Life in Hell is eternal… but apparently not immune to boredom. After a few thousand years of soul-scorching monotony, I was practically begging for a change of pace. So when I’m yanked from my favorite TV show, I expect torment, deals, maybe a little brimstone. What I don’t expect? A sinfully hot, adorably flustered science teacher blinking at me like he’s the one who’s been dragged to Hell. He swears he didn’t mean to summon me. I say fate knows what she’s doing. He’s awkward. Shy. Human. And utterly addictive. And when I push his buttons? Oh, he pushes back. But the more I stay, the more I realize I’m not just crashing his tidy little mortal life—I’m becoming part of it. Which would be sweet, if Hell wasn’t calling me home… and bringing trouble with it. Falling for a human was never part of the deal. But I’m starting to think I’d burn it all down just to stay.