#gritty noir,#hard-boiled detective, #COVID NOIR #Miami
A pulp fiction fever dream by Damien Gray

Miami's melting. The streets are empty. And the Devil just took the wheel of a black limousine with a trunk full of mangoes and a ledger that writes in hellfire.

Phil Devereux isn't your average driver. He collects names—the kind no one wants remembered. And every ride he gives ends with a one-way ticket to the underworld. But when the world shuts down for a pandemic, Phil's open for business. South Florida's sinners? They're on sale.

Chicklet—Special Agent Jane Chickatello—is the kind of fed who drinks her bourbon neat and sleeps with one eye open. She's also got a problem: she's in love with the monster she's supposed to bring down. And when she writes a name in Phil's infernal ledger, she tears open a door that should've stayed nailed shut.

Now Hell's two weirdest auditors—Vex and Greep—are in town with steam irons and knives that hum. Sloopy LaRue, Phil's ex-handler, is back from the dead and ironing ghosts out of furniture. And somewhere in the shadows, the Eater—a forgotten god of chaos with an appetite for unfinished stories—is whispering everyone's last chapter.

Welcome to a South Florida soaked in noir, sweat, and supernatural bureaucracy. Where love gets you killed, ledgers don't lie, and the only thing deadlier than a gun is a name written in the wrong hand.

If Carl Hiaasen and Raymond Chandler got drunk during lockdown and rewrote The Inferno on cocktail napkins, this would be the result.

🍸 Slick. Savage. Sin-soaked.
💀 COVID NOIR is a one-night stand with a paperback you'll regret in the morning—and love for life.