Dear Jodi Meadows:
When cleaning lady and not-quite-reformed con artist, Blue Downs,
steals a silver bracelet with strange qualities, she ends up having to
face not just her personal demons, but literal ones as well.
The daughter of a serial killer, Blue has spent most of her life
fighting anyone willing to take her on, and destroying herself in the
process. Worse yet, she's living with a doofus she can't stand, and
the guy she can't admit she loves is marrying her half-sister in a few
Now people are coming after the bracelet - starting with an assassin
possessing the body of a pizza boy. He is quickly followed by Leo, the
half demon hunter, half mad scientist who created the bracelet. Leo explains
the bracelet is actually a tag to mark demons. And that means
Blue is a demon too... except none of Leo's tests can identify any
demon DNA in Blue.
Despite her distrust and unwilling attraction to Leo's own half (sex) demon
side, Blue has no choice but to work with him to figure out what is going on.
Together they uncover a vast apocalyptic conspiracy that somehow includes
Blue's live-in boyfriend (ie: the doofus) and her half-sister's wedding. Now,
with Hell on earth pending, Blue has to protect those she loves... maybe even
A 101,000 word urban fantasy, BETWEEN THE DEVIL AND THE DEEP BLUE SEA,
is a standalone novel with series potential that should appeal to fans
of Charlaine Harris's and Janet Evanovich's colorful female
I have two college degrees, one a BFA in theatre and the other an MFA
in Film and Television Production. I'm also an active member of a
critique group and maintain a well-trafficked blog. In addition, in
May of 2009 my short romantic fiction piece was published in Woman's
Thank you for your time, and I look forward to hearing from you.
I’m pushing a vacuum, trying to shake the hangover still lingering
four days after my Christmas Day drinking binge, when I first see it.
It is the bracelet sitting on my employer’s dresser. As far as I’m
concerned, the bracelet might as well be underneath a tinsel covered
tree, wrapped up with a bow and my name on top. I know immediately -
it is mine.
Usually, I’m not much for Christmas. You could say it leaves a bad
taste in my mouth, and maybe that’s why I drank so much of the
moonshine my uncles gave me as a Christmas gift. It was the only gift
I received. And it wasn’t wrapped in ribbons and bows. No, it was
just two mason jars tucked into a brown paper lunch bag and left on my
It wasn’t until I passed out after drinking half of the first jar that
I was able to forget all that needed forgetting.
Like how I was spending Christmas alone.
And that my half-sister’s New Year’s Eve wedding was as inevitable as
drunk people singing “Auld Lang Syne” at midnight.
Mostly though, I needed to forget my father.
I was barely two years old on the Christmas my father was arrested.
Years before I was even born, on three different Christmas days; he
drowned his wives, along with the daughter each had given him. And if
the police hadn’t taken him away when they did, he’d have killed me on
Christmas Day too.