Her Avenging
Angel, the seventh book in New York Times
best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Her Angel, is now
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about Her Avenging Angel, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance
novel.
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 heart.
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?
Excerpt
Nevar turned down the alley that would
bring him to Cloud Nine.
He stopped and frowned. The sign was off
and there was no queue of mortals, but the club was open. What was going on?
Only one way to find out. He walked towards the door.
The bouncer acknowledged him with a jerk of
his chin and he pushed past the huge demon male and stepped into the club.
The lights were on inside, the colourful
ones above the bar bathing the area and the demons milling around along its
length. No music though.
No mortals.
His gaze sought the female he had met
before, although he wasn’t sure why. It had been days since his last visit. She
would be long gone, and it was stupid of him to hope that she would still be
around, or remotely interested in him.
He headed for the bar, his eyes still
scanning the demons for the woman even when he told himself to let her go and
shove her out of his head.
A blonde cut into his path, her hands
firmly planted on her hips, pale against her red jeans. A flicker of darkness
danced in her eyes. Her stance caused her chest to jut upwards, showing off
ample cleavage in her low cut black camisole. She narrowed her gaze on him and
looked as if she was about to lose her pretty façade, revealing the hideous
monster that lurked beneath her skin.
The boss.
And she was pissed about something.
He scanned the club again, frowning as he
noticed that the demons present were jittery too, disturbed for some reason.
Had something happened?
If it had, he wasn’t sure why the boss was
holding him responsible, and the intense glare she was giving him said she
definitely thought it was his fault.
“Do something,” she snapped, sharp teeth
flashing between her glossy red lips, and flicked her short hair away from her
face.
He arched an eyebrow down at her. “I don’t
follow. What is your problem?”
She turned and pointed, and the crowd
parted.
Nevar’s jaw almost dropped.
The female was there, curled up and
sleeping on the grimy black bar top, naked again.
But not exposed.
Dark leathery wings wrapped around her
slender form, cocooning her.
His feet moved of their own accord,
carrying him across the room to her, unable to resist the powerful pull he felt
towards her. The demons stepped back, making more room and allowing him and the
boss to pass and approach the female.
What was she?
He cocked his head and his eyes darted over
her before settling on her face. She was even more beautiful in sleep, her face
soft and peaceful.
“She’s been sleeping there since the other
night and she’s ruining my business. I can’t let mortals in when there’s a
demon asleep on the bar.” The bite in the boss’s tone caused several demons
nearby to edge further away and exchange nervous glances. “Do something.”
The blonde had a reputation as a hard-ass
bitch with a temper, but he was damned if she was going to order him around. He
had enough bosses in his life already.
“Tell her to leave then.” He cast her a
glance as he folded his arms across his chest and shrugged. “It’s not my
problem.”
She flashed twin rows of deadly sharp teeth
on a hiss. “I tried that… and the bitch attacked me and started ranting. None
of us could understand her.”
Nevar struggled to hold back the grin that
tried to curve his lips as he thought about the boss getting a taste of her own
medicine, served to her by such a delicate looking female. It was probably long
past due and was definitely time someone had the balls to stand up to the demon
owner of Cloud Nine.
He looked back at the woman sleeping on the
bar and drew closer to her, feeling light and hazy as he approached her, as if
he wasn’t quite with the world.
She had refused to leave the club. Why?
He had his answer when her eyelids
fluttered and slowly opened, revealing sleep-filled hazel eyes that brightened
as they settled on him.
She sat up, her black wings falling away
from her body to drape across the bar top.
“I waited for you.”
He felt strange on hearing those words
leaving her soft lips, as if they had cast a spell on him all over again and
pulled him deep under it, leaving him suffused with warmth and peace.
“Can you understand the bitch like the
bartenders said you could?” the boss said from beside his elbow and he nodded.
“I can. I don’t speak her language but I
know what she’s saying, and she understands English.”
The blonde snarled, “Tell her to leave then
or things will get ugly.”
Nevar had no doubt that things would only
get ugly for the boss. The little female on the bar could probably lay the
whole club to waste without breaking a sweat. What was she?
“I shall ask her nicely for you.” Nevar
smirked at the boss and then turned his attention back to the female. “You have
to leave.”
Her face lit up, she hopped down from the
bar, landing close to him, her bare body almost brushing his, and smiled. “I
will leave with you.”
Not quite what he had said and far from
what he had intended, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her. He stared down
into her eyes, picking out all the flecks of gold amongst green, lost in her
all over again.
She stretched, raising her arms high above
her head and flashing the entire room. Several of the male demons suddenly
looked less nervous and more as if they might risk their balls by pouncing on
her.
Nevar growled at them all and used his
powers to produce jeans and a top.
He shoved them at her. “Dress.”
She took them and stared down at them, and
he began to wonder if she had any concept of clothing and dressing herself.
He snarled at her. “Put them on or I swear
I will break your wings off and dress you myself.”
She shrank back against the bar and curled
her wings behind her, shielding them with her body as she eyed him with a
flicker of fear colouring her face and her feelings.
Nevar sighed, pinched the bridge of his
nose and breathed slowly. Utter bastard. Maybe he was better off in Hell, stuck
in a room on guard duty, away from the world. He wasn’t fit to be near other
people, and definitely not her.
He drew in another slow breath, exhaled it
and lowered his hand to his side.
“You cannot walk around naked,” he said,
trying a gentler approach, one worthy of such a beautiful female. “You must
dress.”
She nodded, turned her back on him and set
the clothes down on the bar. When she grabbed the jeans and bent forwards to
put them on, flashing her bare backside at every male in the bar, Nevar growled
and called his wings. They burst from his back, knocking a few of the demon
males away, and he used them to shield her from their hungry eyes.
She shimmied into the black jeans and then
held the silver-grey halter-top up, staring at it for so long that he realised
she wasn’t sure how it worked and was trying to figure it out.
“Here.” He caught hold of her left wrist
and spun her to face him, doing his best to keep her shielded by his black
feathered wings and keep his eyes off her bare breasts. He took the top from her
and eyed her leathery wings. “Can you make them go away?”
She shook her head. “Not right now. I am
hungry. Weak. I require sustenance.”
“Same here.” But he didn’t think he was
going to get his order of pulled pork buns and chicken wings now. The boss
would kick him out as soon as the female was dressed and ready to leave.
He sighed again and pushed the image of
delicious food from his mind. He could find somewhere to eat once he had lured
her out of the club and ditched her.
He crouched in front of her and opened the
tube of material that formed the lower half of the halter-top. “We will do this
the hard way then. Step into it.”
She did as instructed and he slowly tugged
the top up her long legs, biting back a groan as the feel of her thighs against
his hands and his position had him instantly rock hard in his loincloth. No one
would notice with his armour in place, but he didn’t like how quickly his body
responded to her, or that they might see the effect she had on him.
She might see.
Was it because she was a demon and he was
subconsciously thinking about her giving him Euphoria? Was his body hard-wired
to see a female demon now and automatically prepare for sex?
He ground his teeth and cursed himself.
If it was, then it was his own damned fault.
He would ditch her as soon as he could and
continue his mission, and forget all about Euphoria. He didn’t need it. He
wouldn’t go back to whoring himself for a fix. It wasn’t worth the pain and
humiliation.
If he wanted pain and humiliation, he could
just return to Hell.
“Pull it up over your chest.” Nevar averted
his gaze and rose to his feet.
She wriggled in the corner of his vision
and then grumbled something as her arms moved. She waved the two lengths of
fabric that were designed to hold the top up.
“What do these do?”
Nevar took them and placed them around her
neck, and slowed as her silken hair brushed his skin and the heat of her washed
over him, becoming painfully aware of how close she was to him, the bar at her
back stopping her from being able to move away.
He breathed in her sweet dewy fragrance and
savoured the soft warmth of her skin as his thumbs brushed her neck. He drank
in her beauty as she tilted her head back, bringing her eyes up to his, and
listened to her breathing as it hitched with each sweep of his skin across
hers. She filled all of his senses, stealing his awareness of the world from
him and narrowing it down to only her. He stared down into her eyes, mesmerised
by the way they widened and overflowed with dark allure, and how her lips
parted, tempting him to taste her and making him hunger for her.
He swallowed hard, forgetting what he was
meant to be doing, transfixed by her and lost in the moment.
“I told you not to linger.” Asmodeus’s deep
voice rumbled through the silent room and shattered the spell she had cast on
Nevar. “I should have known you would.”
Nevar drew back and looked over his right
shoulder, towards his dark master.
Asmodeus’s golden eyes fell on the female
and widened. “What is she?”
Nevar kept
asking himself the same thing.
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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
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great excerpt, I love that scence where Nevar finds her naked again, makes me chuckle.
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