel Azaziel from across the bar, she knows he's been cast out of Heaven, but is not yet Fallen. She resolves to do whatever it takes to bring the angel down. Together on the streets of L.A., they encounter Ashleigh Johnson, one of Azaziel’s mortal charges, dying of hepatitis in the street. The angel rescues her soul and uses it to possess Lorelei. Before long, her sister Floria tracks down a defrocked priest willing to exorcise Ashleigh’s mortal soul from Lorelei’s infernal flesh and the intimate little ritual swells into a virtual Who’s Who of Hell’s presence in L.A.!
Loren gives an overview of the book:
Lorelei licked the last traces of soul from her lips, then smoothed the knee-length hobble dress over her thighs. The black lycra snuggled around her like a living creature, suggesting her true nature.
Her violet eyes locked on the creature seated at the end of the zinc bar, dressed in a rumpled khaki trench coat. Through the smoke and flashing lights of the dance club, she saw him for what he was: an angel of melancholy. Hers. His wings weren’t manifest, but the unmistakable glow of his halo enforced a margin of emptiness around him. Shoulders hunched over his glass, he was doing his best to ignore what was going on around the club. Clearly not having fun--which was a damned shame, considering that fun was what Lost Angels was all about.
She patted hair over the nubs of her horns and adjusted the dress’s zipper to be demure as could be, only the pale white column of her throat revealed. Once she’d made certain that the seams on her stockings were straight, she stepped out of the shadows. Let’s see if this one could be won without a fight, she thought.
My book of cemetery travel essays -- Wish You Were Here: Adventures in Cemetery Travel -- just came out from Western Legends Press.
Also out now is The Haunted Mansion Project: Year Two, which I edited for Damnation Books. The book collects fiction,...