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404 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 25, 2012











“Other people just told their boyfriends to go to hell and could take back the words and make up. Me, I actually had to send mine there.”Boyfriend from Hell by Jamie Quaid is an entertaining read. Set in the slums of Baltimore in an environmentally damaged area called The Zone, Boyfriend from Hell has a different take on environmental pollution. The Zone is an area where electronics don’t work; buildings have a blue glow at night (without electricity) and inanimate objects such as statues and garbage dumpsters move. The population of The Zone has all sorts of talents; shape shifting, invisibility, and snake charming are some of the abilities of the residents.
"Men scratch their bellies and speak gibberish and would still be swinging from trees if we lived in jungles. They probably wouldn't bathe and would still be still be picking nits, too, except the ones with small weenies learned they could make money to compete in the testosterone wars and civilization happened."
"Having a bad day?" Andre taunted. "Doesn't your best - and only - boss deserve at the very least a cheery greeting?"
"I'm having a bad life, and cheery gets you killed around here."
Justine (Tina) Clancy is just an ordinary law student with a faulty arrest record, a part-time job in Baltimore’s radioactive Zone, and a family secret so bizarre even she doesn’t believe it. That is, until in a fit of fury she damns her boyfriend to hell—and it’s exactly where he ends up.
Much to her surprise, Tina is apparently one of Saturn’s daughters, with the power to wield vigilante justice. But poor Max didn’t deserve to go up in flames, even if he did almost run her over with her own car. Tina’s convinced someone cut the brakes—and now a relentless nemesis is stalking her through the Zone’s back alleys, where buildings glow, statues move, and chemical waste exposure comes with interesting consequences. Tina’s usually a loner, but now she needs a posse like no other: a shape-shifting kitten, an invisible thief, a biker gang, a snake-charming private detective, a well-meaning cop, and her sleazy, sexy boss. But in between freeing Max from hell, saving her own neck, and solving a mystery that threatens the Zone and her new found friends, how is she ever going to study for finals?
Jamie Quaid is the pseudonym for a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author. She lives in St. Louis, Missouri
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Tina Clancy here, and before you ask, that’s not my picture in the corner. Maybe there’s a Saturn’s Daughter in the universe who has the good fortune to work her way up to sword-wielding goddess, but it ain’t me, babe. Given the weirdnesses I’ve been plagued with lately, I might end up looking like a chimp or a demon, but for right now, I’m a law student. I’m a mouse brown, gap-toothed, four-eyed cripple. Instead of a sword, my weapons are a messenger bag…and a manx cat.
But apparently I was born under some weird conjunction of Saturn with a few stray asteroids and that gives me a thirst for justice, which is a bloody damn nuisance. So far, my intolerance for the bullies of the world has made me lose my scholarship, given me a crippled leg, and sent my lying boyfriend to hell. Okay. So maybe there are some advantages to what I do. If only my ex would stay in hell where he belongs.
And since I took this job counting money for Andre Legrande in the environmental disaster Zone of Baltimore where cash registers and computers don’t compute, I’m discovering, just a little bit late, I might have taken a wrong turn. But I need the money, and Andre ain’t half bad to look at. Besides, I sort of feel at home with invisible thieves, buildings that glow blue in the dark, and statues that wink.
But since my boyfriend died in a fiery ball of flame and started showing up in my mirror, life has been getting even stranger.
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Observing the statue's dip from the reflection in the mirror behind the bar, Andre smirked. Or, maybe gazing at his own handsome image produced that smug smile. Legrande, after all means "the large one," and I 'd figured long ago that he'd made up the name to match his ego, if not his size. (Quaid, Jamie: Boyfriend from Hell, page 3, Simon and Schuster, 2012)
They say justice is blind. But Justine isn’t.
Justine (Tina) Clancy is just an ordinary law student with a faulty arrest record, a part-time job in Baltimore’s radioactive Zone, and a family secret so bizarre even she doesn’t believe it. That is, until in a fit of fury she damns her boyfriend to hell—and it’s exactly where he ends up.
Much to her surprise, Tina is apparently one of Saturn’s daughters, with the power to wield vigilante justice. But poor Max didn’t deserve to go up in flames, even if he did almost run her over with her own car. Tina’s convinced someone cut the brakes—and now a relentless nemesis is stalking her through the Zone’s back alleys, where buildings glow, statues move, and chemical waste exposure comes with interesting consequences. Tina’s usually a loner, but now she needs a posse like no other: a shape-shifting kitten, an invisible thief, a biker gang, a snake-charming private detective, a well-meaning cop, and her sleazy, sexy boss. But in between freeing Max from hell, saving her own neck, and solving a mystery that threatens the Zone and her new-found friends, how is she ever going to study for finals?