Title: THE HARKER SINS
Genre: New Adult Urban Fantasy
Word Count: 83,000
The Seven Deadly Sins are the highest ranking demons in Satan's army, and they are literally hellbent on destroying human souls. According to a faceless angel and an eccentric prophet, the only person capable of stopping them is Lyndon Harker. And he's no priest.
Twenty-two-year-old Lyndon can barely support himself and his autistic twin brother. Despite growing up an orphan in a Catholic church after the death of his parents, Lyndon gives little thought to God or His eternal nemesis. Nor should he, really. While his zealous parents gave everything to God's charities, the late Mr. and Mrs. Harker were allowed to die in a car accident, leaving their twin baby boys with little more than a measly trust fund and a few Habitat for Humanity photos.
When Koral Waters stalks Lyndon down and spouts off about exorcisms, an army of demons, and a mission from God, Lyndon doesn't know whether to laugh at her or direct her to the nearest hospital. She insists an angel chose her to help Lyndon complete his mission: exorcise the Seven Deadly Sins from seven sinners.
Lyndon barely escapes the clutches of a tar-spitting demon and sets down a path that inevitably leads him to Sean Edmunds. A depressed drunk on the edge of making a deal with the devil, Sean is the main entree for the Sin of Gluttony, who doesn't care who he hurts on his quest to consume Sean's soul.
With no idea how to perform an exorcism, a family legacy with its own secrets, and a demon hungry for more than flesh, Lyndon struggles not only to discover his purpose but to survive it.
Lyndon Harker entered his apartment to find the living room covered with mounds of paper. Shredded paper to be exact. A dozen tiny heaps of ripped up, cut up, and obliterated stationery were scattered about the apartment. Mostly old newspapers and magazines. His home looked like a mole field.
"Isaac," he sighed, shutting the front door. He glanced into the open kitchen and saw the oven clock: 3:02. His interview was in twenty-eight minutes. He didn't have time for this. His unexpected lunch shift had made him late enough.
He could hear his brother grunting back in his own room. Lyndon dropped his server's apron next to the front door, crossed to Isaac's room, and knocked.
"Hey, Eyes," he said, using his brother's nickname. "You in there?"
The grunting continued but there was no response. Lyndon considered this permission to enter.
His twin brother sat on the floor with a pair of scissors in one hand and a half-annihilated book in the other. Isaac was going to town ripping the text to pieces. A sliver of tongue poked through his lips as he sliced into at least twenty pages at a time. Isaac grunted as he destroyed more and more pages — it was a rather thick book. Thicker, he noticed, than the destroyed newspapers and magazines in the living room. . . .
Lyndon realized what Isaac was chomping into and scrambled for it. Isaac jumped back, flinging the scissors behind him.