DEATH DESIGN BY NL Hoffman
Sin Noble is the President’s personal assassin, due
to her unique ability to kill. What most don’t know
is, he’s also her brother, and not at all the cuddly
or loving kind, either. After surviving a difficult
childhood and life on the streets, she adapted to
her murder-for-hire lifestyle by going against
nature and using her reaping powers to take
enemies of the President before their time. As
Death incarnate, Sin has the unique ability to alter
the Death Design—the pattern that decides who
should die, and when.
But tempting fate doesn’t come without a price. Or
a questionable relationship with alcohol.
When she is sent by her brother to assassinate a
suspected blackmailer, Sin soon realizes that the
situation is more complicated than he let on. She is
partnered with another employee of the President,
Liam Sanders, whom she hates with a passion.
When push comes to shove, that passion soon
turns into something her hormones can’t refuse,
and Sin can’t live without.
Constantly running up against her Supernatural
fathers and sarcastic sisters, Sin’s tangled web of a
mission reveals that The Covert is once again
preying on all of the world’s inhabitants. Sin is
desperate to discover the truth before she decides
to take another life outside the Death Design. Will
she be able to accomplish the impossible, while
being pursued herself by mysterious dark forces?
One thing is certain: no can escape their destiny.
All will be revealed in the Death Design.
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Before I could put more thought into it, I heard clicking
noises coming from the bathroom, and then swearing, laced
with a heavy British accent.
“You little, asshole, I know you purposely derailed us here
so I would land in that tub!” The voice traveled from the
Grabbing for my gun, I turned, facing the doorway. Never
mind the fact I was still in my undergarments. This wasn’t
looking good for me. After about two seconds, something
small and black shuffled out of the bathroom. It was the
ugliest thing I had ever seen. It was a small ball of black; a
black tongue hanging from its mouth, and giant black eyes
that reminded of the ones you found on flies. He smelled, too.
“What the hell?” I gagged, taking a step back. The little
thing growled, hopping forward, grunting as if it took a lot
Then a man came out of the bathroom, dressed in a black
suit that had been custom made for his extremely fit body.
His hair was a little mussed, but he used one elegant hand to
smooth back the dark strands. His blue eyes focused on me,
raising an eyebrow at what I was wearing.
“Did I interrupt something, love?”
“What do you think?” I snapped.
“My girls are so grouchy, Jordan.” He said, looking down at
the ball of rot on the floor.
The thing just growled in response before shuffling over to
my dress to lie down. “No! Get off that, you little asshole!” I
shrieked, completely forgetting about the strange man
standing three feet away from me. It just growled, then
started to roll itself into the dress, squishing noises coming
from the contact of its skin against the soft fabric. I gagged
“Jordan! You fat little bastard, get off of her dress.” When
the thing came to a stop, it grunted in response. “His
obedience classes are not going well.”
“That’s not a dog.” I said, appalled.
“He’s a hellhound.” The British man replied, taking a seat in
a nearby chair. He crossed one leg over the other, his stylish
mobster-like shoes grabbing my attention.
Raising an eyebrow I gestured with my gun. “That’s a
hellhound? I thought they were bigger.” So, whoever this
dude was, he was a demon. I should have been screaming, or
looking for a saltshaker, not chatting it up with the fancy
guy in shoes that the Godfather would be jealous of.
“He is a designer breed. He was a bad little necromancer,
weren’t you?” he said, baby-talking to the ball of nastiness.
The thing growled in response before licking its slimy paw.
N.L Hoffmann is a paranormal romance author that just
completed her first series called The Daughters of
Darkness. Currently she has three books out, Blood
Slaves, Shadow Cursed and the new release, Death
Hoffmann was born in Germany to her German native
mother and her American soldier father. The family moved
home to the states, where she grew up in a rural farm
town in Michigan with her parents and two younger
brothers. There, in her pre-teens, is when she began
writing and developed her love for literature.
Today, Hoffmann resides in Missouri with her husband
and three children, where she published her first book
Blood Slaves in January 2014 When Hoffmann isn’t busy
putting words on the page she enjoys reading, drawing,
playing pranks on her husband, and spending time with
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