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Title: No Halo
Age and Genre: NA UF
Word Count: 113,000
Query:Nineteen years old and well over six feet tall, Abigail Aristoklis is a legitimate contender for heptathlon at the next Olympics. She can thank her guardian angel, Malakim, for her tremendous athleticism and natural charm. However, “Kim” is on a mission, and she’s using Abby body as her instrument of vengeance.
When Abby finally slays the demon Kim has sought for twenty years, she draws the attention of the supernatural community. Against her wishes, she's now their newest field agent for daytime emergencies.
Abby's first mission fails disastrously when Kim seizes control and nearly gets them both killed. Their target escapes, Abby is wanted for murder, and she now worries Kim might not be the benevolent angel she claims. After Abby’s new coworkers explain that a Malakim is actually a type of demon, Abby immediately banishes her. But when an archdemon threatens to rampage across Los Angeles, only Abby is in a position to stop it. To do so, she’ll need Kim’s assistance — if Abby can still trust Kim with her soul.
First 250 Words:
Dammit. 7:02 already? Van Priestley would be here any second and I was still getting dressed.
You didn’t have to invite him over for dinner, you know. We could have just gone to a restaurant like normal people, rather than wasting an entire hour grabbing take-out so we could pretend like I had cooked.
Naturally, my “live-in partner” didn’t let that one go.
<You’re awfully worried about impressing someone we plan on killing.>
I paused in the middle of putting in my earrings.
But are you sure he’s the one, Kim? I mean, he could just be some dude. And a really hot date.
<Abby, I already told you he’s the one. His soul’s not human. We should be preparing our attack, not preparing to sleep with him.>
I eyed my only pair of stilettos. At my height, heels required a particularly special occasion. Then again, this night was almost twenty years in the making.
<He must have addled your brain somehow, Abby. You’re putting our mission at risk, and we’ve waited far too long to blunder our way through this.>
Addled! My brain is not--
<Enough, Abby. I’m taking over.>
My hands moved on their own, ditching the pumps for a pair of ill-matching flats. With Kim’s fashion sense, I was grateful she didn’t grab sneakers.
Under my guardian spirit’s control, my body trotted out to the living room of my cramped one-bedroom.