A lifelong enthusiast of larger than life characters, Rosalie Stanton’s muse is fueled by alpha males, from badass bikers to scruffy-looking Nerf herders, and the intelligent, strong, and independent women who actually do the driving. She loves interweaving the lives of people who appear to be polar opposites and delving beneath the surface to see how well one actually complements the other.

Rosalie lives in Missouri with her husband. Writing is her first creative love, but she also enjoys working with other authors and has a variety of critique partners, and likewise works for Mundania Press LLC as an editor. At an early age, she discovered a talent for creating worlds into which she could escape. Over the years, her vivid imagination evolved into a love of words and storytelling. Rosalie graduated with a degree in English. Neither writing nor editing pays the bills, but thankfully her day-job employers understand where her true passion lies. When her attention is not engaged by writing or editing, she enjoys spending time with close friends and family.

The story is written well enough, so I have had no need for a back-story to understand what is going on and enjoy it. This is technically a companion book and you do not have to have read the other books in the “Sinners and Saints” series. After reading it, though, I really want to read the other ones. The relationship and scenes between Clarice and Weston are “just right”. They are not over done, just enough humor, just enough snark and just enough hotness. The description of Lucifer, not a horn and winged horror but a handsome impeccably dressed man poke at the traditional thoughts about demons, not to mention that of Pixley, the deranged hooker taking care of the demon contracts. In fact, passing it off as business only adds to the humor. Despite the seriousness of the situation, much fun is thrown in. I like reading stories that make me laugh, and I would read it again.

This quote from the book where Lucifer introduces himself and Clarice responding to it really made me laugh. “He chuckled. “One of the less expressive greetings I’ve received.

Hello. Ms. St. Clair, I presume?” The devil extended a hand. “Please allow me to introduce myself. I’m a man of wealth and taste.”

She blinked and accepted his proffered handshake. “Did you just …quote the Rolling Stones?”

“Why not? It’s one of my favorite songs, despite the historical inaccuracies. As to myself, I answer to many names, but you may call me Lucifer.”

Nothing could explain the next words that came from her mouth. “Are you always this corny?” 

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