THREE SHORT TALES SET IN THE HELLFIRE WORLD.
BURNING ~ Hellfire 0.5
Lucas was a typical playboy – lots of alcohol and a different girl every night. One woman brought his emotional walls and the beliefs he used to build them crumbling to the ground. Now, an unexpected visitor is going to change both their worlds forever.
SUFFERING ~ Hellfire 1.5
Michael is left with no clue where Dez has gone. She just split. No words of explanation. No consolatory goodbyes. She just vanished into a puff of smoke. A few months have passed, and Michael can feel the weight of loneliness crushing him. Learning to embrace his exhaustion, he decides to spend New Year’s Eve curled up in the comfort of his bed. He expected to find the sweet relief of slumber. Instead, he found only more suffering.
RECKONING ~ Hellfire 2.5 ~ Previously Unreleased
Meet Marcel Cross, the alpha of the Manhattan wolf pack. He’s in charge of keeping the peace among his wolves and making sure they don’t cause any trouble. Minus a few minor hiccups, things have been quiet as of late and he finds himself growing bored and restless. That is until Jamie Hayes walks into his life.
A Hellfire World anthology by internationally bestselling author Jena Gregoire.
Hellfire 2.5 ~ Previously Unreleased
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“You’re the head honcho, right?” I looked up from my phone to find the cute blonde from the alleyway sitting across from me. I'd been so engrossed in my book I hadn't noticed her sit down. I hit the power button and gave her my full attention.
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“El jefe? The Big Cheese? The Don?” I continued to stare at her, waiting for the real question. She huffed out of a frustrated sigh and rested her arms on the table, leaning in toward me. “Look,” she demanded, slamming a twenty dollar bill down on the table, “you’re in charge of that motley band of assholes, are you not?” I peeked around her to see Dylan and Ace having a bromancey high five over something almost certainly stupid.
“I am,” I admitted begrudgingly.
“Good, then this is for you.” She slid the twenty toward me. “Your next few drinks are on me if you promise to keep that one,” she turned and pointed to Ace, “in line. If you don't, I will.” Although she didn't explain further, the warning was clear.
At first, I chuckled imagining her giving him a face full of liquor, but then I remembered the throwing blades. Provided they’re not made of silver, they wouldn’t do much to him except maybe teach him a lesson. Not a bad idea.
“Did he touch you?” I asked, worried he’d already overstepped his bounds.
“No, you would know if he did. Keep his ass in line. I’m not in the mood, and it’s, like, your job or whatever.”
Without another word, she scooted out of the booth and walked away, leaving the twenty behind. I watched as she made her way to a seat at the far end of the bar away from the bulk of the crowd. Not thirty seconds after she sat down, Ace made like he was going to try his luck with her, but Dylan spotted me glaring at him. He grabbed Ace’s arm before he could get too far and pulled him in to whisper something in his ear. Ace turned to me, wide eyed, and nodded in obedience. I tipped my hat in thanks and returned my attention to the sexy mystery girl. Only her chair was empty.
Her glass and her jacket were both gone. I glanced around the bar, but didn’t see her anywhere. Probably for the best.