In his desperation to find a date in time for the annual Helloween bash, minor-rank demon Kev summons a coworker he once hooked up with. But when the smoke and sulfur clears, it isn’t demon Ira standing in the ring, but a very perplexed, very human mortal named Archer.<br><br>Archer is cute, confused, and willing to consider going as Kev's date ... for a price. Turns out this isn't the first time Archer's met a demon, and he wants his soul back.

Date from Hell

Kev gaped, really not knowing what to say now.


The man’s dark eyes found Kev, who let the book slip to the floor.


Archer knew he wasn’t dreaming, and was fairly sure he wasn’t hallucinating either. One moment he’d been lying in bed, trying to get back to sleep after having woken abruptly, the next he was here, in a cloud stinking of burnt hair. The air that had cleared out the smoke when the room’s other occupant had opened the window was fetid and humid, and clogged Archer’s throat. The temperature was too hot and it hit him hard, like stepping from air conditioning out into a hundred degree day. All he could do was stare.


Chapter 3