
Does a demon dare risk taking a second chance at love? A truthseeing demon is never wrong, with the notable exception of Traci. Her losing streak starts when she discovers her fated mate. After she tells the gorgeous demon they are meant to be, he laughs in her face. Humiliated, she rebounds to what she thinks is true love with a human man. Wrong again. After a few years of wedded bliss, he calls it quits. But there’s just one little hitch. Traci and her husband vowed “until death do us part,” which means, according to demon divorce court, one of them has to die. Or…Traci can choose door number two and become a reaper. Trouble is, her new bosshole is the same death demon who previously ripped her heart out. And now Mister Mates-Are-For-Idiots claims to want a second chance. Well, Reaper Traci’s no idiot, and she’d just as soon rip his heart out than take another chance on him. Second Chance LoveDivorceEnemies to LoversFated Mates
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I was raised on a cattle ranch in Northern California (outside a town called Lincoln which is now part of an enormous sprawl). I taught myself to ride a horse at the age of six, as no one had the time to teach me—they were all busy learning how to irrigate, how to cajole an angry bull into another field, how to pull a calf… Afraid of heights, and absolutely sure I was going to die, I managed to scramble up on the back of a very patient and lazy strawberry roan destrier, and plod off into the sunset. Thereafter, I spent much of my early life on horseback, or so far buried into a book that the rest of the world ceased to exist (much to the annoyance of my family—it took several attempts to get my attention). We all had very specific jobs on the ranch and mine was horses and cattle—out rounding up at dawn. And since I rode bareback, my standing request was to wake me up 5 minutes before everyone else headed for the barn—time enough to dress and eat my Wheaties, and no sleep time wasted on saddling. After high school, I attended college after college, racking up a BA and MA in creative writing and a Ph.D. in literature and theory. My very patient and supportive husband traipsed across the Midwest and back to Montana for me (though my husband insists that he’s been running and hiding and I just keep finding him), where I now teach at the University of Montana-Western. We also a son Q-ball, who in our humbly unbiased opinions, is the most wonderful son ever produced, and a daughter, Princess Caesar, who is the most wonderful daughter ever produced. I have a fascination for the Victorians, weather, geology, horses, plants and mythology, I like spicy food, chocolate and cheesecake, and I have an odd sense of humor. (Or so I’ve been told. Often.) Incidentally, the Pharaoh is in fact my real name, and oddly enough, is of British origin. Some of my current favorite sf/f writers are Ilona Andrews, Carol Berg, C.E. Murphy, Patty Briggs, Lynn Flewelling, Rachel Caine, David Coe, and Anne Bishop.