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SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE.

Following a drunken night together, the vampire Michael “Vegas” Tremayne takes off with no explanation, leaving Deziree Davanzati to wonder if they’d made a terrible mistake. Rather than obsess about it, Dez spends most of her time at Onyx, the rock club she owns and operates for the supernatural citizens of New York City. All are welcome-werewolves, witches, and anyone else willing to play nice while under her roof and pay their tab at the end of the night.

After two weeks of radio silence, Vegas returns with alarming news. For the first time in more than four centuries, there is reason to believe a pureblood demon is walking among them. They suspect someone from the Council may be behind the creature’s return, but to what end?

With the Sentinel Stone missing, they’re down to the wire and don’t know who to trust. Will Dez and Vegas stop the demon in time? Or will Hell itself be unleashed upon the world?

THE DEVIL YOU KNOW, the first novel in the Hellfire series by urban fantasy romance author Jena Gregoire.

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“Good morning,” she said in the middle of a yawn. Both vampires were sitting at the breakfast bar, sipping coffee with empty plates in front of them. She gave Vegas a kiss on the cheek as she walked behind him. 

“Good morning,” he replied, not looking up from the laptop screen where he was doing more research.

“Breakfast smells amazing,” she said, pouring herself a cup of coffee at the counter behind him. 

“There’s plenty here,” Lucas said, thumbing through news headlines on his phone. “I think I may have made too much.”

“No, sir. You can never have too much bacon,” she said, shoveling a stack of it onto her plate. “I could eat a whole pig right now.”

She glanced up at Vegas and smiled. He turned to smile back at her but he jolted backward, bumping his coffee mug and spilling its contents on the counter. Lucas jumped, so startled he dropped his phone.

“Dez, sweetie. Have you looked in the mirror yet today?” Vegas asked.

“No, I came out here as soon as I smelled the coffee. What’s wrong with my face, do I have wrinkle lines from the pillow?” she asked, stepping away from the counter to look in a mirror hanging in her living room.

“Holy shit!” she yelped, jumping back from her own reflection. Her normal crystal blue irises looked like spheres of black glass. “What … what the hell is wrong with my eyes?” she yelled hysterically at no one in particular.

“Just … just calm down, Dez,” Vegas said, trying his best to placate her.

“Calm down?” she screamed. “Really? Calm down? Look at my eyes! I look like a strung out rat!”