Wicked (A Damned Novel #2) by LM Pruitt

Wicked (A Damned Novel #2)
by LM Pruitt

Release Date: April 2017

All things truly wicked start from innocence. 

—Ernest Hemingway

Being a demon isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Especially when you make a massive mistake your first month on the job.

Even more so when your sister is one of the all-star players on the other team.

Add in the rumors of not one but two coups and it’s not hard to see—something wicked this way comes….


A few months ago, I got introduced to the writing of L.M Pruitt by doing the review for Silk! It was a murder/mystery book and it was utterly brilliant!  I completely fell in love with her writing and when the opportunity came to read and review Wicked I could not resist.

I did not realize that Wicked is the second book of the Damned Series, as I started reading I realized that I was really missing something so after looking on amazon and GoodReads, I realized that this was book 2 and it was not one of those standalone where I could read without knowing too much what happened before.

So I went back and I got my hands on Damned and I started reading. so to give you a bit of a background, Julie is a southern belle who out of the blue gets recruited to become a Lust Demon (a succubus) and as such loses her soul but moves in with one of the higher up demons of the underworld.

I really liked the fact that here demons are not shown as inherently evil, but doing an important job and brining balance.  I like the choice made of showing the needed balance of good and evil in the world.  Now, I am not saying that having evil around is ok, but nature is all about balance, so I get it!

Pretty much Damned cover the first 2 weeks of Julie as a demon until she makes a mistakes and this is were we start our story in Book 2 Wicked!  We get finally the answer to a massive question in book 1 and we go on from there.

I am not going to dig in deeper, but I love how the story picked up from establishing characters to now adding more elements of strife and intrigue.  There are things happening in the background and our girl ends up in the middle of it all.

The writing is really great, and I am really loving the storyline so far and if I am not mistaken, you will also be getting the following book’s review very soon!  I am not sure how long this series will go for, but I am hoping it will stay as riveting and maintain the high standards already shown.

I am having so much fun with the characters, Winged (angels) and the demons and I gotta say that the demons are so so so much fun!  Which is really funning coming from me, when we all know that I am a huge angel fan in general.

Both books are fun, sexy and all over entertaining and I can only recommend them to you guys but like I said, you need to start with Damned first and then you can go on into Wicked!

I really hope you enjoy them as much as I did and I cannot wait till I read book 3 of the series!

I’d been wrong.
You could, in fact, be overdressed.
And in my case, I was very, very overdressed.
I tugged on Barry’s sleeve until he leaned down. Pressing my lips to his ear, I whispered, “Remind me to take your advice the next time you offer it.”
Every person in the room, archangel and human/Winged, was wearing jeans and boots. Some wore tank tops, others wore t-shirts or long-sleeved Henleys. Jackets were thrown on a chair in the corner which looked as if it was set there specifically for that purpose. Another corner had been turned in to some sort of nursery area, at least a dozen children of varying ages occupying themselves with toys which were, thankfully, quiet.
One by one, they all turned to look at me and Barry—or really, just me. I doubted Barry was the subject of the intense and blatant interest and scrutiny. I cleared my throat
and offered a half-hearted wave. “Hello.”
Joanne looked up from the stack of papers in her lap and sighed. “Julie. Really?”
“What?” I lifted my chin, crossing my arms over my chest and frowning. Maybe it was her more than obvious disappointment, such a perfect mirror of my mother’s, but I was immediately defensive. “What’s wrong with this? I wore this to one of the country club events.”
“Which should have been an indicator that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t the most suitable thing to wear.” She waved her hand around the room, which, while almost as luxuriously furnished as Barry’s was definitely still a tent. “Is there anything about this place which screams ‘country club’?”
“Or ‘ball’?” A tall, lanky redhead who looked as if he had more questions in life than answers laughed and shook his head. “We don’t have balls here.” He immediately closed his eyes and sighed. “Please, please forget I said that.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’ll say something even stupider before the end of this meeting.” Gabriel nodded at me from across the room. “Nice to see you not looking like death warmed over.”
“You’ll have to forgive my brother—he’s recently developed what might be called a morbid sense of humor.” The man who seemed to always be within arms’ reach of Joanne stood, crossing the room and extending his hand. “We’ve met before but I understand you don’t remember me. I’m Michael.”
A vague memory, distorted by alcohol and time, drifted to the forefront of my mind. Ignoring his hand and narrowing my eyes, I said, “You mentioned something about escorting me to hell.”
“To be fair, I was annoyed at the time.” He lifted his brows, nodding pointedly at his still extended hand. “And I don’t think you’re in a position to be commenting on people’s manners given the male company you were keeping at the time.”
“Is there anybody who doesn’t know about David?” I threw my arms up, my voice spiking in annoyance. “Seriously, Joanne? Weren’t you the one who didn’t believe in spreading gossip?”
“There’s a world of difference between gossip and truth, Julie.” Her smile was far from amused.
“And you’re being rude to my husband.”
“Wait—I thought the other one was your husband.” I glanced around the room, snapping my fingers and pointing at the man locked in conversation with Gideon. “That one. Raphael.”
“Yes?” He looked up, his eyes unfocused, his confusion obvious. “Did someone say my name?”
“Never mind. Go back to curing cancer.” Joanne waved her hand absently, her attention focused on me. “They’re both my husband.”
“Both of them?”
I spun to face Barry, watching the entire scene with no expression whatsoever.
“Seriously? Seriously?”


About the Author:

L.M. Pruitt has been reading since before she can remember, and writing nearly as long. She fell in love with New Orleans after spending one week there, and visits the city as often as her schedule permits–which isn’t nearly often enough. She is the best selling author of the Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, the Frankie Post series, and the Winged series. She makes her home in Florida.

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