Pushing Up Posies (Grim Dating #1) by Eve Langlais

Introduction





Netflix and Chill takes on a whole new meaning when Posie starts dating the Reaper.





Poor Brody. As reaper leader for the Canadian guild, he and his crew don’t get as much work as other countries until the Dark Lord gives them a new mandate: Establish a dating service on Earth that will facilitate the meeting between citizens of Hell and humans with the end goal being babies.

In other words, become a pimp.

It’s a cruel demotion for a reaper who just wanted to guide souls to their final destination. He is dying to return to Hell, until he meets the stubborn woman living across the hall.

The Devil wants Posie mated, but she is resisting all attempts. What will it take to make her see the light?

And how will she react when she finally discovers that death has been knocking at her door?

The Grim Dating Series:





For more Hell books featuring Lucifer’s meddling, check out The Welcome to Hell series (available in ebook, print and audio)





Lucifer is taking his matchmaking to the next level by sending his minions on a cruise. Get ready to giggle your way through ~ Jane Davey’s Locket.





Foreword





Lucifer’s got his hands full with the Antichrist and another baby on its way. Add in a very pregnant and demanding Mother Earth, plus another prophecy about the end of the world and it’s clear he needs to delegate more.

What he also needs? More minions to fill the ranks in his legion. With Cupid on a sabbatical and fewer babies being born than ever, he has to take drastic action.

Say hello to Grim Dating, a service dedicated to pairing humans with things that go bump in the night or hide under the bed. And who better to run this newly created department but some underworked Canadian Grim Reapers.





1





Lucifer is back with a devilish new plan.





I should torture someone. Maybe have them tied to the rack and stretched until their limbs pop.

Been there. Done that.

A thousand times multiplied by a thousand more.

Just like he’d indulged in his share of hanging, beating, nailing, flailing, dunking, and more…

After awhile, the screams of those he punished lost all meaning. Seriously, extreme pain brought the language that spewed from those he tortured to an incomprehensible level. Argh. Agh. Wah. How was he supposed to understand that?

Some accused him of not caring, not understanding, yet Lucifer knew pain. Had suffered so much of it. He’d first truly felt the agony when he was cast from Heaven. Betrayed most cruelly. Wings torn from him. Banned from the only home he knew and thrust into a hot Hades filled with mindless beasts, sent there to die.

And for what?

A question he knew better than to ask. Yet, much like Eve later did after his seduction of her in the garden, some things couldn’t be ignored. He’d just wanted an answer.

Lucifer stopped his pacing to stare at a painting of a child, a small and slender lad. What the humans would call a teen, fresh faced and soft. A boy who still trusted as he knelt, staring at the sun, his hands clasped in prayer, asking a simple question. The image captured the moment before everything changed.

Only a few words that, even now, he couldn’t bear to think of. Because those words saw him banned. Cast off to basically die alone.

But that was a million years ago, and he’d survived despite it all. He’d evolved since that time, as had the Hell he’d been banished to. Few people knew, and even fewer recalled, that when Lucifer arrived in this dimension, a strange pocket of reality, the ground was frozen solid, a world encased in a veneer of ice. Everything paused. Waiting.

For its king.

Within the first few breaths of his arrival, he’d almost died. Then again, that first day. Week. Month. Year. Every day he’d fought. Every day he’d gotten stronger. It helped he wasn’t completely alone.

There were demons in this place. And spirits. Magic, too. A lonely castoff found companionship where he could. Lucifer taught the demons to speak and think. When that got boring, he created new species. Minions to surround him, none of them gentle or kind.

That was a long time ago. He’d gotten more discerning since then. It helped he eventually found a way to visit the human realm. Saw all the wandering souls. The ones heaven rejected, caught in limbo.

Lucifer snared them all. The ones too far gone, who didn’t remember their humanity, went right into the abyss, a hole in his realm that went farther than he dared explore. It would be thousands of years before he’d realize it recycled souls. But at the time, it provided a place to toss the most lost of the ghosts.