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What if the Devil’s daughter rebelled against their hellion ways of life?
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by Alissa T. Hunter

A Morning Star Institute Novel

Genre  YA Dark Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Tags  Vampire, Angels, Demons, Magic, Sorcery, shape shifting, werewolves, Hellhound, devil, Banshee, Prophecy, Tattoo, War, Apollyon, Abaddon, Moon Goddess, Succubus, Sorority, Ritual, Good versus Evil, Underworld, Hell, school, Academy, Greece, End of World, Life Altering, Secrets, Wings, Nephilim, Gothic Castle,

Release  July 4, 2014

Words  80342

Pages 268

ISBN  978-1-77127-561-3

Price  $5.95

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Being the daughter to the Devil has its draw backs, just ask seventeen-year-old Desdemona Starr, aka Dessi, who attends the Morning Star Institute, a private school where teenage Hellions, paranormals like Dessi, can learn and practice their Hell-given crafts.  There Dessi’s life takes a dramatic turn towards chaos when she learns she’s part of a prophecy foretelling that she will one day tip the scale of Light or Dark, ultimately creating a war between Heaven and Hell. 

 Dessi finds herself at the top of the hit list when soul-sucking demons attack the institute in an attempt to end the prophecy. Thankfully, Dessi has two of the strongest teenage shape-shifting-Hellhound-boys on her side. Not to mention finding herself within a love triangle can only complicate matters. Until she chooses her path and the prophecy ends, her internal war between Light and Dark is not over. Danger lurks around the corner with the help of her friends, she’ll be ready!


“I don’t think you’re weak or incompetent,” he said, his mouth close to my ear.

You have a funny way of showing it.

“You don’t?” I asked, voice rising in anger. “Really?”

Ace contemplated for a few moments before he said, “No, just the opposite, in fact. You’re this smart, amazing girl who in truth be told, scares the living daylights out of me with how passionately you care about everything and everyone. You have this fierce light burning inside you that’s downright irresistible.”

His breath against the side of my face made it hard for me to concentrate—to remember I was mad at him. I spoke in short, clipped words to deflect how weak he made me feel on the inside. “Then why were you bled for me?” There, I finally said what was really bothering me.

I felt his body go rigid behind me. Looking back and up, I could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. Then to my surprise, he released me. I watched him turn and walk away toward the large rack hanging on the wall where he retrieved two long, wooden fighting sticks. He walked back over and tossed me one. “What’s this for?” I asked, catching it.

“Shut up and fight,” he said, making the first swing, which I deflected—not gracefully mind you, caught off guard. I stepped back, eyeing this new tough-loveAce with uncertainty.

“I thought you wanted to fight, Dess, so come on, fight!”

My eyes became cat-like, thin, narrowed slits. “Fine.” I shrugged. “Have it your way.” I swung.

Ace already saw it coming, stepped out of the way and hit the back of my stick, making me wobble to catch my step. I swung again, this time making contact with his quarter staff, but he was faster and still managed to hit me, nearly knocking me to the ground. I needed a different method. When I came back around at him this time, I swung, hitting the side of his staff and then kicked him in the hamstring. What, we never established the rules. I smiled when he teetered on his feet for a split second, but just as fast, the smile was wiped clean from my face when he did a lung-swing maneuver and knocked me a good one against my side. At least he missed a kidney— there’d still be a nasty bruise when this was over, however.

“Still feel like talking?” Ace asked with a taunting smile.

I looked up and met his eyes as I circled him, trying to regain some of my breath. This time I waited for him to make another move. When he tried the same lung-swing combination, I did a little half-jump, half-spin, landing in a crouch on my toes behind him, hitting him behind his ankles with my staff. His knees buckled, but before he could hit the ground, he turned and hit my knuckles with his staff, making me loosen the hold I had on mine before outright taking it from me.

“Sorry,” he said, smiling.

“Not as sorry as me,” I said, before striding forward and punching him in the face.

Ace staggered back from being caught unaware. I grasped my fist close to my chest. It’d been a good one. I really hoped I hadn’t broken a bone in my hand.

He wiped his hand across his mouth, staring down in amazement at the blood left there. “Oww,” he said in that mordant way he liked to talk. I knew it couldn’t have hurt him that bad; he’d taken a lot worse than a girl’s punch to the face during his trainings, though I may have gotten a little carried away. Somewhere along the line I’d lost myself in the one-on-one combat. Ace had been right, I just wanted a fight.

And he was giving me one.

Before I knew what was happening, my feet were kicked out from under me, my backside hitting the hard gym floor. He had distracted me with the after effect of my punch. Air whooshed from my lungs. I coughed a few times and then inhaled deeply, trying to reclaim the air I’d lost.

Blinking past the pain, I focused on Ace as he bent down to look over the top at me. “Have you had enough, little Starr?” While he was busy getting off teaching me a valuable lesson, my left hand was outstretched, reaching for the fighting stick Ace had carelessly set down to bend over me. My fingers curled around the staff, and when he stood up allowing me room, I swung up hard.

I hit him in the side of his knee and then once near his groin, careful not to do extensive damage because even I wasn’t that cruel. He fell down to the mat beside me, gasping in pain.

When I was sure he was done and wasn’t just trying to swindle me, I collapsed back down beside him—lungs still feeling as though they were on fire, my entire body ached.

I turned my head toward where Ace lay on the mat beside me to see he was already looking at me. And even though we were both spent from the fight, both breathing hard, an all new kind of energy took shape right before our very eyes.

Just as sudden as we had begun throwing punches, we were all over each other, pain temporarily forgotten. Arms and legs tangling together in a heap, neither of us knowing what we wanted or where to start, only that we needed each other.

Emotion filled my body, warm and wonderful emotion, something I hadn’t felt in… I’m not sure when. When my mouth crushed against his, he let out a small wince from where his lip was split from where I punched his face. “Sorry,” I said, which was muffled when Ace kissed me again, this time ignoring the pain.

I rolled on top of him only to have him push me backward off of him, hitting the mat hard with my back as he rolled on top of me. I let out a small laugh, and Ace smiled down at me, brushing my hair out of my face which had fallen out of the pony-tail I’d had it in before all this. But this was how we were together; both fighting for the control.




Wednesday, 15 October 2014
I almost read "Malicious" in one sitting. If it weren't for the responsibilities of life I would have just kept reading. I love the original concept and the fact that Ms. Hunter left me wanting more!! I can't wait to read her next book.

Tracy Stephens
Sunday, 06 July 2014
Excellent first novel by a promising young author! Great original concept, fast paced plot, interesting characters who will keep you guessing if they're good or bad, which side of good and evil they are on! Characters are well developed, with appropriate actions and language for their age group. Just the right element of suspense and romance; exciting battles with minimal descriptiveness of blood and gore- just my type because I don't like horror-type gore. It's a page turner, read it in one day! I am so looking forward to the next book in this series! Well done Ms. Hunter! You're on my favorites list!

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