Wicked

A Damned Novel

by LM Pruitt

Release Date: April 2017

All things truly wicked start from innocence.

—Ernest Hemingway

BLURB

Being a demon isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Especially when you make a massive mistake your first month on the job.

Even more so when your sister is one of the all-star players on the other team.

Add in the rumors of not one but two coups and it’s not hard to see—something wicked this way comes….

Author Info

L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She knows this because she's killed bamboo. Twice. She is the author of the Winged series, the Plaisir Coupable series, Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and Taken: A Frankie Post Novel.

Comfort in the Form of Food

As I’m writing this, I’m already thinking about what I’m going to have for dinner. And for a snack.

No, that’s not a joke. I’ve got about five hours before I eat dinner and I’m hungry right now so as soon as I finish this post I’m getting a snack of some kind. I don’t know what but it’s going to happen. This might be the reason why this post is going to be about comfort food, new and old.

My absolute favorite go-to comfort food is potato salad. After the kind of day at work which you would think only happens in movies, I will literally make an entire meal out of potato salad. There have been times when, knowing how bad my day was, my mother has called me and offered to make it for me. There was one Christmas where I honest to God refused to eat anything because someone had eaten all the potato salad and that was the only thing I wanted.

So the takeaway from this—besides the fact I’m a little bratty about food—is that I really, really love potato salad.

Now, if I’m only having a moderately bad day or if I’m rewarding myself for completing a project, I’ll head straight for the Chinese buffet. Specifically, for the garlic green beans. I swear, I could easily eat a pound of them. I’m pretty sure the people who run the buffet think I’m the weirdest customer but I don’t care. I love those green beans almost as much as I love potato salad.

My other great love is ice cream. Seriously. I will eat ice cream in the dead of winter, huddling under a blanket with two layers of socks on my feet. I’ve been known to leave the bar and go downstairs to the ice cream shop, order two scoops, and take it back up to the bar. It’s honestly not as strange as it sounds but even if it was, I’d still do it. I really, really like ice cream.

What are some of your go-to comfort foods?