Lost Wages of Sin

Sinners and Saints 

Book 1

Rosalie Stanton

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing

Date of Publication: June 13, 2014

ISBN: 9781784300487

ASIN: Not yet available

Number of pages: 260

Word Count: 91k

 

BLURB

Working for Lucifer is the best job in the universe, until the day it’s not. Then you’re on your own, with Hell at your heels.

Ava, Sin of Greed, has had a rough week. The angel she planned to make a life with left her with nothing but a Dear Jane letter. Even worse, Lucifer believes she spilled Hell’s secrets to her ex, and her boss’s temper is notoriously apocalyptic.

For centuries, Dante kept his feelings for Ava under lock-and-key. The one time he pursued something more, he nearly lost her for good. Lesson learned. However, when he hears of her planned elopement, all bets are off. Not having Ava was a reality he could accept. Losing her to an angel is something else entirely.

Now, Ava, once Hell’s golden child, is fleeing for her life. When her old friend Dante shows up, her first instinct is to send him packing. But Dante is more than a friend—he’s the only other man who tempted her, and his fierce loyalty challenges everything she thought she knew about him. As Ava prepares to battle the devil himself, she can’t keep from getting closer to Dante…though she doubts her heart can survive another break.

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Rosalie Stanton is a multi-published erotic romance author, with emphasis in paranormal and urban fantasy. A lifelong enthusiast of larger than life characters, Rosalie enjoys building worlds filled with strong heroes and heroines of all backgrounds. 

Rosalie lives in Missouri with her husband. At an early age, she discovered a talent for creating worlds, which evolved into a love of words and storytelling. Rosalie graduated with a degree in English. As the granddaughter of an evangelical minister, Rosalie applied herself equally in school in the creative writing and religious studies departments, which had an interesting impact on her writing. When her attention is not engaged by writing or editing, she enjoys spending time with close friends and family.

Rosalie is represented by Tish Beaty at the L. Perkins Agency

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Coming Home Again For The First Time – On Rewriting and Rereleasing

I’ve been here before.

Not just in terms of a release, but in the terms of a re-release. Not just in terms of a re-release, but in a concept I felt the need to revisit and perfect. 

I’m not sure about other authors, but for me, the work is never done. The worlds I create are living entities that evolve and reveal new features of themselves the longer I know them. People will ask me questions about characters for which I have no answers, not necessarily because I haven’t thought about it, but because the character hasn’t told me yet. Any time I try to force an answer, it doesn’t go well, so I’ve stopped trying. The other day, at my Facebook release party, I was asked where, when, and by who Dante, the hero from Lost Wages of Sin, was turned. I didn’t have an answer, because Dante hasn’t decided to this date to share too much of that experience with me.

Some authors might assert that you need to know everything about everything in your world before thinking about sending it for publication. For me, knowing everything is like asking a magician to walk you through a magic trick. Some things are best left when they occur to you, rather than when they’re explained to you. However, I definitely agree that I personally didn’t know enough about the world when the first Lost Wages of Sin hit the e-book shelves in 2011. It wasn’t until I started working on the second book that the world revealed itself to me. 

I didn’t realize, for instance, what an essential role Lilith would play in the overall series. When I first began constructing the Sinners & Saints universe, I thought the major conflict would be between Lucifer’s Sins and Big J’s Virtues, and the demons and angels thrown in for good measure. Lucifer hadn’t told me by that point that he had an ex-wife, nor what kind of woman she was. Aggravating as his omission was, I can’t say I blame him—Lilith’s not a pleasant woman, and their failed marriage is a rather sore subject for Lucifer. I also didn’t realize how deeply Lucifer’s past with Lilith had impacted his friendship with Big J. Most of all, I didn’t realize that one of the points of the series was rebuilding Lucifer and Big J’s relationship, and how much they really mean to each other.

For me, the answer to things I’ve learned about a world as I go, as well as things that contradict what I initially thought, is never to ignore it or write around it. If characters are telling you one thing, that’s the story you write. Resisting them doesn’t end well. I’ve done that before—made characters behave counter-intuitively to themselves, and in turn, they gave me a much-deserved ass-kicking. And this doesn’t mean incorporating every idea that comes to me as the series is mapped out. There are certain things that strike me as “interesting” and go into the “maybe” column; there are other things that smack me across the face as a universal truth within the world I’ve written and cannot, for the life of me, be ignored.

This is what makes the writing process fun, unpredictable, and infuriating at times. Imagine hearing a quote in high school that really resonates with you. One you repeat to friends and family, recite to yourself on particularly shitty days, make the signature line on your emails, and habitually reference in conversation. Fast-forward five years. You learn you’ve been misquoting your favorite quote all along, and your misquote has a completely different meaning from the real thing…and the real quote blows your mind a second time. Not only that, you’ve grown since the first time you’ve heard it, so your new experiences inform how the quote resonates with you, perhaps laying the foundation to something completely different.

The quote in this example can be anything. A book, movie, song, painting, political theory—anything that affects us one way during one period of our lives can hit us completely different but no less profoundly later on. New interactions with this device might become even more significant to us, but novelty doesn’t erase the importance of that initial point of contact. To apply this to writing, I was tremendously excited when I first began exploring my Sinners & Saints world. Learning the things I did about it later on just made the world more complex and interesting to me as its creator. In order for the series to be seamless, returning to the first installment and implementing the things I’d learned wasn’t just necessary for continuity purposes—it was essential for me, because I hadn’t done the story justice the first time. I couldn’t—I didn’t have all the facts.

“But Rosalie,” you might find yourself asking, and rightfully so, “How can we trust this version is the right version? That you won’t do this again in five years and completely screw it up?”

This time, it’s different. 

What a crappy line, but a true one nonetheless.

I know this time in ways I didn’t know last time. I wish there was something else to add to that, but that’s pretty much all I can say. As an author, you know when you get it right. One of my other works, Know Thine Enemy, is completely mine. I own the rights, and if I were so inclined, I could go back, re-edit, rewrite, and re-release…but I have zero desire to, because I took my time with it and told the story right the first time. Whether or not it’s any good is not for me to decide, but as the creator, I told the story I wanted to tell the way I wanted to and am satisfied with the results. I didn’t do that with Lost Wages of Sin in 2010. I was more interested in selling the story than telling the story, and while I am endlessly grateful to those readers who fell in love with Dante, Ava, and Lucifer the first time around—readers who saw through the story’s flaws—I am tremendously excited now for the story…for the story’s sake. Not for my sake. For the readers who stayed with me, like the wonderful Wendy Mitchell, and those I pick up along the way.

Re-releases are a hard sell, I know, especially in a market already saturated with other authors’ works—authors who had a much better grasp on their worlds the first time around are understandably more attractive alternatives to those who had their chance and retracted it. Some people might wonder why a storyteller should even get a second chance, especially if she’s a loudmouth like me who proclaims proudly that any creative issue I had with the series would be fixed. 

This would be a leap of faith. Sorry, guys. I can’t convince you. All I can do is hope you join me for the ride. ’Cause this is one I’m determined to enjoy.

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EXCERPT

Someone thumped her on the shoulder and sent her spiraling out of her thoughts. A jolt rushed through her body and everything went on autopilot. Ava jumped to her feet, formed a fist, and landed a blind punch in less than three seconds. It took another ten seconds for her scattered mind to piece together what had just occurred, and by then she was staring into an all-too familiar pair of crystal blue eyes.

Ava blinked. Hard. “Dante?”

“Fucking hell,” he cursed, cradling his nose and scowling at her. “What’d you do that for?”

“What the hell were you sneaking up on me for?”

“I didn’t sneak!”

Ava looked around, then waved a hand. “This is a graveyard, Dante. In the middle of the night in Nowheresville. You don’t just…I dunno, touch someone. You let someone know you’re there.”

“And here I thought getting your attention would do that just fine.”

“Not like that!”

“Next time I’ll read the fucking rule book.” Dante dropped his hands and sniffed. A small fleck of blood colored the space between his nose and lips, but other than looking a little swollen, he seemed otherwise undamaged. “If this is the way you greet your friends, it’s no small wonder the whole of Hades is after your sorry ass.”

 Ava’s shoulders dropped and she rolled her head back, a long groan riding off her lips. “You know about that?”

“What other reason would I have to be… Where the fuck are we?”

“Mississippi.”

Dante offered a dramatic sigh, though something in his eyes told her he’d only asked for show. Even at his drunkest, he wasn’t the sort to forget what state he was in.

“Mississippi,” he muttered. “So that’s what that smell is.”

On the other hand… Ava straightened her spine and arched an eyebrow at him. “So…what? You come out here to make fun of the locals?”

“No,” he replied coolly, wiping the stray speck of blood off his otherwise pale, pristine skin. “I came here for you.”

Everything in her stilled. Though she’d heard him the first time, the words had a way of really sinking in upon repetition. As though it took a time delay for her to realize there was no reason aside from her current problem that Dante should be out here with her—or here at all. He wasn’t the sort of guy to crash in antebellum tourist traps. 

“You came here for me,” she echoed. “Why?”

He shrugged a shoulder, his face blanking the way it did when he wanted to appear blasé. “Why not?”

“Come on.”

“Thought you could use a friend.”

Ava stared at him a moment longer, then sighed heavily and tore her gaze to the ground. Yeah, she supposed she could use a friend. Or a whole army of them. And though Dante wasn’t the first person she would have called, she couldn’t deny she was happy to see him.

Not that his presence answered her questions. If anything, he added to the pile.

“I take it Merle gave you the message,” she murmured. “About…”

“The angel?” One perfect eyebrow arched. Actually, there wasn’t much about Dante that wasn’t perfect. Physically, at least. One of his most annoying qualities also happened to be his most prized. There was nothing worse than a man who knew just how damn good he looked.

Truly, Dante had always seemed a bit too perfect when it came to the male form. He was only a few inches taller than she and had a body built for debauchery, complete with strong arms and a marble-carved chest. Tonight, he was wrapped in a snug pair of jeans and a form-fitting long-sleeved navy tee, which made his pale skin seem paler. His hair was coal black and his eyes sparkled blue. Ava had always loved his eyes.

And thinking about his perfect eyes right now on the cusp of a broken heart while all of Hell nipped her heels was probably the last in a very long line of bad ideas. At once she felt overtly vulnerable, exposed. Standing in a strange town under strange circumstances with him, her oldest friend, seeming one part savior and one part…pissed.

Nothing in her world made sense right now. Dante had just muddied things up even more.

“Yeah,” she said when she remembered to speak. “The angel. Merle told you.”

Dante nodded solemnly. “That was the plan, right?”

Ava released a shaky breath, her mind spinning so fast it was a small wonder she remained standing. Looking at Dante now with everything that had happened in the past week still heavy on her heart, with the uncertainty of her future, took her suddenly oddly-shaped world and turned it on its head. She felt like she was living in the funhouse mirror version of her reality. Sebastian, then the Binsfeld Six, and now her vampire.

At some point she had to wake up.

“What are you doing here?” she asked again. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

“Not much,” he admitted, stepping forward.

There was something guarded in his gaze, and so help her if she started analyzing every little look from Dante, she would lose her mind. Trying to figure out what he was doing here was work enough.

“Not much.”

He nodded. “Just that you were out here. And you could use a friend.”

This admission did little to answer her questions. Her friendship with Dante was not a secret, by any means, yet she couldn’t speculate as to why anyone right now would decide to throw her a lifeline. Being alone certainly hadn’t done much for her…yet there was a good reason she hadn’t gone to Dante in the first place.

Dante was the kind of friend who was there for the good times and gone for the bad. At least in her experience. If he had any idea what was really going on, he’d make tracks. The large, cartoonish kind.

But Dante didn’t know. Hell, he didn’t even know what she was. His knowledge beyond his own kind was rather limited, and while his experience with others of Lilith’s children left him with a relatively grounded understanding of how the world worked, certain things—like Hell and all its residents—remained more or less relegated to the realm of other. He was aware Hell existed, sure, and had figured her for a demon early in their relationship, but otherwise boasted little knowledge of Lucifer or the pit beyond what was assumed through myth.

Seven centuries and he had no idea she was part of that myth. She’d never mentioned it, and he likely hadn’t thought to ask. His perception of her role had been established on the legs of their meeting, which, as it was, had been entirely accidental. It just so happened she didn’t like watching anyone, demon or otherwise, suffer at the hands of holy men, and in saving Dante’s life all those years ago, she’d earned a permanent ally.

Well, until now. Her own brand of permanence was about to run out, and of course Dante wouldn’t know why. If she explained the significance of what had occurred with Sebastian, and how limited her future was, he would be gone. She wouldn’t know to miss him.

Still, she owed him explanations. Dante was the one loose end she had—the only one who wouldn’t know why she was gone when Lucifer finally came to collect her life. Her siblings knew what was coming. Dante was the last person to whom to pay her regards.

Perhaps that was why someone had sent him to her. So she could do right by her one earthly friend and say goodbye.

“I could,” Ava admitted softly. “Use a friend. I’m glad you’re here.”

A shadow crossed Dante’s face. “That’s not good.”

She frowned. “What? That I’m glad you’re here?”

“Yeah. You’re never glad I’m near these days.” He laughed shortly. “You must really be into some deep shit.”

“You have no idea.”

“All this over an angel.”

The corner of Ava’s mouth pulled into a grin, and for a moment she felt somewhat like her old self. “More or less.”

“An angel, Ava. For fuck’s sake, what happened to your dignity?”

“Where were you three weeks ago?”

“I dunno, but if I’d known you were gonna be falling for one of those winged assholes, you’d better believe I’d have dropped everything to beat some sense into you.”

She snickered. “Like you could take me.”

“You never give me the chance to try,” he retorted, his eyes gleaming.

“Your ego is too fragile to handle getting your ass handed to you by a girl.”

“So you’ve told me. And told me. And told me. You know what they say about words and actions, don’t you, love?”

A small thrill raced down her spine, her insides igniting with heat and a rush of good old-fashioned nostalgia. “Wanna grab a beer?” she asked. “Or, you know, a burger? I don’t think I’ve eaten in a week.” She paused, then waved at him. “You can consider it the last meal of a condemned man.”

“‘Cause you’re gonna kick my ass, right?”

“That’s the plan.”

Dante grinned ear-to-ear. “Thought you’d never ask.”

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