Demigod Down is here!

It has arrived!

002 Olivia is an exceptionally talented killer with a dark past and a questionable future. As the head executioner for the Supernatural Council of the eastern United States, she patrols her territory delivering justice and death without remorse.

Currently she is being stalked.

Pfft, someone or rather some supernatural didn’t take their meds if they thought they could hunt her. Let’s be honest, she is enjoying the challenge and loving the fact that she gets to slice and dice once she finds them. Silly, silly supernatural.

Of course, her stalker has been busy and it’s disgusting, heart wrenching work cleaning up, but someone has to do it. If only the idiot stalker was her one and only problem.

Blake, who has grown to be an important part of her life, has a secret, and he isn’t sharing.

Kass, her best friend, is marrying a shifter and drawing Olivia into a central role of Shifter politics she would rather avoid.

Finally Governor Hash has found an exceptionally speedy way to end up on her most likely to kill list.

Olivia is giving serious thought to revising her policy on not killing humans.

 

 

 

Demigod Down Synopsis

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Olivia is being stalked.

Olivia, Head Executioner for the Supernatural Council. Pfft, someone or rather some supernatural didn’t take their meds if they thought they could hunt her. Let’s all be honest, she is enjoying the challenge and loving the fact that she gets to slice and dice once she finds them. Silly, silly supernatural.

Of course, her stalker has been busy and it’s disgusting, heart wrenching work cleaning up, but someone has to do it. If only the stalker was her only problem.

Blake, who has grown to be large central part of her life, has a secret and he isn’t sharing.

Kass, her best friend, is getting married to a shifter and drawing Olivia into politics she would rather avoid, and finally Governor Hash has found an exceptionally speedy way to end up on her most likely to kill list.

Olivia is giving thought to revising her policy on not killing humans.

Olivia

“Who sent you?” I asked circling the scared little human.

She was about to hyperventilate.

“They tell you only to ask questions?” I asked sitting on the table my leather pants sliding back as I swung my legs.

Using my feet to pull her chair between my legs I savored the yelp that left her lips as she still refused to look at me. Bending at the waist I put my lips next to her ear, “Did they have a plan for you, if I arrived?”

She swallowed, terrified, and I smiled pulling back watching her smudged lipstick.

“This puts me in a very bad place.” I told her shaking form with a sigh.

The door opened as Grams stood arms crossed disapprovingly over her chest. “Are you finished terrifying her?”

I smiled, “You ruin all my fun.” I answered sliding off the table, pushing her back with my feet.

Rolling her eyes she walked away calling over her shoulder, “We have work to do.”

Turning back to the interviewer I smiled showing all my pretty white teeth, “Welcome to employment in the Council.”

Her bottom lip quivered.

Jerry

“Hi.” Jerry greeted smiling widely.

The interviewer didn’t bother responding. She was close to her wits end, after being threatened and terrified, not to mention stone walled. But the young, thin black man in front of her exuded a childlike innocence her lip couldn’t help but twitch.

“How do you know Olivia?” She asked softy.

“Drive Ms. Olivia ‘round.” He answered, downplaying the intelligence that glimmered in his dark eyes.

“You assist her with her investigations?” She asked foolishly expecting an honest answer.

“Nope,” Jerry said still giving her the innocent act.

“You didn’t help her with rouge witches?” She asked shocked.

“No, ma’m.” He said again straight faced.

“Didn’t help her bring down the illusive puppet master?” She tried again recalling newspaper headlines.

“Can’t say I recall that, and I reckon I should.” He said snorting when he laughed.

Sitting back against her metal chair she was dumbfounded at the loyalty the mysterious Olivia encouraged.

Logan, The Shifter

The interviewer left her pen on the paper, as she sat arms crossed, watching the large man. She was personally shocked that, the thin metal chair hadn’t crumpled from his sheer muscular size. He gave her a closed lip smile from a broad and strong mouth as she mentally prepared herself for yet another round of questions.

“How do you know Olivia?” She started already feeling beaten, trying to keep her exhaustion from seeping into her voice.

“We work in the same circles.” Logan answered, not expanding while brushing a dark blond curl from his tan forehead.

She nodded, “Do you enjoy working with her?”

Logan shifted uncomfortably, testing the limits of the chair, “Depends on her mood.”

She nodded again, finding the strength to write down his answers, before pulling another question off her list, “Use one word to describe her.”

Logan stared from the most startling caramel eyes she had ever seen. He held her gaze, not blinking for so long she was considering asking the question again, fidgeting uncomfortably in her own metal chair.

“Magnificent.” He finally said, adjusting his wide shoulders in the groaning chair. “I wish I had a less flattering word for her, but” he held up his hand resting on the table in defeat, “it’s the truth.”

She finished writing her notes, looking back up at the man who clearly belonged on a  football field in deliciously tight pants and not in an expensive navy blue suit, “You are going to be married soon?” she confirmed.

“Correct.” He said, a slight grimace adoring his handsome, tan face.

“Congratulations.” She said out of habit.

“Thank you.” He said flatly, also out of habit.

“Tell me about Steven.” She asked looking up expectantly.

Logan’s mouth thinned into a faded pink line as his beautiful caramel eyes flecked with bright gold morphed before her eyes. Without thinking, she stood, knocking the chair over backing away from the predator before her.

With great restraint, Logan kept himself in check and in the chair. Cracking his neck before answering, “That is a conversation I’d rather not have.”

She nodded rapidly, pressed against the cold metal wall.

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The Grams

“What word comes to mind when you think of her?” she asked tiring.

“Efficient.” Grams said adjusting her pale green dress suit regarding the child across from her with haunting superiority.

She shifted looking back at her list of questions.

“Why did you choose to work with her on the Council?” she asked forcing herself to look back up into her stony eyes, trying not to feel inferior.

“She needed someone who had an excellent business understanding.” She shrugged as though it was a common skill everyone should be comfortable with.

The interviewer nodded. “How do you enjoy supervising Kitten?”

“I don’t.” she said “That is Olivia’s baby, the entertainment hub of St. Anne.”

Fiddling with her pen the interview took a deep breathing before asking, “What did you do before working on the Council?”

“I dabbled.” She responded her shoulders growing tense.

“In what?” she asked forgetting the list of questions she had.

“I don’t believe that question is in your list.” Grams said softly watching her knowingly.

Looking down  at the list and then back to the older, yet regal woman in front of her she moved her mouth to ask how she knew that, Grams phone went off.

“Well that was fun.” Grams said picking it up, leaving the room answering it.

The interviewer sat back, mouth still opened looking from her list, to the woman. What the hell?

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Kass Interview

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“Why?” Kass asked , resting a dark olive arm on the steel table.

“How would you describe Olivia?” she asked again, patience growing thin.

“Who are you working for?” Kass inquired, resting her head in her hand, her tight brown curls dancing around her face.

“What is your favorite memory of Olivia?” She tried again, her tone growing pinched.

“Is your hair naturally that color?” Kass asked, sitting up straight, tilting her head and admiring her bright burgundy locks.

The interviewer took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it in a loud sigh. Giving Kass a strained smile, she tried again. “How did you meet Olivia?”

“Do you really need those glasses or are they just for show?” Kass asked yawning.

Teeth grinding, he interviewer took a long pause before attempting yet again. She opened her mouth, but Kass didn’t let her get a word out.

“Who makes those glasses by the way, I adore the color.” Kass asked, a sly smile on her lips.

The interviewer sighed , shaking her head, adjusting the grip on the pen, one last time she tried.  “How do you feel about raising a half-shifter half-succubus child?”

Kass scoffed, deadly silent.

The interviewer took note, foolishly pressing the issue, “Others have claimed that makes the child a demon.”

Across the table Kass took a final breath, . “Tread very carefully human.”

Mercer’s Interview

“What word comes to mind when you think of her?” she asked refraining from fidgeting with her pen, composure slightly recovered after the unnerving, handsome vampire. Clearing her throat she brought her attention back to the stout blonde man before her. 

“Unstable.” Mercer answered quickly looking intensely at her with his ice blue eyes, far lighter than her previous interview.

His suit was a terrible shade of cream, doing nothing for his already light complexion.

She made notes before asking, “Do you enjoy working with her?”

“No.” He growled one syllable at her arms firmly crossed daring her to continue this nonsense.

She cleared her throat glancing at her notes. “Tell me about your work on the police force.”

“It’s work.” He responded dryly.

“Do you blame Olivia for getting you fired?” She asked pushing ahead.

Mercer snarled, “How is that any of your business?” wanting to lean aggressively across the distance, stopping himself at a small lean.

“Describe your relationship with Olivia.” She said, proud her voice didn’t crack as she shifted her weight against the plain brown chair.

“Unstable.” He growled again.

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