Never in my thirty years did I think my new normal would be a gig as a soul collector's assistant-slave really-where I help stockpile souls from the miserable mortals who sell them to him. The demon thinks he can control me, but I plan on doing things differently . . . my way. But we all know it's never that easy or that simple, especially in my life. Surprisingly, things get off to a good start. Who am I kidding? The job doesn't pan out to be what I first thought. It's worse. Way worse. And before I know it, I'm in hot water with no easy way out. If that isn't bad enough, the soul collector is hiding something from me that could make or break the deal I made with him. Something, if found out, that could change everything . . . It's time to yank up my big girl panties, chuck down some wine, and do things my way. If it doesn't kill me first.