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Demons overrun the city of San Francisco in the 1920s, leaving it to supernatural gumshoes to deal with them and protect the public at large...

Byron and Raven thought they had finally put the horrors of the past behind them when they sent the demon Moloch back to Hell. But as the city welcomes in the New Year, something shatters the silence. Byron’s deranged sister wakes up sane in the asylum. A ruthless slumlord plummets to his death in a luxury Rolls Royce. And when Byron uncovers a cursed ancient coin at the scene, he realizes the demonic menace is far from over.

As more cursed objects surface—each tied to a grisly crime—the trio get drawn into a new battle against dark forces. With their friend Jimmy, a no-nonsense cop, they must track down the mastermind behind the chaos. But time is running out. Raven’s vindictive grandfather, an influential archbishop, is breathing down their necks, threatening to strip them of their power and their freedom. And as tension rises, so do unexpected emotions between the ex-street rat and the bookish investigator.

Can they stop the demon before it’s too late, or will their growing feelings lead them down a path they can’t escape?

Are you a fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Grimm, or Underworld and want to read something exciting in a similar vein? Read this thrilling Christian new adult series reminiscent of the best of Frank Peretti and Ted Dekker! Rated PG-13 for violence.

Author's Notes:

The adventure continues in a world of flappers, vintage (not then!) Rolls Royce cars, and... demons? It was fun to revisit my trio of supernatural investigators, now united to defeat a demon of unknown origins who leaves Byron in dire straits. And then Raven's grandfather came along to complicate things. This plot came to me suddenly and I wrote the entire book in about a month, with very few changes that showed up in subsequent drafts. It's just a solid plot that takes a lot of unexpected twists and turns. Hold onto your fedoras, gumshoes! You won't want to miss a minute of this thrilling second installment.

Excerpt:

A pale, sickly moon hung low in the night sky over San Francisco Bay, casting a melancholic hue across the road leading to Cliff House. Byron Hayes caught a glimpse of the bent opening in the iron railing, a clear sign a car had plunged over the edge. He parked his Model T behind the line of police cars that filled the hotel’s driveway. As soon as his leather Oxford shoes touched the gravel, he knew why his cop pal Jimmy Garret had called him.

Evil spread from the wreck in green tendrils, as the noxious odor of demons loomed over the dizzy surf. Byron directed his flashlight towards a Rolls Royce, now in ruins on the rocks. There was no chance the driver made it out alive. A feeling of deep discomfort washed over him and made him want to hurl on the gravel. All demons had an effect on him, but some were worse than others. The older a devil, the foulest the stink. A touch on his shoulder startled him. His gaze met a worried face surrounded by tousled blond hair and looks to die for on a cop.

Under his breath, Jimmy asked, “Are you alright?”

Even a trained supernatural investigator could get spooked. Byron nodded. He crunched his way down a steep, pebbled path that led to the crash site, careful not to lose his footing. The cops kept their distance in a tight huddle on the road. Good. Byron refused to let any of them come into contact with a demon. None of them believed they existed, for one. Most people were oblivious to their constant presence.

“Who drove off the cliff?” Byron asked.

Jimmy lost his balance on loose pebbles and nearly collided with him, but extended a hand to catch hold of a crevice. Gasping for breath in the moonlight, his pale face sweat-dappled, he said, “Charles Edgar.”

The slumlord? Byron’s brows shot to his hairline. That news changed things. He surveyed the vehicle in a new light. This death wouldn’t keep anyone up at night or make them cry themselves to sleep. More of a mobster than a businessman, Edgar had friends in high places and lots of enemies, thanks to his dirty deals. He acquired four companies in the past month and fired their employees to hire cheaper labor. A lot of folks wanted him dead. Wearing a frown, Byron massaged the ache in the back of his neck.

This could complicate matters...

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