by Felicity Heaton
Once a proud angel of Heaven, Nevar is now a servant of Hell, bound to a new master—the King
of Demons. Consumed by darkness and driven to seek revenge, he set in motion a series of events
that awakened the Great Destroyer, a force that will bring about the apocalypse. Now, he is the
creature’s master and the fate of our world rests in the hands of an angel with only darkness in his
Lost in the mortal realm without any recollection of how she came to be there, Lysia is only aware
that she has survived a great battle. When she stumbles into a demon bar, she finds more than a chance to discover what happened to her—she finds a dark and deadly angel warrior who stirs fire in her veins and awakens soul-searing passion she cannot deny.
With the mounting threat of the Great Destroyer, the forces of Heaven and Hell against him, and a band of dangerous angels intent on capturing Lysia on his heels, can Nevar protect the beautiful woman who is light to his darkness and find the strength to save the world?
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again, making her decision for her. She had to stay. There were colourful glass bottles lining the wall
to her right and demons there were serving drinks to people who lined a long black bar. If they had
mead and other liquids then perhaps they had food for her.
She moved deeper into the room and everyone turned to stare at her, their eyes wide. She frowned
at them all. Why did they stare? She thought them all strange but she wasn’t being rude by staring
at them. If she hadn’t been so hungry, she would have asked them, or forced them to tell her the
She pushed through a group of male demons, all of which were wearing their human forms, and
they turned on her. Their growls died as their eyes fell on her and they parted, staring as she passed.
Lysia leaned against the tacky black bar top.
A man walked over to her, tossed a rag over his shoulder, and smiled.
“What’ll it be?”
“I require sustenance.”
He frowned, a puzzled edge to his dark eyes, and shook his head.
Lysia tried again. “I must eat.”
He waved his right hand and another man joined him, a blond with pale eyes.
“Problem?” the blond said.
“Not getting this one,” the brunet responded.
The blond raked his eyes over her, his right brow quirking. “Taking things a bit far, aren’t we? You
She nodded. “I need sustenance.”
He looked at his friend and shrugged. “I don’t understand her.”
What was there to understand? She only wanted food.
The two men walked away, serving others who seemed to have no problem ordering what they
desired and receiving it. She cursed them and everyone who communicated with them with ease.
While she could understand many languages, she could write and speak only one. Without being
able to speak to the serving staff, she had no chance of getting blood.
A woman beside her cast a glance her way, looked down at herself, and slipped off her seat and
walked away, disappearing into the heavy crowd.
Lysia sighed, perched herself on the seat, and leaned on the bar with her forehead resting on her
arms. She was warmer inside this noisy inn but still hungry, and still tired. She needed to feed. How?
A male stopped to her left.
She turned her head towards him and ran her eyes up from the waist of his impeccable crisp black
suit to his shoulders and then his face. Vampire. She knew his kind and could see through his façade
to the wretched monster beneath. He smiled, his fangs on show to her and his pale blue eyes
swirling with ill intentions.
“Having trouble?” The dark-haired vampire leaned his left elbow on the bar beside her and she sat
She nodded. “I need to order blood.”
He frowned at her and her heart sank. He didn’t understand her either.
“What language is that? I’m afraid I’m not familiar with it. Can you mime what you want?” He shifted
closer and she focused hard on every word he said, listening closely so she could grasp the words he
used and use them too.
He smiled a little wider, and shifted a little closer. His gaze drifted down to her chest and back up
“Mime?” He made a show of using his hands to make shapes.
She was about to do as he asked when he danced his fingers over her left shoulder.
A cold shiver ran over her flesh and skated down her spine.
Lysia flicked her right wrist and hurled him across the room, scattering the crowd and ripping a few
shocked gasps from them.
A male further along the bar looked her way.
She froze as her eyes met his, heat pulsing through her, a visceral throb that reached right down to
The male was handsome, but darkness clung to him, danger that called to her and lured her to him.
There was evil in him.
He would know her tongue.
He raised a glass filled with green liquid and tipped his head, causing threads of his silver-white hair
to fall and brush his brow. He swept them back and she caught a brief glimpse of tiny horns above
his ears. Her belly flipped and heated.
“Kudos for giving Villandry hell,” he said above the thumping music, his deep rumbling voice doing
funny things to her insides and turning her knees to rubber.
She presumed Villandry was the name of the vampire now picking himself up off the floor across the
busy room. She wasn’t sure what kudos meant though.
Lysia swallowed her trembling heart, slipped off her seat and approached the pale-haired male with
all the confidence she could muster when he was staring at her, his jade eyes burning into her body
and setting her aflame.
Rousing strange feelings within her.
She halted beside him.
He swivelled to face her, set his drink down on the bar but kept his left hand on the stem of the
elegant glass, and raised an eyebrow.
“Why are you naked?”
He held his right hand out and black material appeared in it. He offered it to her.
Lysia took it and stared at it, unsure what to do with it.
The male huffed, released his drink and stood, managing to tower over her despite the fact she was
taller than the other females present. He moved closer to her and took the material back, but she
didn’t notice it leaving her hands. The heat radiating from his big body washed over her, cocooning
her in warmth and strengthening the feelings stirring in the pit of her belly.
She stared down at the strip of cut, hard muscles visible between the armoured plates around his
hips and his breastplate. A warrior. Her heart accelerated. Her breathing quickened. She dragged her
eyes back up to his face and found he wasn’t looking at her. He busied himself with slipping her arms
into the garment he had made for her and she busied herself with memorising every sculpted plane
of his face, from his straight nose and strong jaw, to his firm lips as they compressed into a mulish
She inched her gaze up higher, to the stunning jade eyes that were focused on their work with
an intensity that made her ache inside with a desire to have them locked on hers with the same
They shifted to meet hers and then dropped, a fascinating glimmer of shyness in them that lasted
only a heartbeat before coldness swept in to wash it away.
He tugged the material closed over her front and tied a belt around her waist, fastening the garment
“There,” he murmured, “now people will stop looking at you funnily, and you can stop looking at me
He stepped back, a scowl darkening his striking eyes. She hadn’t been looking at him strangely. She
was merely fascinated by him. Now that she was close to him, she could sense the depth of the
darkness within him but something else countered it, something she could only describe as good.
There was more to the male before her than she had anticipated, and it made the pull she felt
towards him grow stronger.
She looked herself over. The sleeves were too long, concealing her hands, and the material reached
her ankles. The garment covered all of her, leaving nothing on show. Had that been his intention?
“What do you want?” he said, bringing her focus back to him.
She lifted her eyes to meet his. “Blood.”
He back peddled, almost falling over his seat, a flicker of something dark crossing his handsome face.
His eyes shone pure violet.
He had eyes like hers.
And he understood her.
“Leave me alone,” he barked and snatched up his drink with a shaky hand. He downed it, slammed
the glass back onto the bar top, and shoved it forwards, away from him. “I’m not interested.”
Lysia frowned and shrank back. Why was he rejecting her company? He had given her something to
wear, had seemed concerned about her, and now he was pushing her away. She clutched the robe
over her chest in both hands and risked a step closer to him instead.
“I only desire blood... but I cannot order it.”
His violet gaze darted to her and away again. A shadow settled on his troubled features, turning
them grim. He looked down into her eyes for long seconds, stealing all of her attention, sucking it
away from the room and her surroundings.
He raised his hand and she flinched away, anticipating the strike.
It didn’t happen.
She squinted, remaining held away from him, and looked up into his eyes.
He cocked a single pale eyebrow and waved his left hand. The brunet male behind the bar came to
them. He had been signalling the serving staff.
She had much to learn about this realm.
“Blood, straight up,” the white-haired male said.
The servant’s expression turned wary and he shifted foot to foot. “I’m not allowed to serve you
blood, remember? You made me promise.”
He had? She canted her head, studying both men. Why had the man asked the servant not to give
him blood? Did he drink it as she did?
The pale-haired warrior scrubbed a hand down his face and sighed. He pressed both hands into the
bar, digging his black claws into the wood, and leaned forwards, closer to the man.
“It is not for me. It is for the woman.”
The brunet shrugged. “She has to order it then.”
The warrior tipped his head back, screwed his eyes shut and sighed, and she felt he was searching
for calm. He drew several slow deep breaths before opening his eyes again and fixing them back on
“I do not think she knows how,” he said.
“I tried, but the man didn’t understand me.” That brought his gaze back to her and she shivered
under the intensity of it.
“That would be because you are speaking a language this man doesn’t know... one I don’t have a
fucking clue about either but for some godforsaken reason I can understand you.” He shoved his
fingers through his hair, clawing it back until it tugged at his forehead, smoothing the skin, and
ground his teeth. He released his head, dropped his hands to his sides, and huffed as he leaned over,
bringing his face close to hers. “Repeat after me if you desire... blood.”
She nodded, noting that it had taken a lot of effort for him to speak that final word. Why?
She leaned closer to him, trying to shut out the noise of the room so she could hear every syllable
that left his lips.
She watched how they moved as he spoke. How his tongue moved. How his teeth moved.
Her focus shattered.
He had fangs.
Made for drinking blood.
Yet he had asked the man not to serve it to him.
And she had asked him to speak of it, something which had evidently pained him.
She stepped back and his pale eyebrows dipped low above his now-green eyes.
“I’m sorry. I have troubled you with my request.” She went to turn away but he caught her arm in a
vice-like grip, holding her firm. She looked down at his black fingers around her and the claws that
blended into the robe he had given her, and then up into his eyes.
He shook his head and spoke again, slower this time. “A glass of blood, please.”
Lysia swallowed to wet her parched throat and spoke the sounds he had made, repeating them
several times over and growing in confidence when he smiled, making her heart flutter in her chest.
He nodded and jerked his head towards the brunet behind the bar.
She turned to face him. “A glass of blood, puh-leeese.”
“We’ll work on that last bit,” the warrior muttered beside her, a touch of warmth in his deep voice.
The man nodded. “That’s ten quid.”
What was a quid and where did she find ten of them?
“Money,” the brunet said.
She looked down at herself. As the warrior had clearly mentioned, and this man knew, she had come
here naked. She had no coin.
The warrior huffed and slammed two pieces of reddish paper down on the bar top. “It’s on me. Plus
The bartender looked displeased and Lysia feared he wouldn’t give her the blood because the
warrior was paying for it, and had requested this man not serve him blood.
She bared her fangs and growled at the brunet, preparing to attack.
“Down girl.” The white-haired warrior caught hold of her arm again, wrapping long fingers around it,
and heat blazed through her.
She looked across at him, her eyes wide. He glared at the bartender.
The man heaved a sigh, swiped the money off the bar, and walked away. A sharp spear shot through
her heart and she tried to pull away from the warrior to follow the man, afraid he wouldn’t return.
The warrior’s grip on her arm tightened and he pulled her closer, until her backside bumped against
his thighs. An achy shiver bolted through her and she spun to face him, catching the shock in his eyes
before he covered it. He had felt it too.
“He will be back with your drink and then you can leave me alone,” he said in a gruff tone, released
her and sat back on his seat, turning his profile to her.
Lysia’s heartbeat began to climb, awareness of the people around her creeping back in. The vampire
was on his feet again and glaring at her. Others stared her way too. Some of them not mortal. She
didn’t like how they watched her, not when she was weak.
Only the warrior felt as if he wasn’t a threat to her and that he would protect her rather than seek to
She didn’t want to leave his side.
The brunet returned as the warrior had said, bringing an elegant glass of green liquid for him and
one filled with dark liquid. He set that one down in front of her and moved off to serve another
The warrior eyed her expectantly.
He wanted her to leave.
Lysia sucked down a breath for courage and reminded herself that she was a warrior too and as
powerful as any of these beings on her best day. Today was not her best day though and it was
wreaking havoc on her courage, leaving her feeling vulnerable. She was injured, starving, and
everything around her felt so alien and unfamiliar.
Except for him.
He made her feel safe.
She made sure she had all of his attention before she whispered, “Allow me to stay. The men here
mean me harm.”
His face darkened, his jade eyes swirling into blazing violet, and he slid his deadly gaze towards those
staring at her.
She felt their eyes leave her.
“Sit,” he growled, more a command than a request, and she obeyed.
She took the stool beside him, swivelled to face the bar and picked up her glass. She sipped the
blood, her gums itching and fangs aching to descend. She wanted to gulp it down but it was such a
small quantity and she didn’t think the warrior would buy her more.
It wasn’t enough to appease her hunger. It would only take the edge off it.
She would need more and her heart said she knew where she wanted her next meal to come from.
Her gaze slid to the warrior, settling on his strong neck and the pulse hammering there, powerful
and steady, a beat that called to her.
She wanted to bite him.
Her Avenging Angel is due for release in ebook and paperback on October 11th 2014 and will be available from all major online book retailers. Pre-order links available soon
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Books in the Her Angel paranormal romance series:
Book 1: Her Dark Angel – FREE in ebook at selected retailers
Book 2: Her Fallen Angel
Book 3: Her Warrior Angel
Book 4: Her Guardian Angel
Book 5: Her Demonic Angel
Book 6: Her Wicked Angel
Book 7: Her Avenging Angel
About Felicity Heaton:
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons!
If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you
like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-
alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and
erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds
filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
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