J.F. Posthumus
About Me
- J.F. Posthumus
- Virginia, United States
- A computer tech and artist that thrives on writing fantasy to escape the harshness of reality.
Friday, September 28, 2012
A Deal To Die For
It's time to celebrate! My debut novel, DEALS WITH THE DEVIL, the first in our Faith Wells series, is due out this spring. The other reason is, it's the anniversary of Musa Publishing, who is releasing our novel!
Since our novel has not yet been published (but stick around and don't forget to find me on Facebook for the latest and most current updates), anyone who comments on this blog, will be entered into the drawing for a novel of their choosing from Musa's Thalia Imprint.
Now that all the business is out of the way, on to the fun stuff! Such as, what the heck is our novel about? So, here's a bit of information and an excerpt from DEALS WITH THE DEVIL!
**Disclaimer: The artwork below is NOT the final art for the book. It was commissioned by Black Rose Art Designs to work as a placeholder until the final art is completed.**
A computer tech for a shipping company located in Fishersville, VA, Faith Wells leads a pretty quiet life. There isn't a lot of crime in the county where Fi lives, nor a lot of supernatural beings. For someone who's the daughter of the Devil's right-hand man, it's pretty nice. When Fi finds her former boss’s corpse packed up and ready for shipping on bright Monday morning, it doesn't take long for her low-key existence to go to Hell in the proverbial handbasket. That’s almost as bad as her gremlins vanishing and her current boss being a noble demon from Hell. At least she has one bright spot: the investigating detective is the Angel of Mysteries, Raziel, and he seems to be sweet on her.As things heat up when she inadvertently draws the attention of the murderer and is attacked, Fi realizes it's time to take matters into her own hands. Time is growing short and she has to figure out who is now trying to kill her, before she becomes a permanent guest of the Devil and her father.
Excerpt from DEALS WITH THE DEVIL:
“Which crate are we sending it in?” I asked, looking around.
“The ugly silver
one. I’m tempted to bring in a can of
paint just to get rid of all the stickers and scratches on it.” Jamie said.
I grinned. “We could always turn your kids loose on it
with markers and paint.”
Jamie had two kids,
and eight year-old and a four year-old.
They were sweethearts and full of mischief. I adored them and she let me spoil them every
chance I got, especially at the holidays and their birthdays.
“That’s an
idea! Though I doubt it’d ever be the
same after they got a hold of it.” Jamie
said, laughing.
“Who cares? It’d be
pretty and no one could lose it easily,” I replied with a grin. “Where is it, anyway?”
Jamie’s brows
furrowed as she looked around before shrugging.
“It was in here Friday.”
“Did it get moved
into there?” I asked, jerking my thumb
towards the small outer room that opened outside.
We usually kept the networking wires, tools,
and cables in there, as well as a generator and a few other oddities. It was also where we left the printers for
our delivery boys to pick up.
“It’s possible, I
guess.” Jamie opened the door and,
sitting just to the left out of the way, was the silver metal crate we were
just joking about. “Huh. I wonder who put it in here.”
“The new boss,
maybe?” I suggested, grabbing a handle
and tugging. “You sure there isn’t
anything in this? It feels like there’s
a printer already in it.”
“Don’t know. He might have since I left early Friday, but
I didn’t put anything in it. Last time I
used it was Monday, when we got the thing back from Norfolk.”
“Shall we find out?” I asked.
I winked. “Maybe we’ll get lucky
and someone left their gold in here to be buried later.”
“Keep dreaming,
girl,” Jamie retorted. “More like our
new boss decided to drop a printer in here to see if we would come running for
help.”
“Don’t like him,
huh?” I teased, dropping the safety
latch hook and flipping the lid up.
“No, I-” Jamie broke
off, a screech catching in her throat.
Though I might be a
bit more familiar with the dead, courtesy of my dad, I still fell backwards,
scrambling away from the silver crate.
Who in their right mind would want to be close to a body folded up
neatly and tucked into a box? By folded,
I do mean folded. Legs curled up, chest
bent forward, and arms tucked around the body.
Even the head was bent downward, chin resting against his chest. Despite the slit throat and blood, there
wasn’t a drop leaking from the crate.
Worse yet, I knew our old boss hadn’t been killed by normal means. The way the body was rolled into a ball plus
the blood that congealed in the bottom of the crate screamed magic. At least there was blood. I really did not want to deal with a rogue
vampire.
I kicked at the lid
and, after the third attempt, it slammed down. “Right, so, I don’t think we’re going to be
sending out a printer today,” I quipped before looking back at Jamie.
Jamie’s hands were
clenched in fists and she jammed them in her mouth. Her eyes were wide and all the color had
drained from her skin. I was surprised
she hadn’t started screaming her head off, like in the movies.
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