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Fire & Brimstone is Now Available….Everywhere

Fire and Brimstone is now available everywhere for purchase. It took a little work to get it done, but it’s finally up at iBooks, Barnes & Noble, Amazon and many other amazing online book stores. 

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Fire & Brimstone

Chapter 1

 

“You’re fired,” Lucifer bit out as he openly glared at the small woman sitting across from him, silently daring her to argue with him, again.

Five goddamn long years he’d been trying to fire the woman staring back at him through deceptively innocent baby blue eyes and every single time she’d somehow managed to get out of it, but not today.

This time she’d gone too far.

“Is this about the uniforms?” Rebecca Shaw, the bane of his existence, asked with a slight frown that only managed to further piss him off.

Yes,” he snarled at the little hypochondriac that missed more days than all his other employees combined as he somehow resisted the urge to throttle the meddling woman that had made his life a living hell since the day that he’d foolishly hired her.

Her frown deepened as she glanced over her shoulder at the stack of boxes that had arrived only an hour ago. “Did they mess up the order?” she asked, having the balls to look adorably confused as she returned her attention back to him.

“You could say that,” he said, honestly surprised that he hadn’t resorted to shouting at the little pain in the ass yet.

He glanced at the Coca Cola clock hanging above the door and noted that it was still early. It usually took her a good ten minutes or so to reduce him to monosyllabic words and incoherent rants yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Damn it!” she groaned, getting to her feet. Shaking her head in disbelief, she walked over to the boxes that were being returned first thing in the morning and ripped open the box sitting by the door. “I was hoping we’d be able to have them by Friday,” she explained as she pulled out a black tee shirt and inspected it.

“I’m sure you were,” he said dryly as he watched her inspect a few of the shirts, aprons and pants that were neatly piled in the box.

“I’m not seeing a problem,” she said with that damn small sigh of hers that always grated on his nerves as she looked at the shirt in her hands before starting the inspection process all over again.

“Don’t you?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair and-

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded when the woman that he should have realized was crazy years ago pulled off her off-white Fire & Brimstone tee shirt and tossed it on his desk, leaving her in a black bra that looked like it was struggling to keep the large pale breasts that she’d somehow managed to shove inside it from bursting free.

“Trying on the new uniform,” she explained with an expression that clearly told him that it should have been more than obvious what the crazed woman was doing while he sat there, watching helplessly as she reached up and adjusted her bra, wondering where he’d gone wrong.

It was in that moment that he would forever be grateful that he was an ass man, otherwise-

“Don’t. Even. Fucking. Think. Of, it,” he bit out, stressing every syllable to make sure that she’d heard him.

She stopped unbuttoning her pants, opened her mouth to argue, but something in his expression must have clued the psychotic woman into the fact that he was seconds away from throttling her with his bare hands. With a long-suffering sigh that would put every man in his family to shame, she fixed her pants and tossed the slacks that she’d been seconds away from trying on back in the box.

“I still don’t see the problem,” she said, gesturing to the shirt that she’d had absolutely no business ordering.

“That’s because you’re-where the hell are you going?” he demanded when she suddenly turned around and left without another word, making her escape just as he was about to fire her ass and bringing his rage to the homicidal stage

He sat there for another minute, refusing to chase after her. He’d planned on firing her in his office, had actually fantasized about it, and he was damn well going to do it in his fucking office. He opened his mouth to demand that she get her ass back in there so that he could live out his fantasy when the next words out of her mouth had him releasing a vicious curse and racing for the door.

“Hey, Tim! What do you think of the new uniforms?”

He was going to kill her, he decided as he stormed out of his office and across the taproom to find the little pain in the ass showing everyone the uniform that she’d ordered behind his back.

“I love it!” Abigail, his bar manager, gushed approvingly, further pissing him off because there was nothing wrong with the fucking uniforms that he’d designed ten years ago!

“It’s about damn time,” Tim said with a smile that quickly disappeared when he spotted Lucifer walking towards them.

“I think this will go a lot better with the new…” Rebecca started to explain only to let her words trail off with a resigned sigh when he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. “Didn’t we talk about the manhandling?” she asked as she settled in over his shoulder, getting comfortable as he walked back to his office.

“We need to have a little chat,” he calmly explained, deciding that there really was no need to yell and ruin this momentous occasion.

“Another one?” she asked, not sounding particularly worried as he carried her back to his office, pausing only long enough to kick the door shut behind him before he deposited his unwanted waitress in the rickety old chair he saved for just such an occasion. With a sigh of his own, he returned to his desk, satisfied that everything in the world was as it should be.

He sat down, cleared his throat and opened his mouth to recite the speech that he’d been working on since the moment he’d realized his mistake hiring her, but after a slight pause he took a long, satisfying breath, deciding to savor the moment.

It was a mistake and part of him knew that when he’d decided to do it, but after five long years of hell and bullshit he hadn’t been able to help himself. After all the crazy bullshit she’d brought into his life he’d wanted to savor that one precious moment when he finally freed himself of her.

“I was hoping to talk to you this morning,” his own personal reminder that hell did in fact exist, said as she stood up and walked around his desk, but this time he’d been prepared and had stacked a large pile of folders on the corner of his desk earlier so that she couldn’t-

“What the hell do you think you’re doing” he demanded as she simply walked past the large pile of folders he’d stacked on his desk to keep her off her customary spot and hopped up on his desk.

Right. In. Front. Of. Him.

“Nothing,” she said, shooting him a frown as though he was the one that had lost his goddamn mind.

“Move,” he bit out between clenched teeth as she lazily crossed one leg over the other, leaned back and grabbed-

“Please tell me that you’re fucking kidding me,” he said when the crazed woman reached back and grabbed the clipboard that had helped make his life a living hell over the last five years.

He still wasn’t sure how she did it, but whenever she felt the urge to see if he was willing to do ten to life behind bars for manslaughter, she pulled out that damn clipboard. She never carried it around, but it always seemed to be within reaching distance, something that had driven him nuts until he realized that he was allowing this small, plump pain in the ass to have that much power over him. Once he’d figured it out, he’d forced himself not to care that she was able to pull that fucking torture device from thin air and ruin his whole fucking day with just a few key, “points.”

“I had to switch Jen to the morning shift, because I have an appointment this morning. But, I should be back in time for the lunch rush,” she began, trying to prolong the inevitable and bringing this whole thing to a new level of fucking pathetic.

“There’s no point in you coming back,” he explained before finally adding, “you’re fired.”

“Uh huh,” she mumbled absently, clearly ignoring him, which unfortunately for her was one of the things that pissed him off the most about her.

Well, to be honest he hated a lot of things about pretty much everyone. Except for his family. He tolerated them, because he had to or his mother would probably beat the shit out of him.

Then his father would, of course, feel obligated to kick his ass for upsetting his mother.

Then his brothers would try to kick his ass. That is, if he survived the ass whooping from his father, which wasn’t likely. So, for self-preservation, he tolerated his family.

To a point.

He might have to acknowledge them and refrain from killing them when they annoyed the shit out of him, but he didn’t have to let them in his restaurant no matter how much they bitched and God, did they bitch.

“I’ll be back for the lunch rush,” the thorn in his side repeated, reminding him that he was supposed to be living out his fantasy.

There was no way in hell that he was allowing her to ruin this for him. He’d dreamed of doing this and now that he was doing it, he was going to savor every second of it.

“You’re fired,” he repeated, taking perverse satisfaction in letting those two words roll off his tongue.

“I had Eric go through the refrigerator this morning and clean it out today instead of tomorrow since we’re getting the delivery in the morning,” she said with a little frown that he refused to find adorable as she absently reached down, grabbed his coffee and took a sip before he could stop her. As soon as she was done, he took the cup away from her.

“Didn’t you hear what I just said?” he asked with a glare as the frustrating woman took the cup out of his and took another sip before handing it back to him, leaving him sitting there, glaring at the woman that refused to leave.

“I also had to let Jeff go this morning,” she said, grabbing his attention in a big way.

“You did what?” he snapped, taking note of the time that she’d set a new record for making him lose his fucking mind.

“I fired him,” she said with a shrug as though it was no big deal.

It was a big fucking deal!

“Who the hell do you think you are firing one of my employ-,” he started to demand only to get cut off and left speeches by the little brat as she tossed the clipboard to him, hopped off his desk and headed for the door.

“He was calling hookers from the business line and using petty cash to pay them. Well, I’ll be back in a few hours!” she said cheerfully as he sat there, staring at the door long after she’d left, wondering how she’d managed to keep doing this to him.

It wouldn’t happen again, he promised himself as he grabbed his own clipboard and headed for the morning meeting, determined to salvage the rest of the day. When he was done he’d come back and try this again, but this time he would succeed. After he’d finally managed to fire her, he would focus on finding a way to evict the little pain in the ass from the apartment he’d stupidly leased to her.

 

© Rerum Industries, Inc. 2016. All Rights Reserved. 

5 Responses to “Fire & Brimstone is Now Available….Everywhere”

  1. Kimberly says:

    Why do you name so many of your characters Christopher? I love your books. With the exception of Double Dare they have all been great. It is frustrating to read such talent with so much redundancy. I might be wrong but so far I read 3 books where the main character is Christopher. It makes the reader loose focus. Especially when 2 of the Christopher a are in the same book. I know you have a better imagination then that.

    • R.L. Mathewson says:

      Good morning, Kimberly 🙂

      I’m sorry you feel that way about the name Christopher being used more than once, but I’m actually more than fine with it for a reason. In the Pyte series it’s Chris for our Sentinel. Christofer for the Pyte. His book was actually written first before Ephraim’s. I’d taken the time to research a name that would fit him and one that would throw readers off a bit when it came to be his turn and not because of Chris. Since each character goes by different names, Chris, Christofer, and Lucifer I was definitely okay with it. Will any variation of Chris be used again? No, because there are no more books that were started with that name.

      I’m also sorry that you didn’t enjoy Double Dare. I can’t really do anything about that. Some books are hits and some are misses. I’ve dealt with that myself when reading my favorite authors in the past. Some of the books I’ve absolutely loved and some I just didn’t enjoy. It happens. It’s going to happen with every book, because every book is different and appeals to different readers.

      In any case, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day and that this clears up my reasoning for using the variations of Chris.

      Thank you for taking your time to write and express your feelings on the matter,
      R.L.

  2. carmen says:

    I loved this book Fire & Brimstone! I have loved all the books from the neighbor from hell series. For me they are all funny and sexy and I cant wait to read the next book in the Neighbor from Hell series to see what you come up with next.

  3. carmen says:

    I loved this book Fire & Brimstone! I have loved all the books from the neighbor from hell series. For me they are all funny and sexy and I cant wait to read the next book in the Neighbor from Hell series to see what you come up with next.

  4. Laurie says:

    I bought this book after hitting a deer with my car. I was waiting at my husbands work so we could go get the rental and since I was all caught up on the Bradfords I was looking for another story. So I decided I deserved it and bought it, Best Buy ever. Got lost in the story and only surfaced when I heard my hubby tell his bosses he was putting a cow catcher on my car

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