Personal Demons by Lisa DesrochersPersonal Demons by Lisa Desrochers

Personal Demons

byLisa Desrochers

Paperback | September 14, 2010

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Frannie Cavanaugh is a good Catholic girl with a bit of a wicked streak. She has spent years keeping everyone at a distance---even her closest friends---and it seems as if her senior year is going to be more of the same . . . until Luc Cain enrolls in her class. No one knows where he came from, but Frannie can't seem to stay away from him.

What she doesn't know is that Luc is on a mission. He's been sent from Hell itself to claim Frannie's soul. It should be easy---all he has to do is get her to sin, and Luc is as tempting as they come. Frannie doesn't stand a chance. But he has to work fast, because if the infernals are after her, the celestials can't be far behind. And sure enough, it's not long before the angel Gabriel shows up, willing to do anything to keep Luc from getting what he came for. It isn't long before they find themselves fighting for more than just Frannie's soul.

But if Luc fails, there will be Hell to pay . . . for all of them.

Lisa Desrochers is the author of the young adult fantasy novel Original Sin. She lives in central California with her husband and two very busy daughters. She can always be found with a book in her hand, and she adores stories that take her to new places and then take her by surprise. Growing up all over the United States inspired wand...
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Title:Personal DemonsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:368 pages, 8.29 × 5.5 × 1.07 inPublished:September 14, 2010Publisher:Tom Doherty AssociatesLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0765328089

ISBN - 13:9780765328083

Appropriate for ages: 13 - 17

Reviews

Rated 3 out of 5 by from Too much emotions and not enough story. Ok...so, the cover of the book should have given it away for me, and to be honest is sort of did. I found this book to be a little too harlequin romance. There seemed to be too much emotion and not enough story line if that is at all possible and makes sense in everyone’s eyes. I have a feeling some people won’t understand as a lot of readers do read for the romance of the novel...trust me, I sometimes do as well. I’m not saying that there isn’t a story line because there is, but I felt that these characters fell in love way too easily and quickly, and on top of that I’m not even sure if Frannie is 100% positive of who she choose. The two guys in the story have powers with the ability to “fog” Frannie’s thoughts and emotions and the Frannie also have a power that leaves you wondering whether or not anyone actually choose to love the other. Confused? Great that’s sort of how I felt, and probably how Frannie feels. Then of course the author never really makes all the “rules” about Heaven and Hell, and demons and angels quite clear so I’m not really sure about what someone needs to do to be “tagged” either up or down, but it’s ok cause apparently they can break those rules too. Although there is some stuff that leaves me confused and even some things that the writer touched on that I wasn’t too fond of there were still some good aspects of the novel and oddly enough I might actually pick up the next two novels to find out how the series will end. Good: Luc aka Lucifer: Obviously hot and the whole bad boy persona is sexy. Not to mention the great one liners that he pulls out from time to time. Then there is the confusion of all the new feelings he gets. You do sigh with happiness when you realize that he loves her. Gabe aka Gabriel: Although he is not in the novel as much as Luc you still get the sex appeal from him. On top of that...who thought that angels could be so snarky, sarcastic, and well...bad? Frannie: She takes martial arts and can actually hold up her own. Nice Bad: Love triangle: Frannie’s confused, Luc’s confused, Gabe’s probably confused, I’m confused. Its confusing. Pheromones: In this novel all emotions have a scent=pheromones; however, they apparently have distinctive scents to Luc such as chocolate and ginger. And even to Frannie who likes Luc’s cinnamon smell. That was all a little weird, especially when they get mentioned every other sentence for the first 2/3s of the book. Religious Politics: Desrochers has tip-toed onto a very fine line while reading this. Yes, many authors do write about Heaven and Hell and their minions but she started talking about God and hating God, or not believing in God and Frannie has a self-conflict throughout the entire novel about whether or not she actually believes in God, and it was pretty intense. I don’t know, but for people who aren’t religious, and maybe even those who are, she could almost offend them or get very close to doing so. Overall I rated the book a 3/5 because I want to finish the story. I want to know how Frannie chooses, who she chooses and I sort of want all the confusing things about the novel to get straightened out that’s the only reason, otherwise it would have been lower. But, I can’t say I’m rushing to my shelf to pick up the next one, on the contrary I think I will leave the series alone for a while and come back to it later. I just found her writing style a little confusing, but more I found her over use of emotions (which seems more like lust and pheromones to me) too much, and when she through in the religious politics I actually found myself frowning.—And here’s the kicker: I’m probably arguing this like an non-religious person when in fact I’m actually catholic. Go figure, but I guess I just like to separate things and as much as I don’t like people pushing their beliefs on me I don’t push mine on them and I felt like Desrochers was pushing Catholicism/Christianity onto people, and it just didn’t fell right. I picked this up expecting something along the lines of all the other paranormal young adult fiction and instead I got sometimes unexpected. In the beginning I also found the fact that every time Frannie referred to Luc and Luc referred to anyone it was with a sinister undertone that screamed evil kind of funny. For example: He was given locker 666. His first class was in room 616 in building 6. Frannie refers to Luc as Hotter than hell and refers to Gabe as beautiful and angelic. Also whenever Frannie is thinking or speaking about or to Luc she always uses Hell or hot and when thinking about or speaking to Gabe she always uses holy. Oh and the school is called Haden High aka Hades High. I found it kind of funny, after a while it got a little tiring but eventually when the lines became blurred with Luc, Frannie and Gabe she stopped using them View more of my review and others at my blog: www.mynotsovacantshelf.blogspot.com
Date published: 2012-02-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Which team to pick? Its too hard to pick! Gabe? Luc? Gabe? Luc? AAAAHHH To much hottest to choice!!! But finally I think I decided to go with Luc. I loved Personal Demons. Lisa created a fabulous first book to the series. I love all Frannie, Gabe and Luc. These characters made me laugh, cry, and angry. You name the emotion and I probably felt it while reading this book. The story was well written. I liked being able to read from Frannie’s and Luc’s perspectives. If we were about to read from Gabe’s perception I think it would have made the choice between Luc and Gabe even harder. I can’t wait to see where Lisa takes the story in Original Sin. I’m looking forward to reading it! I like Maria V Snyder (Author of the Study Series, Glass Series and Inside Out) quote on the book because it sums this novel up perfectly. Maria had this to say about Personal Demons: “Fun and entertaining....the fight for Frannie’s soul isn’t going to be easy, and the excitement doesn’t stop. Good versus evil shouldn’t be this much fun, but it is! A hot debut” I completely agree with Maria. Good versus evil shouldn’t be this fun or hot! It should be an easy decision but really it’s not.
Date published: 2012-02-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Hotter Take on Good v.s Evil The whole idea on a good versus evil is over done sometimes, but Personal Demons is definitely an amazing start. There were many interesting parts in the novel that really got to me as creative, like the tagging done to determine whether a soul goes to Heaven or Hell. I like the plot as well, I mean who wouldn't go after a person who can persuade people? I'd very much like to see what both sides have instore for Frannie.
Date published: 2011-07-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Hot Debut Novel! Personal Demons is the first novel in a new trilogy featuring two very hot male leads and one teen girl caught in between as both Heaven and Hell each try to take her for their own. And you know what? I simply couldn't put this book down! I really enjoyed how the novel was told in alternate points of view between Frannie and Luc- the story just wouldn't have been the same without it! We learn about Frannie's past and why she's so hesitant to open up to others, keeping her friends at arm's length, but we also see the other side of the coin too! Luc may work in Acquisitions for Hell, but we get a chance to see that he's really not quite the bad boy you would expect him to be. Plus, the bonus of being inside his head was that we got to see just how deep his feelings were for Frannie... swoon! Poor Gabe. He didn't stand a chance. The only thing that really stopped me from falling completely in love with the novel was Frannie. Now, I don't mind love triangles and the one in Personal Demons is certainly a huge aspect in the novel, but I got annoyed with Frannie at times because of her indecisiveness to choose between Luc and Gabe. I won't be too hard on her though because if I were in her shoes, I don't think I would be able to choose either! And don't get me wrong, I loved seeing the smoldering chemistry from the very beginning between Frannie and the boys, but at the same time, I would have liked to have seen more of a build up to the romance instead of Frannie falling for both boys as soon as she first sets her eyes on them. Frannie could have shown a little more resistance to their charm! It seems like I only spoke of the romance in the novel, but that's because the love triangle did seem to take more center stage at times. Frannie has a special ability which both Heaven and Hell wish to have, but since it's not revealed right away, it only left me curious and eager to flip the pages to find out! And Luc is feeling awfully conflicted too- does he risk the wrath of the King of Hell who shows no mercy... or does he give in to his growing attraction to Frannie? I kept wondering how everything was going to work out! Lisa Desrochers has left quite the mark with her impressive debut and I'm most certainly eagerly looking forward to book two, Original Sin, when it's released next July 2011. I can't wait to see what's in store for Frannie, Luc and Gabe next! You can also read this review at: http://midnightbloomreads.blogspot.com/2010/12/personal-demons-by-lisa-desrochers.html
Date published: 2010-12-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fabulous Debut! Personal Demons centres around Frannie (Mary Francis to be exact) & Lucifer Cain (Luc for short). Frannie’s family are heavy into religion, Frannie questions it after a loss.. so much so she gets thrown out of Catholic School in grade 7. Frannie is now 17 & when Luc enrolls in her High School she wants him. Luc wants Frannie to, but for a different reason. Luc happens to work in Acquisitions for Hell & he has came to make Frannie’s soul for Hell as she has a unique ability & the King of Hell wants her. But so do the Angels & they send Gabriel (Gabe). Both Luc & Gabe appeal to Frannie on different levels & she doesn’t know who to choose. But Frannie has to decide soon Heaven or Hell, Gabe or Luc before it’s too late. Personal Demons is the first in a three book series & all I can say is Thank Heaven & Unholy Hell for Personal Demons!Honestly, one of the best YA’s I have read all year. Lisa Derochers writes one hell of a novel my friends & she doesn’t talk down like I find with many YA’s. Meaning teens & adults can enjoy this wickedly sinful novel. There is a love triangle (no it’s not like that other YA, not at all..it’s BETTER!) The tension in the relationships is so real, it sizzles. There’s emotion, real emotion that flows wonderfully off the pages. Speaking of pages, the action was something else, the pages flew by. I can’t wax enough about how much I loved every single character in the book, from Frannie to one of her best-friends Taylor. Though I love a bad boy & Luc was my kind of Demon. I’d also be remiss not to mention the laughs, there are plenty but Personal Demons thrives on the passion & action which there is a plenty. Personal Demons is sugar & spice, with some shockers thrown in for good measure. Lisa Derochers has done YA a service with such a fabulous debut.
Date published: 2010-09-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Unholy Hell & Thank God For PD! Personal Demons centres around Frannie (Mary Francis to be exact) & Lucifer Cain (Luc for short). Frannie’s family are heavy into religion, Frannie questions it after a loss.. so much so she gets thrown out of Catholic School in grade 7. Frannie is now 17 & when Luc enrolls in her High School she wants him. Luc wants Frannie to, but for a different reason. Luc happens to work in Acquisitions for Hell & he has came to make Frannie’s soul for Hell as she has a unique ability & the King of Hell wants her. But so do the Angels & they send Gabriel (Gabe). Both Luc & Gabe appeal to Frannie on different levels & she doesn’t know who to choose. But Frannie has to decide soon Heaven or Hell, Gabe or Luc before it’s too late. Personal Demons is the first in a three book series & all I can say is Thank Heaven & Unholy Hell for Personal Demons!Honestly, one of the best YA’s I have read all year. Lisa Derochers writes one hell of a novel my friends & she doesn’t talk down like I find with many YA’s. Meaning teens & adults can enjoy this wickedly sinful novel. There is a love triangle (no it’s not like that other YA, not at all..it’s BETTER!) The tension in the relationships is so real, it sizzles. There’s emotion, real emotion that flows wonderfully off the pages. Speaking of pages, the action was something else, the pages flew by. I can’t wax enough about how much I loved every single character in the book, from Frannie to one of her best-friends Taylor. Though I love a bad boy & Luc was my kind of Demon. I’d also be remiss not to mention the laughs, there are plenty but Personal Demons thrives on the passion & action which there is a plenty. Personal Demons is sugar & spice, with some shockers thrown in for good measure. Lisa Derochers has done YA a service with such a fabulous debut.
Date published: 2010-07-26

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PERSONAL DEMONS1 Original Sin LUC If there’s a Hell on Earth, it’s high school. And if there’s anyone distinctly qualified to make that statement, it would be me. I draw a deep breath—mostly out of habit since demons don’t have to breathe—then look up at the threatening sky, hoping it’s a good omen, and pull open the heavy security door. The dingy halls are quiet since the first bell rang almost five minutes ago. It’s just me, the metal detector, and a hunched wisp of a security guard in a rumpled blue uniform. He hauls himself out of his cracked plastic chair, looks me over, and scowls.“You’re late. ID,” he says in a three-pack-a-day rasp.I stare him down for a few seconds, sure I could blow him over with a whisper, and I can’t suppress a smile when beads of sweat sprout on his pasty forehead. I’m glad to see I’ve still got the touch even though I’m getting really sick of this job. Five millennia in the same gig will do that to a demon. For this trip, though, the fact that failure will result in dismemberment and the Fiery Pit is all the motivation I need.“New,” I say.“Put your bag on the table.”I shrug, showing him my hands. No bag.“Give me your belt. Studs’ll set off the detector.”I pull off my belt and toss it at the old man as I walk through the metal detector. He hands it back and hacks, “Go straight to the office.”“No problem,” I say, already walking away.I slide my belt back on and push through the office door. It bangs sharply off the cracked wall and the ancient receptionist looks up, startled. “Can I help you?”The office is just as drab and poorly lit as the halls except for the brightly colored notices that cover every inch of plaster like psychedelic wallpaper. There’s a nameplate declaring the receptionist is Marian Seagrave, and I swear I can hear her joints creak as she pulls herself out of her chair. She’s got more wrinkles than a shar-pei and the requisite short, blue, curly hair of all hundred-year-old women. Her round body is clad in the uniform of the ancients: turquoise polyester slacks and a matching floral blouse neatly tucked in.I meander up to the counter and lean toward her. “Luc Cain. First day,” I say, flashing my winning smile—the one that always keeps mortals just a little off balance.She stares for just a second before finding her voice. “Oh . . . welcome to Haden High, Luc. Let me pull up your schedule.”She bangs on her computer keyboard and the printer buzzes to life. It spits out my schedule—the same schedule I’ve had for the last hundred years, since the advent of the modern education system. I do my best to feign interest as she hands it to me and says, “Here it is, and your locker number and combination too. You’ll need to collect an admit slip from each of your teachers and bring it back here at the end of the day. You’ve already missed homeroom, so you should go right to your first class. Let’s see . . . yes, senior English with Mr. Snyder. Room 616. That’s in building six, just out the door to the right.”“Will do,” I say, smiling. It won’t hurt to stay on administration’s good side. You never know when they might be useful.The bell rings as I make my way out the door into the now bustling halls, and the scents of the sea of teenage humanity hit me in waves. There’s the tangy citrus of fear, the bitter garlic of hate, the anise of envy, and ginger—lust. Lots of potential.I work in Acquisitions, but it isn’t usually my job to tag them, just to sow the seeds and start them down the fiery path. I get them going on the little ones. Starter sins, if you will. Not enough to tag their souls for Hell, but enough to send them in our direction eventually. I don’t even need to use my power . . . not that I’d feel guilty if I did. Guilt isn’t in the demonic repertoire of emotions. It just feels more honest when they come to sin of their own volition. Again, not that I care about being honest. It’s just too easy the other way.In truth, the rules are clear. Unless their souls are tagged, we can’t force mortals to do anything out of character or manipulate their actions in any way. For the most part, all I can do with my power is cloud their thoughts, blur the line between right and wrong just a little. Anyone who says the devil made them do it is feeding you a line.I stroll the hall, taking in the scents of teenage sin, so thick in the air I can taste them. All six of my senses buzz with anticipation. Because this trip is different. I’m here for one soul in particular and, as I make my way toward building 6, a crackle of red-hot energy courses through me—a good sign. I take my time, walking slowly through the throng and scoping out prospects, and am the last to arrive in class, just at the bell.Room 616 is no brighter than the rest of the school, but at least an attempt has been made at decorating. Prints of Shakespeare’s plays—only the tragedies, I notice—grace the walls. The desks are grouped in twos and are nearly full. I walk up the center aisle to Mr. Snyder’s desk, holding out my schedule. He turns his slender face toward me, glasses perched just at the tip of his long, straight nose.“Luc Cain. I need an admit slip . . . or something?” I say.“Cain . . . Cain . . .” He rakes a hand through his thinning gray hair and scans down his class roster, finding my name. “Here you are.” He hands me a yellow admit slip, a composition book, and a copy of The Grapes of Wrath and looks at his roster again. “Okay, you’ll be seated between Mr. Butler and Miss Cavanaugh.” Then he stands, pushing up his glasses and smoothing the unsmoothable creases in his white button-down and khakis. “All right, class,” he announces. “We’re shifting seats. Everyone from Miss Cavanaugh up will shift one seat to your right. You’ll all have a new essay partner for the rest of the semester.”Many of the good little lemmings grumble, but they all do as they’re told. I sit in the seat Mr. Snyder motions to, between Mr. Butler—a tall, skinny kid with glasses, bad skin, and obvious self-esteem issues—and Miss Cavanaugh, whose sapphire-blue eyes stare straight into mine. No self-esteem issues there. I feel the play of hot electricity under my skin as I stare back, sizing her up. And her size is definitely petite, with wavy, sandy-blond hair that she’s tied in a knot at the base of her neck, fair skin, and fire. A definite prospect. Our desks are grouped together, so it looks like I’ll have plenty of opportunity to feel her . . . out.FRANNIE Okay, so I’m not generally the swooning type, but Holy Mother of God, I can’t believe what just walked into my English class. Tall, dark, and sorta dangerous. Mmm . . . nothing like a little eye candy in the morning to get the day off to a sweet start—and possibly rot my brain. And, bonus. Apparently we’re gonna be essay partners, ’cause obsessive-compulsive Mr. Snyder is having me move down a seat to make room for him. God forbid we should ever be out of alphabetical order.My eyes work slowly over his black T-shirt and jeans, not to mention the body underneath—very nice—as he saunters over and sits to my left. He folds his tall frame into the attached desk and chair with the grace of a sly black cat, and I swear the temperature in here just shot up ten degrees. The dim classroom lights glint faintly off the three steel bars piercing the outside corner of his right eyebrow as he stares at me through silky black bangs with the blackest eyes I’ve ever seen.Mr. Snyder paces the front of the room for a moment, taking silent roll, then says, “Pull out your composition books and The Grapes of Wrath. Since Mr. Steinbeck was unable to find a convenient place for a chapter break in the seventy-one pages of chapter twenty-six, you’ll recall we arbitrarily imposed one at the end of page 529. Today, we’ll be reading the rest of the chapter in class and outlining Steinbeck’s major points.”Mystery Boy looks away, finally, and I feel like I’ve been ransacked—but not in a bad way, if that makes any sense. I feel like he just checked me out from the inside out and maybe kinda liked what he saw.“Miss Cavanaugh, care to join us?”Mr. Snyder’s voice is like a bucket of cold water to my face—which I probably needed, ’cause things were getting kinda steamy inside. “Um . . . what?”“Nice write-up in the Boston Globe yesterday. I think they captured the essence of your program nicely. I especially liked the picture,” he says with a smile. “Will you start the reading off, please? Page 530.”I look around and everyone has their books open, even Mystery Boy. Mine’s still in my book bag. So, I’m also not usually the blushing type, but I feel my cheeks burn as I pull it out, flip it open, and start reading. My mouth articulates Steinbeck’s description of the preacher Casy’s death at the hands of a pick-handle-wielding stranger as his friend, Tom, looks on. But my mind only vaguely registers any of it, ’cause I’m keenly aware of Mystery Boy, sitting only a foot away, staring at me. I stumble on the words when he leans closer and I catch a hint of cinnamon. Mmm . . .Mr. Snyder comes to my rescue. “Thank you, Miss Cavanaugh.” His eyes scan the room.Pick Mystery Boy.He smiles at me, then his gaze shifts to Mystery Boy. “Mr. Cain, will you continue please.”Mystery Boy’s still looking at me, a wry smile just turning up the corners of his lips. “Certainly,” he says, and his voice sounds like warm honey, smooth and sticky-sweet, as he starts reading. But his eyes don’t shift from mine to the book right away. “Tom looked down at the preacher. The light crossed the heavy man’s legs and the white new pick handle. Tom leaped silently. He wrenched the club free. The first time he knew he had missed and struck a shoulder, but the second time his crushing blow found the head, and as the heavy man sank down, three more blows found his head . . .”He seems like he’s enjoying the gruesome passage. Savoring it, really. Mr. Snyder closes his eyes and looks as though he’s meditating. He lets Mystery Boy read through the end of the chapter, which is much longer than anyone else has read all year. I glance around the room and everyone—even tough guy, smart-ass Marshal Johnson—seems hypnotized.“Would you like me to continue to chapter twenty-seven, Mr. Snyder?” Mystery Boy asks, and Mr. Snyder snaps abruptly out of his trance.“Oh . . . no. Thank you, Mr. Cain. That will be sufficient. Beautifully done. All right, class, the chapter outline on Mr. Steinbeck’s major themes in the second half of chapter twenty-six is to be finished before class tomorrow morning. You have the rest of the period to work.”Mystery Boy turns toward me, closing his book, and I get caught in his eyes for a second. “So, Miss Cavanaugh, do you have a first name?”“Frannie. You?”“Luc.”“It’s good to meet you. That was a nice little trick.”“What?” His eyes flash as a beautifully wicked grin spreads across his face.“Reading without looking at the book.”He shifts back in his seat, and his grin falters slightly. “You’re mistaken.”“No, actually, I’m not. You didn’t even glance at the book till you were on the second sentence, and you were behind turning the pages. Why would you memorize Steinbeck?”“I haven’t.” He’s such a liar, but before I can call him on it, he changes the subject. “Why a Globe article?”“It’s no big deal. Just a thing where we send letters to kids in Pakistan. Kind of like pen pals, I guess. Mostly, it’s a way of helping us understand each other . . . you know, our cultures and stuff.”There’s a cynical edge to his expression. “Really.”“You want a name?” I shuffle through my bag and come out with a folder. “I have a few more.”“Let me think about it. I’m assuming we’re essay partners, whatever that means?”“Guess so.” Despite the freaky reading-without-looking thing, I’m not about to complain. He’s definitely a step or twenty up from Aaron Daly, who has taken his bad sinuses across the aisle and is now sniffling all over Jenna Davis’s composition book instead of mine. “We’re supposed to discuss the reading and come up with a chapter outline with all the major points. Mr. Snyder’s big into discussing things,” I say, rolling my eyes. That’s all for show, though, ’cause I’m seriously into discussing things with Mystery Boy. “So . . . what do you think of Tom’s conundrum?”I write “Frannie and Luke—Chapter 26-2 outline” on the top of an empty page in my composition book.He raises an eyebrow, slides my pen out from between my fingers, crosses out “Luke,” and writes “Luc” above it.LUC I watch her write “Frannie and Luke 26-2 outline” in her composition book, and for some reason it really bothers me that she spelled my name wrong. I fix it before answering her. “I think he made some choices that he’s now got to pay the consequences for.” One of which is eternity burning in the Abyss.She looks at me, all incredulity. “Just that simple, huh? No extenuating circumstances. No second chances?”“Nope. Don’t believe in second chances.” The Underworld’s not big on that concept.She shifts back in her chair and folds her arms across her chest, scrutinizing me. “You’ve never made a mistake? Done something you were sorry for?”“Nope.”“Everybody has something they wish they could undo.”I lean toward her and gaze into those sapphire eyes. “What do you wish you could undo, Frannie?”She shudders when I say her name, and I realize I’m being unfair. I pushed a little power at her without really meaning or needing to. But I like the reaction.When she replies there’s more than a hint of pain in her tone, and the faint scent of rose—sadness. I search deep in those eyes to find the root of it. “Lots of things,” she says without breaking her gaze.For some reason, out of the blue, I don’t want her to hurt. I feel Hell-bent on making her happy. Just the tiniest push is all it would take . . .Stop it. Where the Hell did that come from? I don’t even recognize the sensation that passed with that thought. Demons don’t have feelings. Not like that, anyway. This isn’t a charity mission . . . I’m here for a clear purpose, and Miss Frannie Cavanaugh is showing promise. Lots of promise. As a matter of fact, I’m starting to hope she’s The One. And as the bell rings I realize, to my own astonishment, that it’s her eyes holding me locked here instead of the other way around. This is going to be interesting.She blinks as if startled from a dream and looks down at her empty composition book. “So . . . I guess we didn’t get too far.”“I wouldn’t say that.” I push my book across the desk.She reads the ten bullet points listed there in block print under the heading “Frannie Cavanaugh and Luc Cain, Steinbeck’s Themes—Chapter 26-2” and scowls.“Oh . . . well, I guess these look okay.” Incredulous again. She’s fiery for sure. I like a little fire. Makes me feel at home. “Have you found your locker yet in this rat maze?” she says, throwing her books into her book bag and standing.“Haven’t looked for it.” I hold up my only possessions: my composition book and The Grapes of Wrath.“Well, it’ll only get worse, so unless you wanna lug all your stuff around with you, I could help you find it.”I pull the slip of paper with the locker number and combo on it out of my back pocket as we walk together to the door. “Number . . . hmm.” I smile. The mortal world is so droll sometimes.“What?”“666,” I say, and she looks at me funny.“Oh. That’s right there.” She points across the hall. “Right next to mine.”And even though I know fate is a crock—nothing but an excuse for mortals to make choices they wouldn’t otherwise make—this is a sign. I look at her more closely. If she’s The One, which is starting to look more likely, I need to tag her soul for Hell before some filthy angel beats me to it. Which roughly translates into now. Because the fact that she’s been so difficult to locate probably means she’s being Shielded by them. If they’re Shielding her, they’re watching her. It won’t be long before they know I’ve found her. I scan the crowded hall. So many prospects, but no angels—so far.She starts across the hall to her locker and I hang back to admire the view for a few seconds before following her. She is petite—maybe five-two. Nearly a foot shorter than my human form. But she’s no little girl. There are curves in all the right places.I laugh at myself. Although lust is one of the seven deadly sins, it’s not the one that got me where I am and not something I’ve experienced often in the seven millennia I’ve existed—though I’ve used it to my advantage a few thousand times. This is going to be fun.I stride across the hall and catch her just as she reaches her locker. I spin the lock on mine a few times, and it springs open.“How’d you do that?” she asks, like she could possibly know I used my power.“What?”“I had that locker at the beginning of the year and switched ’cause the lock was broken.”“Hmm. They must have fixed it.” I’ll need to be more careful. This mortal is extraordinarily observant. I slipped up in class by not keeping my eyes on the book—which she’d noticed because her eyes weren’t on the book either. And again with the locker, because as I try the real combination, I find she’s right: it is indeed broken.She looks skeptical. “Yeah, I guess, except they never fix anything around here. Welcome to Hades High.”What the Hell? “Excuse me? Hades High?”“Yeah, get it? Haden High—Hades High. It’s just one letter, but it so much more accurately describes this hellhole.”“Hmm.”“Well, wouldn’t you agree?” She gestures to the cracking plaster, peeling paint, burned-out lightbulbs, gouged gray linoleum, and dented gray metal lockers surrounding us.“Well, it looks like I’ve chosen just the place, then.” A grin stretches my face. How perfect is it that my target goes to a high school nicknamed Hell? This is too rich.She looks away and reaches into her locker, but she can’t hide the smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “If your ‘just the place’ is this crappy, washed-up fishing town, then you’re more pathetic than I would have guessed.”I laugh—I can’t help it—and then shudder when I catch a hint of Frannie’s ginger. Mmm . . . pathetic must be her type.“How come you had to change schools a month before graduation?”I smile inwardly. “Business.”“Your father’s?” she presses.“In a manner of speaking.”She looks at me and her brow furrows as she tries to figure out what that means. Then she pushes her locker shut with a crash. “So . . . what’s your next class?”I pull my schedule out of my back pocket and shake it open. “Looks like calculus, room 317.”“Oooh, you have Mrs. Felch. Sooo sorry.”“Why? What’s the deal with Mrs. Felch?”Just then the bell rings. She cringes. “First, you get detention if you’re not in your seat at the bell—so, sorry—and, second, she bites.”“Mmm. We’ll see about that.” I kick my locker shut and turn to head to building 3—and don’t try to hide the smile that pulls at my lips as her eyes burn a hole through my back the whole way down the hall. A good start. Copyright © 2010 by Lisa DesrochersAll rights reserved.

Editorial Reviews

"Personal Demons is as scary--and sexy--a book as I've read in a long time." -Claudia Gray, New York Times bestselling author of Hourglass

"Fun and entertaining . . . the fight for Frannie's soul isn't going to be easy, and the excitement doesn't stop. Good versus evil shouldn't be this much fun, but it is! A hot debut." -Maria V. Snyder, New York Times bestselling author of Fire Study