The Devil She Knows - Softcover

Bellefleur, Alexandria

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0593952502 ISBN 13: 9780593952504

Verlag: Penguin Publishing Group, 2025

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USA Today Bestseller | One of People's Must-Read Books of Fall 2025 | LibraryReads Hall of Fame Pick | IndieNext Pick

“A fantasy-tinged sapphic romance with perfect banter.”—People

A down-on-her-luck woman makes a deal with a crafty demon to win back her ex-girlfriend after a proposal gone awry, only to discover the girl of her dreams might be the devil she knows, from nationally bestselling author Alexandria Bellefleur.

Samantha Cooper is having a day from hell.

In less than 24 hours, her life has unraveled, leaving her single and with nowhere to live. Adding insult to injury, she’s trapped in an elevator with a gorgeous woman claiming to be a demon.

Daphne is not at all what Samantha expected from someone claiming to be an evil supernatural entity. She’s pretty, witty, dressed in pink, and smells nice. And she’s here to offer Samantha a deal she can’t refuse. Six wishes in exchange for one tiny trade—Samantha’s soul. There’s a glaring loophole in their contract, one Samantha fully intends to exploit so she doesn’t fork over her soul. After all, she only needs one wish to win her ex back.

Hell-bent to gather the last of the one thousand souls she needs so that she can be free of her own devilish deal, Daphne grants each of Samantha’s wishes . . . with a twist, so that Samantha is forced to make another.

As Samantha’s wishes dwindle and Daphne offers her glimpses into the life she thought she wanted, the unlikely pair grows close. Perhaps the girl of Samantha’s dreams is actually the stuff of nightmares, but Samantha and Daphne will have to outsmart the Devil himself if they want a chance at happily ever after.

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1

It was stupid to focus on, insignificant in light of, well, everything, but Samantha Cooper's bent knee was beginning to ache.

"Marry you?" Hannah's eyes flitted around the room. "Sam, you're-you're kidding." The color drained from her face. "Oh God. You're not."

Sam's heart stuttered to a sluggish stop. "Is it . . . is it the ring?"

It was . . . dainty would be putting it delicately-all she could afford. But it would look so pretty, perfect on Hannah's slender finger.

"Is it the-" Hannah choked on what was either a sob or a laugh. "No. The ring is . . ." Her freckled nose scrunched, kick-starting Sam's heart into beating again. "Fine. That ring is fine."

"Oh." Good. That was good. Hannah thought the ring was fine. Hannah thought-

Oh.

This time last year, Christmas, Hannah had gifted her an immersion blender. A fancy fifteen-speed number Sam had been lusting after for months, too pricey to entertain purchasing on her paltry pastry chef budget. One with a blade guard and rubber handle and nonstick edge, cordless and easy to operate. Perfect for pureeing, emulsifying, blending, and blitzing. It had seen its fair share of use in the months since. Hannah's favorite soups. Her favorite protein shakes.

Now it felt like Hannah had taken that immersion blender and shoved it into Sam's chest, setting it to blast, turning her insides to pulp.

Proposing wasn't entirely out of left field, not some wild whim. They'd talked about this, the possibility of it, marriage. Granted, not in a while, but when they'd first started dating. Back then, everything about Hannah-from how beautiful she was to the sharp, sweet sound of her laugh-had turned Sam's brain to mush, rendering her speechless or giving her the worst case of verbal diarrhea, nothing in between. It was on their first, second maybe, date that she had blathered on about her parents, how in love they were, happily married for thirty-five years. How, one day, she wanted that for herself. Embarrassing stuff, honestly, but Hannah had smiled and said she'd always dreamed about having a big wedding.

Months later, Sam had stumbled on Hannah's Pinterest wedding board, thousands of pretty pinned images-diamond rings and big bouquets and satin wedding dresses. Irrefutable proof that they wanted the same things out of life, that they were on the same page.

Only now she wasn't sure if they were even reading from the same book, in the same language. Considering that, of all the ways she'd imagined her proposal playing out, Hannah dropping her head into her hands and hissing, "People are staring. I cannot believe you're putting me in this position," had not been among them.

People were staring. The older couple seated at the table across from them stared unrepentantly from behind their menus, leaning in, straining to hear over the dulcet tones of the harp being plucked in the corner of the dimly lit restaurant. Over by the bar, the maître d' and bartender whispered, and in the corner, a girl no older than fifteen held her phone aloft, recording. Before midnight, Samantha would be TikTok's latest viral sensation, the laughingstock of the internet.

She scrambled back into her chair. "Why don't we table this?"

"Table this?" Hannah's voice hitched, broadcasting Sam's shame to the entire restaurant. "I can't just . . . You proposed. Publicly, no less. Unless I'm mistaken, that means you want to . . ." Hannah looked the way Sam felt-like she was going to hurl. "Marry me."

That was generally what a proposal implied. "I do? Want to. Marry you, I mean. And you always said you liked public proposals. Your Pinterest boards are full of pictures of jumbotrons and-and skywriting. But if the timing isn't-"

Hannah laid a gentle hand atop hers, expression closer to contrite than Sam had ever seen it as she snapped the robin's-egg-blue box in Sam's sweaty hand shut, sparing them both the mise

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Penguin Publishing Group
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2025
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0593952502
• ISBN 13: 9780593952504
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Auflage: 1
• Anzahl der Seiten: 337
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