End of Days

Jess Bailey hates her restricted world. With an abusive father keeping a tight leash, she dare not reveal the secret scar on her hand that kills anyone it touches. But when her drop-dead gorgeous stepbrother moves into the house, she sees the perfect escape route into some thrilling shenanigans. Enjoying the lingering attention of her stepsibling and his two hot friends, Jess crushes hard on each of the bad boys in the crew. But when a drunken night out ignites a dangerous chain of events, she confronts the fateful purpose behind her lethal touch.

When I called my father evil, I had no clue how true that was. For years, he's abused me. He had his reasons, but that doesn't make it any better. In truth, it makes me terrified of what I'll become. I'm an abomination. That's what Deke calls it, but I hate that term. How can I be the good girl and evil at the same time? More importantly, what does this mean for the guys I'm now bound to?

The Order of Martyrs thinks my magic is evil. My quad trusts that I'm good. The truth is that I'm a little of both. Caught in the middle, I'm just trying to figure out who I really am. The problem is that I don't honestly know. All of my dreams for my future are gone. The things I spent my life working toward have been rendered meaningless. I was told that the scar on my hand marks me as Anathema, the most lethal of the Brethren. Because my Dad's a demon, that means I'm an abomination. Unfortunately, those last two things do not go together. Yep, I'm a mess.

It feels like everyone wants to make us the villains—so fine, they can do that. I just don't feel like I'm evil. I managed to find love, and for the first time in years, I have people around me that I can actually call a real family. They're the only thing I have left to lose. This insane life I've found myself in has taken everything else. The Order of Martyrs is hunting us, convinced that we're traitors because we won't simply lay down and die. The demons want to break the seal open. We just want to stop the Apocalypse, because it is real, and it is coming.