The God by Hazel Storm

I sold my soul to the Don of the Underworld. And now, I’m stuck in his penthouse.
That would all be well and good, except he — Grey — doesn’t want me here and has stormed off.
Which is kind of immature if you ask me.
So, here I am — a sad soul called Vanessa Maan — alone in Hell.
Well, alone, except for…
A serpent-haired gorgon on a mirror, who is, actually, quite nice.
A gargantuan caterpillar, who can’t stop eating.
And an elevator that refuses to let me leave the building.
Not to mention — but I will, anyway — I’m covered in gold dust from one of Aroz’s love arrows, which would’ve hit me if Grey hadn’t whisked me Down Under. And I don’t mean Australia.
It didn’t work. The love arrow, that is.
Because I am definitely not in love with that self-proclaimed A-hole of the Underworld, even if I can’t stop thinking about the guy — god — whatever.
Meanwhile, my gentleman, Raef, is stuck on earth — with my mother, my brother, and an awful lot of explaining to do.
Life shouldn’t be this complicated.
Especially, when you’re dead.