Ex-priest Denis Kaine’s surviving on ramen and kicking otherworldly creatures off this planet. It’s all noise to fill his chasm of hate and guilt inside from letting his twin brother blow his brains out because he’d been possessed. Denis should’ve known. He should’ve seen. He should’ve… everything.
His survival techniques are no match for Emma Koroleva, the 1200-year-old entity he freed from imprisonment in Rome. She’s powerful, she’s got major attitude, and she hates ramen.
She changes into various poltergeists and forces Denis to “exorcise” her. Denis gets paid, they eat real food, and she toys with seducing him. Denis starts to think he’s living in the sitcom from hell until he learns his dead brother’s become the plaything of something big, strong, and evil. Screw sitcoms. Denis is about to prove why his rep is legendary in the spirit world.
Demons for Tea by Kate Morgan
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
Publisher: Omnium Gatherum Books
Date of Publication: Sept. 10, 2018
Number of pages: 285
Word Count: 80,000
Cover Artist: Kate Jonez
Tagline: Kicking ass and eating ramen: An exorcist’s life ain’t like the movies.
Lisa met me at our favorite sports bar that night.
I kissed her wrinkled cheek. “My desperate-but-tryingnot-to-sound-it phone call worked like I’d hoped.”
She stood under one of the air-conditioning vents. “It’s a good thing I became a nun. I could never stand the climate in Hell. D.C. in August is bad enough. Find us a table and order me a beer, please. I need to visit the Little Sister’s Room.”
Her short, square back vanished behind the door labeled “Cheerleaders.” One of those big red NO bisected-circles surrounded the nameplate. Stats of famous female athletes covered the top half of the door. Management would have to paint over them again pretty soon.
I snagged a table against a wall and with a full-on view of the Redskins’ pre-season game. Her Blue Light and my Coke arrived when she did. We clinked bottle and glass and drank together. “Welcome back.” She checked the wall-mounted TV screen. “Go! Go! Go! No! Don’t run out of bounds, you overpaid tackling dummy!” She looked back at me. “Good to see you smile, Golden Boy.”
The muscles around my mouth slid back into their usual position.
Lisa wrinkled her nose at me. “You gonna tell me what happened?”
The waiter arrived. Lisa waved a shushing hand at me and ordered burgers, fries and refills for us. When he left, she gave me that birdlike look she always gets.