Get ready for the final chapter of Ash’s story! REVENGE & RAPTURE (THE JEZEBEL FILES #4).
Ash is tightening the noose on her enemies…
… and losing her grip on reality.
Ash’s revenge plans for Chariot and Isaac Montefiore take a surreal turn when Isaac’s wife hires Ash to retrieve an item that Isaac is obsessed with finding. Ash takes the job, but this quest throws her back into Levi’s path and puts Rafael in grave danger.
Meanwhile, Ash runs across a crime victim who possesses mysterious magic. Ash’s search for the attacker once again pits her against the Queen of Hearts and sends Ash down the rabbit hole of what’s real. Sanity is highly overrated, anyway, right?
To top it all off, Ash’s mother is being blackmailed by someone threatening to expose Ash as a Rogue unless Talia resigns from her political career for good. Talk about putting the “fun” in family dysfunction.
Secrets, vengeance, and magic collide in the final chapter of The Jezebel Files. With love, family, and her enemy’s immortality on the line, a con set in motion fifteen years ago comes to an explosive conclusion, and Ash only has one chance to come out alive.
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Excerpt from Revenge & Rapture
Vancouver was burning.
Outside my office window came the sound of breaking glass followed by a wailing alarm, while loud angry voices yelled ugly taunts. The simmering tension of the past couple months between Nefesh and Mundanes had exploded on this June night.
Sirens shrieked nonstop and the smell of smoke drifted in through my shut window. Every cop in the city must have been on patrol.
Inside, all was still, the air sharpened to a pointed focus. I scanned the wall that I’d turned into a link chart. At the top were photos of the four scrolls of the Sefer Raziel HaMalakh held by Team Jezebel, along with facts such as the place of their capture and any encounters with Chariot in obtaining them. Pieces of string ran between connected information. I’d rejigged the chart numerous times but had yet to find either the one piece of the Sefer still held by Chariot or any more of the Ten’s identities.
My phone buzzed and I distractedly stabbed the answer button. “Stop waiting up for me, Pri.”
“They’ve closed the bridges in and out of downtown,” my best friend and roommate said in a tense voice. “And it’s uncertain how much longer they’ll keep Hastings Street open. Come home or you’ll be stuck there.”
“I’ll sleep in my chair. I spoke with the company who bought the party warehouse where the golem was patrolling. Totally legit local developers are turning it into condos.” I fired a dart into a photo of Isaac’s head, half-turned away from camera. “Another dead end.”
“Cut yourself some slack. Jezebels have been fighting this for four hundred years. You’ve barely been on it four months. You need to sleep.”
“Saving the world comes first,” I said.
“Is it about saving us or beating them?”
“Does it matter so long as they’re stopped? I’m doing my job,” I said. The noble cause of dispensing justice warred with my desire to destroy Isaac Montefiore so comprehensively that his life would be a smoking ruin, my signature writ large in the ashes like a painter signing his masterpiece. Work goals were important.
“It matters a lot,” Priya said gently. “Your dad was murdered. Don’t you think you should get help? This isn’t healthy.”
“I had enough of talking out my feelings when I was thirteen. Taking Isaac down is the only therapy I need,” I snapped.
Mrs. Hudson, my pug, lifted her head from her doggie bed in the corner and whined softly. She hated when her mommies fought.
“That’s exactly what I mean.” Priya gave an aggrieved sigh. “This isn’t about Chariot anymore for you. It’s all about Isaac. He’s cost you two men you loved and—”
I hung up on her.
Her words lodged under my skin like a splinter. I rubbed my eyes, nearly blinding myself at the boom that rocked the building. After a second boom—someone ramming the front security door downstairs—came the joyous cries of emboldened rioters entering and looking to mindlessly pilfer.
Not on my watch.
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Acknowledgments
Enormous thanks to my darling daughter Kiki for the idea of emotion perfumes and for having a serious conversation with me about “What does paranoia smell like?” How clever of me to have trained you so well in matters of storytelling.
Alex Yuschik, my incredible editor, you continue to inspire me with your brilliant insights. It brings me insane amounts of joy to work with you.
The last edits on Shadows & Surrender were done during the early days of self-isolation. Sure, I always work from home and regularly make jokes about being misanthropic, but my life these days really hammered home how important human connection is to me. Thank you to all of you in my FB group and on my mailing list who have reached out. You have been an incredible source of comfort during these strange days. xo
About the Author
I’m Deborah (pronounced deb-O-rah) and I write sexy, funny, urban fantasy.
I decided at an early age to
