Title: NULL CITY
Genre: NA Paranormal
Word Count: 84000
Superpowers suck. If you just want to live a normal life, Null City is waiting for you. After one day there, imps become baristas, and hellhounds become poodles. Demons settle down, become parents, join the PTA, and worry about their taxes. But when forces seek to destroy Null City to capture the source of its power, GABY, a (technically) dead accountant teams up with LEILA, the teenage daughter of the Prince of Hell, to protect the City. It just would have been nice if someone told them the angels were all on the other side. Or that the only one who can help is Gaby’s ex – the angel she killed.
Gaby glared at the double doors barring entrance to the Presidential Suite of Seattle's stately Olympic Hotel. Over the past hour, she'd knocked, called, tried the house phone, paced, and automatically straightened the paintings lining the elegant hallway. Despite the muted voices from within the suite, the brass-bound doors remained closed. Her brand new employee handbook was clear: missing a client appointment was an excellent way to get fired. But it doesn't say anything about breaking and entering.
Her foot tapped. I could go back and try to explain to the agency. Tap. But this assignment was supposed to last at least a week and we need that money. Tap, tap. When Mom and Dad were killed, I promised the twins a normal life. Her foot slowed. Sorry, Dad. She pulled out her father's torque wrench and favorite hook pick. Moments later the lock's tumblers hit the shearline with a subtle click. It's not techinically B&E, Dad. I didn't break a friggin thing; I'm just entering. Returning the little tools to her bag, she eased the door ajar a careful half-inch. “Hello?”
The door opened fully and she stared.
“Luic leMuir.” Leaning against the jamb with one arm blocking the doorway, he ignored her outstretched hand.
Don't say it, she sternly admonished her squealing inner-Gaby. He doesn't need to know you have every record he's ever made. Or that you take your showers to the sound of that voice… Her own voice was a breathless octave higher than normal. “Gabrielle Parker, CPA."