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

open doorway.

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

of effort.

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

her family.


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