BLURB:

If only reality was a simple truth, and devils only existed in dark fairy tales.

What do you do when someone you love goes missing and the only lead you have is a notorious motorcycle gang known for stealing and selling off women?

In most cases, the authorities get called, a missing person’s report gets filed, an investigation ensues. Most people use these official channels to get word out, to keep themselves out of harm's way, to keep hope that the loved one will be located, happy ending or otherwise.

But I am not most people. I don't call authorities or file reports because an official investigation wouldn’t delve deep enough into evil to solve the mystery that is the disappearance of my sister.

An evil that runs so deep it’s impossible to know who is truly trustworthy, and who I can count on when the final showdown comes and I’m face-to-face with the demons that society pretends don’t exist.

So, having no other choice, I infiltrate an organization that would happily use me for sport for the rest of my miserable life. I target possible allies behind those enemy lines. I seek out the unsuspecting people who appear to have reasons to fight back against the very faction they work for, people who still have something to fight for.

People like Zion Cruz, Sargent at Arms and resident a-hole extraordinaire who historically has at least one conscientious bone in his body, and maybe even a secret or two that I can use against him. Because when I dive down into Hell, I’m taking them all with me.

My name is Vivian Jones. And I am a seeker of the dark.