About the Book
A devilishly hot CEO. The angelic new office temp. A match made in Heaven or Hell?
Melody Angel takes a job as a temp at the HELL Corporation. Surrounded by eternal bureaucracy gone mad, demons who love making life miserable, and dying for a decent coffee, it may take a miracle for Mel’s mission to succeed. She must find out what evil plans Lucifer and his minions have in store and stop them, using any means necessary.
Adding trouble and temptation to Mel’s job is Luce Iblis, the damnably hot CEO, who has set his smouldering eyes on the new office angel and he’s determined to claim her, body and soul.
Can ultimate evil and angelic perfection escape a limbo of desire and find a paradise of their own?
A tiny taste of what’s in store:
“Do you know how long you’ve made me wait?” Luce lifted his chin. “Close the door.”
Mel turned and kicked the door shut with the sole of one shoe. The click of it closing coincided with her eyes meeting Luce’s once more.
“Now strip and get your arse on the desk,” Luce instructed.
Mel stared at him. He couldn’t be serious, could he?
“Every other girl in this building knows how to do as she’s told. Do you know how many girls I’ve had on this desk? You should consider yourself lucky. The last one I had in here was so quick getting undressed that I managed to give her a full fifteen minutes of my time. At this rate, you’ll be lucky to have five.”
Mel became transfixed by the timber desktop. “Did you wipe it clean afterwards?”
“What?” Luce’s face reddened.
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Mel carefully blew on her coffee as she returned to the lunchroom turned training room.
Luce reclined against the tiny bar in the corner, resting his arms on it so his hips were pushed into greater prominence.
Mel recognised his stance as one meant to draw attention to the bulge in his pants. The implied message was clear: the pants could be unzipped for the right girl or boy, if someone played their cards right. Mel had far more experience with such a stance than Luce probably realised – for she remembered a time in Russia when it had merely meant the man was rich enough to own a spare pair of socks to stuff in his pants against the frostbiting cold. Ah, Napoleon had been stubborn and arrogant, too, she recalled, but he’d been good for intelligent conversation. He’d also owned an ample supply of socks.
No one seemed game to speak to the CEO, so Mel took pity on him. Resting her elbow on the end of the bar, she asked, “Do you get bored, delivering the same orientation presentation every month?”
“Of course not,” came the easy answer. “Every time I tell new staff about the achievements of the HELL Corporation, I see their pride in being part of my company, knowing the next team of new staff will be hearing about the achievements that they personally helped happen.”
Mel laughed heartily. “That sounds like a rehearsed response if ever I heard one. Do you ever answer a question honestly?”
“Of course,” Luce replied. Mel barely knew the man, yet she knew he was lying.
She pressed her lips together and gave a little smile in response, before turning her attention to her instant coffee. Attention it didn’t deserve, but the muddy brew was an improvement to listening to the demon’s rehearsed rhetoric.
Luce seemed to realise that he’d hit a wrong note. “It’s Mel, right?”
“Yes,” she acquiesced gracefully. “From the Helpful Angels Agency.” A careful sip of coffee kept her eyes from meeting his as the cup hid her smile. She waited for the implied warning to sink in: far from being one of his demons, she played most emphatically for the other team.
“Ah. Ah, yes. I remember now. You’re the new girl who’s working under Lili, right?”
“I’m in the office beside her and I report to her, yes,” Mel corrected. “I’m looking forward to seeing precisely which projects she has in mind for me. I understand the company’s interests are quite diverse, so I expect the work to be different to anything I’ve done before, if nothing else.”
“So what were you doing before deciding to be my angel?”
Mel gave him her serene smile, knowing Hell would freeze over before she’d ever be his angel. He evidently didn’t know that yet, so she replied, “Other temporary assignments, as required. I go where I’m needed, that’s all.” She took a larger mouthful of her cooling coffee, trying not to grimace at the taste.
“I’m sure I’ll need you for something. Lili does a lot of work for me. She may even delegate some of her more delicate tasks to you, if you’re lucky. We could be working very closely together on some of my pet projects.” Luce grinned. “You’ll want to make sure you wear a skirt.” He stared at her pants-clad legs hungrily.
Mel wondered what he’d say if she admitted the closest he’d get to her was precisely where he was now – just out of arm’s reach. She chose to say nothing. Instead, she smiled and nodded, then excused herself so she could wash the sludge out of the bottom of her coffee mug. She wanted to wash her whole body – the sleazy CEO made her skin crawl – but she hardly had time before the next orientation session resumed.
She slipped back into the training room, relieved to see that Luce had left. Somehow, she suspected she’d be seeing him again soon, though she hoped the opposite. Slimy snake of a CEO…
About the author:
Demelza Carlton has always loved the ocean, but on her first snorkelling trip she found she was afraid of fish. She has since swum with sea lions, sharks and sea cucumbers and stood on spray-drenched cliffs over a seething sea as a seven-metre cyclonic swell surged in, shattering a shipwreck below. Sensationalist spin? No – Demelza tends to take a camera with her so she can capture and share the moment later; shipwrecks, sharks and all. Demelza now lives in Perth, Western Australia, the shark attack capital of the world. The Ocean’s Gift series was her first foray into fiction, followed by her suspense thriller Nightmares trilogy.
She swears the Mel Goes to Hell series ambushed her on a crowded train and wouldn’t leave her alone.