A Devilishly Good Series ~ Princess of Hell by @EveLanglais #PNR #romance #bookpromo



Title: Lucifer’s Daughter (Princess of Hell Book 1)

Author: Eve Langlais

Genre: Paranormal Romance (Demons and Devils)


Book Blurb:

It drives my dad nuts I’m such a goody two shoes, but the fact that I’m a virgin makes smoke pour from his ears. See, I’m determined to save myself for love, but daddy dear, more commonly known as Lucifer, just wants me to stop being an embarrassment. Would it kill you to sin a little?

Maybe he’ll get his wish because I met an intriguing hunk last night in my bar. Could he be the one? He certainly melts my panties like marshmallows over the coals of Hell, but do I dare trust him? My last boyfriend thought he’d gain infamy by killing me. He’s infamous all right. Dad had him mounted on a wall, his version of modern art titled, ‘Touch my baby girl and die’. Cute in a twisted way.

My love life isn’t the only thing I’ve got to worry about. There’s someone threatening the denizens of Hell, and while my daddy says to not worry my pretty little head about it, I an involved because whoever is behind the attacks keeps coming after me.

Bring it. I’m not afraid. Being a princess of Hell means that sometimes I have to grab a demon by the horns and slap it around. It’s what keeps my ass looking great.

Nothing in my life is ever simple, and I blame that on my dad, Lucifer. Assassination attempts, hellhounds, and a rebellion in Hell? A piece of cake compared to the turmoil in my heart. No one ever told me love would be the toughest battle of all.


Exclusive Excerpt:

Despite my attempt to mollify him, my dad still sat on the couch, looking as if I’d graduated with honors all over again. Good thing none of his minions were around to see. It was probably some kind of sin that a part of me was glad to know that, around me, Daddy didn’t feel as if he had to put on an act. I mean, it had to be hard, being evil all the time. Even bad guys needed a break–and someone to love them.

“Dad, I know what will cheer you up. Why don’t you go back to Hell and torture a few of the demons who are bad-mouthing you and show them you’re still boss? Start a few eternal fires, make a grand speech about everyone bowing to the king of Hades or facing the flames of perdition.”

“You’re just trying to get rid of me,” he said, his tone sulky. Although I could see my words had perked him up a bit.

“Yes and no. I have to open the bar in, like, twenty minutes; so, yes, I am trying to get you to leave, but,” I said, throwing my arms around him and hugging him tight, “I love you, and I don’t like to see you like this.”

“I don’t know why, but I’m attached to you, too. Probably some kind of mental defect,” Satan said grumpily as he hugged me back. Despite his conviction that affection meant some kind of disease, I cherished moments like these; they tended to be few and far between. “Try to be bad,” were his last words before popping out of sight.

The smell of brimstone—the predominant perfume of Hell, and my dad’s calling card—hung in the air, the hard-to-wash miasma clinging to my sweater. Great, now I needed to change again. I was on this plane incognito. As in, trying to live a somewhat normal life.

Hurrying, because I was now definitely running late, I changed my yellow crew-neck T-shirt to a tight, pink, scoop-necked one. I tucked it into my skin-tight white jeans, and then I yanked on my pink ankle boots with furry cuffs because everyone knew, no matter how fabulous the clothes, it was all about the footwear. I grabbed my keys and white lambs-wool jacket and hightailed it out the door.

As soon as I exited the building, the wind caught at my hair. Stupid me, I’d left the almost waist-length locks loose. The long, silken strands plastered themselves across my face and restricted my view. Through the hairy skein, I could see only in patches.

With no time to go back and tie it up, I squinted as best as I could and cursed–some of it pretty colorful, considering the people I knew–and trudged off to work.

However, the gods were conspiring against me. And by gods, I specifically meant Loki, that Norse deity of mischief. Turn the god of tricks down for a date, and ever since, gusts of wind arose out of nowhere plastering my hair to my face and brick walls suddenly appeared.

And I walked face first into it.



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Author Biography:

~ New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author

Hello, my name is Eve and I am a Canadian author who loves to write hot romance, usually with hot shifters, cyborgs or aliens. I should warn you that I possess a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose in my writing.

I love to write, and while I don’t always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.

Thanks so much for coming by and checking me out. If you’d like to know more, read some excerpts or find out what’s coming next, then please visit me at http://www.EveLanglais.com

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Happy reading!
Eve Langlais


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Snowballs in Hell - Book 2


Title: Snowballs in Hell (Princess of Hell Book 2)

Author: Eve Langlais

Genre: Paranormal Romance (Demon/Devil)


Book Blurb:

Warning: The following is a very adult urban fantasy containing sexual scenes, violence and twisted situations that some people might find offensive. Reader discretion is advised. 


Hi, I’m Muriel, misbegotten daughter of Satan, and once again, my life is in turmoil. The cowled one who tortured me left a curse on my mind, one that makes me afraid. Completely unacceptable, but in order to remove it, I have to do something even worse—betray my beloved by bringing another man into our bed.
As if having to participate in a threesome isn’t traumatizing enough, Hell has frozen over, and as much as I think Hades looks pretty in a blanket of white, the repercussions are severe. It’s a good thing this princess of Hell has two lovers determined to charge my magic in pleasurable ways.
I’ll admit it’s not easy having nympho magic, but I’m prepared to suck it up—and swallow—for the sake of saving the world.

Time to grab my sword and feed it some fresh demonic blood. The fate of not just Hell, but the world, depends on me.


Exclusive Excerpt * Spoiler Alert- may have spoilers for the previous book(s) in them, in terms of the characters that are, or are not, present *:

Exhausted, but a lot richer—the bar had sold an obscene amount of booze—I began my walk home. This was the first time since I’d met Auric that I didn’t have company, and to my annoyance, I missed it.

Auric usually held my hand when we walked home, or on lucky nights, we flew. He might be a fallen angel, but due to a deal he’d brokered with my dad—where Auric actually kept his soul—he gained a pair of shadow wings. I loved it when he held me and swooped through the night like a dark knight preparing to debauch me.

Lost in my thoughts, I almost walked right into the trap, but luckily for me, the stench of demon acted like smelling salts. I snapped to attention. Scanning the darkness around me, the street lamps on this section of the sidewalk dead—or intentionally broken—I listened for a sound to tell me in which direction they would be coming.

I pulled my silver enchanted blades from my thigh holsters—never leave home unless armed—and palmed them. A quick chant invoked the fire within them, a magic bought from dragons and a magic so strong I couldn’t negate it.

A whisper of sound behind me made me spin, my foot arcing out and connecting with something that grunted. As my opponent staggered, I popped into a ready position. Not really necessary, given I faced only a single demon. Piece of cake. Mmm…I wondered if we had any left in the fridge.

My lack of attention didn’t mean I was oblivious to what was happening around me but at the same time, give me some credit. One bile-green demon was barely enough to make me break a sweat.

“Come on, ugly, let’s get this over with. There’s a chocolate cake with whipped cream icing calling my name at home.”

The demon didn’t seem in a hurry. He leered at me, pointed teeth gleaming, and whistled through their gaps.


It didn’t need to hear the click of claws, or the whispery sound of leather wings dragging against buildings, to know my demon opponent wasn’t alone. From the darkness, several demons emerged. All smiling. All eyeballing me like a fine piece of steak.

So much for going home and enjoying my cake. This would totally mean I’d need a shower because only savages and Amazons ate with the blood and guts of their enemy coating them.

What? Did I not show a proper concern for the enemy force facing me? Um, they’d sent only a half-dozen. I was the princess of Hell. They should have sent more.

Confidence didn’t mean I didn’t wish for my Hell blade. With my mighty sword, I would have sliced through their ranks like a knife through butter. Sadly, it didn’t go well with most of my outfits, so I’d just packed my knives.

Hand-to-hand combat provided a great workout, but it wreaked havoc on my cleaning bill.

Or if I get dirty enough, I could always go shopping.


I’d stolen Daddy’s credit card again, to his delight, which meant I could go shopping until it screamed.


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Hells Revenge - Book 3

Title: Hell’s Revenge (Princess of Hell Book 3)

Author: Eve Langlais

Genre: Paranormal Romance (Demon/Devil)


Book Blurb:

I am literally going to kill my mother.

To say I have mommy issues is putting it mildly. The woman who abandoned me has a lot of nerve to just saunter back into my life without warning and drop a bombshell of atomic proportions. I tried to kill her as a way of resolving my inner Freudian issues, but my damned boyfriends stopped me. Spoilsports.

As if wanting to strangle my birth mother isn’t enough, once again, someone is messing with my life and a new player steps in to save me. Did I mention my dark knight is tall, gorgeous, and fanged? Just don’t tell my lovers because apparently they’re not willing to share me with the undead.

The final showdown with the mysterious figure—also known as the major pain in my ass—fast approaches. I don’t care how powerful they are. They screwed up big time when they took something precious of mine. It’s never a good idea to piss off this princess of Hell because revenge is my middle name.

Thrust into the final showdown, thankfully, I’ve got more than my fallen angel and kitty at my side. Dark, Fanged, and Delicious is determined to join my group. I’m facing my biggest challenge yet, but don’t worry, with the help of my family and lovers, Hell will have its revenge.


Exclusive Excerpt * Spoiler Alert- may have spoilers for the previous book(s) in them, in terms of the characters that are, or are not, present *:

My father currently beamed like an escaped mental patient. Kind of freaky for the uninitiated, but as his daughter, I considered it endearing.

The reason for his joy? I’d just announced David was moving in with Auric and me.

“I can’t believe it, my daughter living in sin with not one man but two. You do a father proud,” he said, toasting the occasion. I swear he almost wiped a tear.

Auric rolled his eyes, familiar with my father’s antics, but poor David appeared taken aback. My father’s sense of humor took some getting used to.

Life since we’d vanquished the hooded one had returned to normal, or as normal as it could get for a princess of Hell. I’d avoided, in my usual head-in-the-sand fashion, some of the things Gabriel had told me when I captured him. My cowled nemesis, for the curious, was a fallen angel who’d delighted in torturing me. When I finally got him on his knees, subservient to the point of my sword, he began to spout all kinds of crap. I’d decapitated the freaky bastard rather than listen to his monologue. Like hello, I’d seen enough movies to know letting the enemy talk gave them time to wait for reinforcements. Besides, I had more important things that required my attention such as an aroused libido that wasn’t in the mood to exercise patience.

Apart from Gabriel, who I refused to discuss, Auric kept trying to talk to me about my absent mother. As if I wanted to think about the bitch who’d abandoned me with a curse on my mind—not! Sticking my fingers in my ears and humming soon brought those attempted conversations to a halt. Poor Auric, I was really making him practice his sighs of impatience a lot lately.

In a nutshell, I refused to dwell on the crap I’d gone through lately, and in an attempt for a life of normalcy, I’d arranged for my dad to come for a nice family dinner—cooked by Auric, of course. Anything less would have seen me punished for cruelty.

The pasta primavera came out divine, the chicken succulent, the conversation ribald; in other words, dinner appeared a complete success.

It figured my aunt Fate would fuck with it. A knock sounded at the door, and I’d like to say I heard haunting music, that my eyes rolled back and I experienced an ominous premonition. Alas, my precognitive skills were limited to the knot that formed in my stomach. I knew from a lifetime of experience that if things were going well something would come along to screw with me, which meant whoever stood on the other side of that steel-reinforced barrier was about to fuck up the nice new life I’d settled into.

“Don’t answer,” I said in a childish attempt to avoid whatever calamity waited for me in the hallway.

Apparently, my worry was contagious because Auric grabbed his holy sword before he headed to the door when a second knock sounded. Auric twisted the knob and swung the door open, keeping care to ensure his bulky body remained in front of the doorway, blocking direct access inside. It also meant I couldn’t see who’d come calling.

I drummed my fingers on the table as David stood and moved to stand in front of me protectively. My men, throwbacks to a time of chivalry when women were fainting damsels. Cute and yet so unnecessary. They knew by now, even if they refused to acknowledge it, I could take care of myself.


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Vacation Hell - Book 4


Title: Vacation Hell (Princess of Hell Book 4) – NEW RELEASE! Out Feb. 4th,2016

Author: Eve Langlais

Genre: Paranormal Romance (Demon/Devil)


Book Blurb:

Some people collect seashells at the beach. Muriel picks up another man. A merman…

Juggling a happily ever after is harder than it looks, especially when it involves a fallen angel who is my soul mate, a hunky cat shifter who stole my heart, and a darkly delicious vampire who is like that piece of forbidden chocolate you just can’t resist.

Add in a precocious little girl, who is totally spoiled rotten–not surprising given Nana and Poppa were Mother Nature and the Devil–and my life was a never-ending series of dramas, foot stomping, yelling, and tears. By me.

I never knew being a grownup could be so much damned work, which is why I decided we needed a vacation. But of course, as Lucifer’s daughter, that didn’t turn out as expected. Now I’ve got to figure out if my bathtub is big enough for a hunky merman–and is there room in my heart for one more?


Exclusive Excerpt * Spoiler Alert- may have spoilers for the previous book(s) in them, in terms of the characters that are, or are not, present *:

The biggest eyes, graced with thick lashes, set in a face highlighted by chubby cheeks and framed by golden hair pinned in pigtails peeked at me. “Hi, Mommy. Do you like my drawing?”

Must. Resist. The cuteness.


I held firm. No wavering. “Baby girl, you cannot write on the walls.”


A word I truly had begun to hate. “Because I just had them painted.”

“But they’re boring. I made them pretty.” She blinked her ridiculously thick and natural eyelashes at me to no avail. I had been raised in the pit. Her guileless expression did not fool me.

“The walls are supposed to be boring, and marker free.” After the chaos of Hell, and even everyday life, I enjoyed a home with a simple color palette. Lots of whites and grays, as well as soft blues. No reds or browns or that weird in-between umber here.

“Can I draw on the ceiling then? Poppa’s palace has pictures on his.”

Poppa’s palace had many things etched into his ceiling, some of them quite inappropriate for little girls’ eyes—and even adult ones, too.

“No.” I didn’t ask or leave any wiggle room. As boss in this relationship, I called the shots.


Argh, there was that damned word again. Time to foil her with logic. “Because you’re supposed to write on paper.”

“But Poppa says only fools and goody-two-shoes do what they’re supposed to. The”—she wrinkled her snub nose adorably—“intrepid forge their own rules.” She beamed, and I saw the slyness in her expression.

I blinked. How could I argue when I’d been raised on the same rule? That was what happened when you had the devil for your daughter’s grandfather. He filled her head with the same nonsense as he’d filled mine. And I turned out great, but still, even as a child, I learned that parents must be obeyed—or I lost special privileges like chocolate pudding for dessert and I got medical journals for my birthday instead of pretty shiny things.

Lucinda, the ruby-red apple of my eye, had not yet grasped the knowledge that I was in charge. Never mind the fact I still didn’t listen to my father. I would do better than him. I would set rules and boundaries and expect them to be obeyed.

“I will not have you turn our home into a graffiti studio. No more drawing on anything but paper. Is that understood?” I threw in a proper mommy glare for good measure.

Her lips turned down. Trembled. “Don’t be mad, Mommy. I love you.” She then unleashed her weapon of parental destruction. The dimple. It was deep, adorable, and matched with twinkling eyes.

But the thing with being related to the devil was you recognized manipulation when it happened. Unlike Lucinda’s fathers, I didn’t fall for it. “Go to your room.” Head tilted imperially, I pointed to the door.

Lip jutting in a powerful sulk, Lucinda rose to her feet. My baby girl was growing so fast. Only a few months old, and yet already she looked like a child much older, four or five at least, with a vocabulary to put even most adults to shame. Then again, she hadn’t had a classic entrance to the world or upbringing.


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