Her Sinful Angel, book eight in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Her Angel, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website.
Find out how to enter the Her Sinful Angel international giveaway (ends August 9th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website, where you can also download a 5 chapter sample of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/her-sinful-angel-romance-book.php
Here’s more about Her Sinful Angel, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance novel.
Her Sinful Angel is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/her-sinful-angel-romance-book.php
What the fuck was he doing?
Lucifer stormed down the hall, shadows streaming from his fingers as he snarled through his fangs, torn between seeking out something to take out his anger on and returning to the room where Nina waited for him.
He reached the towering vestibule of the fortress before stopping dead.
The floating staircases that connected the floors of his home blurred and his fingers relaxed, uncurling to hang limp.
Nina.
She had said her name was Nina.
He’d had many women as guests in his castle, but never once had he known their name. It felt dangerous. Intimate.
With nothing more than a single word, she had entranced him.
Enslaved him.
He had stood there staring at her, pondering her name and running it around his head, discovering it had a pleasing ring to it.
One he could imagine uttering at the height of pleasure, when he was lost in the heat of passion with her, entangled and entwined in his bed.
Another growl curled from his lips and he managed another step before stopping again, his feet refusing to cooperate.
Refusing to take him another inch further from her.
Nina.
Fuck, he had never thought anyone or anything could have power over him again, but it seemed that single innocent word and the female it belonged to had somehow mastered him.
He snarled and forced himself to take another step, increasing the distance between them and denying the pressing need to turn around and go back to the room where she waited. He wanted to watch her, study her, until the end of time. As dangerous as it was to admit it, she fascinated him.
No female before her had captivated him as she did.
No female had a perfect blend of light and darkness inside them as she did.
Both the light and the dark pulled him towards her and he was powerless to resist. His feet shifted, not forwards this time but back a step, bringing him closer to her again.
He cursed, spitting the vilest one imaginable in the demonic tongue, and the ground shook. The gilded bone chandeliers hanging from the staircases that cut across the enormous space in the vestibule trembled, causing the light to flicker and even fade in some places.
What the fuck was he doing?
Was this all part of Mihail’s plan?
Had the bastard tracked down the most beautiful, pure yet tainted female on purpose?
The angel must have known that she would lure him to her, that the seed of darkness that lived within her, the pain that had left its mark on her soul, would be irresistible to him.
But Lucifer had slept with many females who had been tainted by darkness, and he had never felt a pull towards them. He had never desired them.
They had been a means to an end, a method of producing an heir, a vessel that he could use to leave Hell and wreak havoc on Heaven without risking releasing the princes from their prison.
Nina was so much more to that.
He pressed a hand to his chest, clawing at his suit jacket as a weight settled behind his ribs, an aching heaviness that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
An emotion he had never wanted to feel again.
Loneliness.
Even a king could know loneliness and despair born of fear that he would forever be alone, and it was a bitter and cutting sort of loneliness. It was a loneliness experienced even when surrounded by those who served him. It was despair that ate away at him even when he wasn’t aware of it.
And he had never been aware of it before now.
He had always believed himself happy here, in his kingdom, a ruler of all that he could see. An entire realm was under his command and every creature in it bowed to him. He had a million under his yoke, willing to die for him.
A million servants.
Not one equal.
How long had he felt this way? How long had this feeling been festering inside him like a disease, creating a rotten core?
Lucifer looked back over his shoulder, down the corridor towards Nina’s room. How was it he felt as if she could cure him, could scrape out the parts that had gone bad and replace those that had wasted away inside him?
That tiny flicker of light in his soul mocked him with the answer.
Because he was feeling again.
Erin had been the catalyst, the one who had reawakened emotions in him, and he had tried to keep them under control and vanquish them. She had made him weak and he hadn’t fought hard enough, and now he was paying for it. He was paying for allowing them to gain a foothold inside him once again.
He should have put an end to them when he had first become aware of them rather than letting them grow.
Lucifer laughed at that.
There were a great many things he should have done differently in his long life, and none of them he could change now. The past was for angels as it was for mortals, an indelible path that nothing could alter. He had come to terms with that a great many centuries ago, but it still didn’t seem to stop him from dwelling on the mistakes he had made. As if mulling over them would fix them. It changed nothing. He could only move forwards, keep walking tall and keep fighting, and perhaps one day he would have the vengeance he desired and everything he had suffered, everything he had endured, would be worth it.
One day.
His lips curled into a wicked smile.
One day the entire world would tremble at his feet.
The ground shook beneath him, rattling the chandeliers again, the vibrations running up his legs as they grew stronger. Black shadows swirled from his fingertips and curled around his arms, and his shoulder blades itched, his wings desiring the freedom he rarely gave to them. He snarled as his mood blackened, pleasing thoughts of standing atop a mountain and seeing the puny mortals and the bastard angels quivering in fear as his legions decimated them running through his mind. The quake followed his mood, violently shaking the fortress, and he grinned as a crack forked across the floor of the hallway like a lightning bolt.
A shriek shattered the hold the darkness had on him.
The fortress settled and the shadows dissipated.
Nina.
Lucifer was striding along the corridor in her direction before he even realised he was moving, his swift steps carrying him back to her. The floor repaired itself beneath his feet, the crack sealing and returning the stone to how perfect it had been before his temper had slipped its leash.
He focused on himself and employed a power he hadn’t used in millennia.
The ability to mask his presence, making him invisible to mortal eyes.
Fear flowed from ahead of him, rippling over him like a stream, and he almost cursed before he caught himself and told himself that he didn’t care that he had frightened the mortal female.
The door to her room was open and for a moment he feared she would have left her sanctuary, but then he reached it and spotted her inside the spacious apartment. Relief swept through him, a curious emotion he hadn’t experienced in a long time and didn’t want to experience now. He didn’t want to feel anything.
Yet he found himself standing on the threshold of her room feeling a myriad of emotions that tore him in a thousand directions, none of which he should have been contemplating. He should have been moving on now that he had seen she was well and unhurt. He should have been heading out to the prison to deal with his business there, using it to eradicate the feelings Nina stirred in him.
He shouldn’t be transfixed by the sight of her as she stood near the red velvet couch, her hands tucked against her chest, clutching the silky white material and pulling it tight across her breasts.
He shouldn’t be fascinated by how her heart settled as he stood there and her courage returned, bravery he had noticed in her when he had come to see her and bring her food, intending to question her again. She had been stronger, had radiated alluring confidence in his presence, and had even questioned him.
She had asked for his name.
No one had ever asked for his name before.
And he meant no one.
When he had served Heaven, all had known it. When he had been cast into Hell, none had cared about it. When he had risen to rule this realm, they had given him a new name. The Devil.
In all the millennia he had been alive, not a single soul had actually bothered to ask him for his name.
He cocked his head as he watched her moving around the room. Mortals were weak, but she had strength in her. It wasn’t physical. She was as frail as all mortals in that respect. It was emotional, and he had no doubt that it had been born from the ashes of her past and her pain.
Lucifer leaned against the doorframe, folded his arms across his chest, and studied her, the world around them falling away as he sought answers to the questions that refused to leave his mind.
What had happened to her?
What was it about her that fascinated him?
He had never really taken the time to study mortal nuances, not in all the years he had walked among her kind. They had never interested him before, and they shouldn’t interest him now.
Yet she fascinated him.
She carefully brought her tea cup to her lips, took a sip, and then lowered it again as she walked around the room. A drop of liquid remained on her lower lip, trembling there, luring his gaze to her mouth. He stared at it for long seconds, losing track of time, before he noticed something else.
A tiny streak of a pale silvery scar on her chin, close to the left corner of her lower lip.
The longer he stared at that little mark, the stronger his hunger to kiss that spot grew inside him, obliterating his awareness of anything but that scar and her lips. Fuck, he wanted to press a lingering kiss to that scar and breathe her in. He wanted to feel her tremble beneath his lips and sense the anticipation in her, the stirrings of desire and need, a hunger that only he could satisfy.
He wanted to take the bold and dangerous leap to kissing her.
Lucifer stormed down the hall, shadows streaming from his fingers as he snarled through his fangs, torn between seeking out something to take out his anger on and returning to the room where Nina waited for him.
He reached the towering vestibule of the fortress before stopping dead.
The floating staircases that connected the floors of his home blurred and his fingers relaxed, uncurling to hang limp.
Nina.
She had said her name was Nina.
He’d had many women as guests in his castle, but never once had he known their name. It felt dangerous. Intimate.
With nothing more than a single word, she had entranced him.
Enslaved him.
He had stood there staring at her, pondering her name and running it around his head, discovering it had a pleasing ring to it.
One he could imagine uttering at the height of pleasure, when he was lost in the heat of passion with her, entangled and entwined in his bed.
Another growl curled from his lips and he managed another step before stopping again, his feet refusing to cooperate.
Refusing to take him another inch further from her.
Nina.
Fuck, he had never thought anyone or anything could have power over him again, but it seemed that single innocent word and the female it belonged to had somehow mastered him.
He snarled and forced himself to take another step, increasing the distance between them and denying the pressing need to turn around and go back to the room where she waited. He wanted to watch her, study her, until the end of time. As dangerous as it was to admit it, she fascinated him.
No female before her had captivated him as she did.
No female had a perfect blend of light and darkness inside them as she did.
Both the light and the dark pulled him towards her and he was powerless to resist. His feet shifted, not forwards this time but back a step, bringing him closer to her again.
He cursed, spitting the vilest one imaginable in the demonic tongue, and the ground shook. The gilded bone chandeliers hanging from the staircases that cut across the enormous space in the vestibule trembled, causing the light to flicker and even fade in some places.
What the fuck was he doing?
Was this all part of Mihail’s plan?
Had the bastard tracked down the most beautiful, pure yet tainted female on purpose?
The angel must have known that she would lure him to her, that the seed of darkness that lived within her, the pain that had left its mark on her soul, would be irresistible to him.
But Lucifer had slept with many females who had been tainted by darkness, and he had never felt a pull towards them. He had never desired them.
They had been a means to an end, a method of producing an heir, a vessel that he could use to leave Hell and wreak havoc on Heaven without risking releasing the princes from their prison.
Nina was so much more to that.
He pressed a hand to his chest, clawing at his suit jacket as a weight settled behind his ribs, an aching heaviness that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
An emotion he had never wanted to feel again.
Loneliness.
Even a king could know loneliness and despair born of fear that he would forever be alone, and it was a bitter and cutting sort of loneliness. It was a loneliness experienced even when surrounded by those who served him. It was despair that ate away at him even when he wasn’t aware of it.
And he had never been aware of it before now.
He had always believed himself happy here, in his kingdom, a ruler of all that he could see. An entire realm was under his command and every creature in it bowed to him. He had a million under his yoke, willing to die for him.
A million servants.
Not one equal.
How long had he felt this way? How long had this feeling been festering inside him like a disease, creating a rotten core?
Lucifer looked back over his shoulder, down the corridor towards Nina’s room. How was it he felt as if she could cure him, could scrape out the parts that had gone bad and replace those that had wasted away inside him?
That tiny flicker of light in his soul mocked him with the answer.
Because he was feeling again.
Erin had been the catalyst, the one who had reawakened emotions in him, and he had tried to keep them under control and vanquish them. She had made him weak and he hadn’t fought hard enough, and now he was paying for it. He was paying for allowing them to gain a foothold inside him once again.
He should have put an end to them when he had first become aware of them rather than letting them grow.
Lucifer laughed at that.
There were a great many things he should have done differently in his long life, and none of them he could change now. The past was for angels as it was for mortals, an indelible path that nothing could alter. He had come to terms with that a great many centuries ago, but it still didn’t seem to stop him from dwelling on the mistakes he had made. As if mulling over them would fix them. It changed nothing. He could only move forwards, keep walking tall and keep fighting, and perhaps one day he would have the vengeance he desired and everything he had suffered, everything he had endured, would be worth it.
One day.
His lips curled into a wicked smile.
One day the entire world would tremble at his feet.
The ground shook beneath him, rattling the chandeliers again, the vibrations running up his legs as they grew stronger. Black shadows swirled from his fingertips and curled around his arms, and his shoulder blades itched, his wings desiring the freedom he rarely gave to them. He snarled as his mood blackened, pleasing thoughts of standing atop a mountain and seeing the puny mortals and the bastard angels quivering in fear as his legions decimated them running through his mind. The quake followed his mood, violently shaking the fortress, and he grinned as a crack forked across the floor of the hallway like a lightning bolt.
A shriek shattered the hold the darkness had on him.
The fortress settled and the shadows dissipated.
Nina.
Lucifer was striding along the corridor in her direction before he even realised he was moving, his swift steps carrying him back to her. The floor repaired itself beneath his feet, the crack sealing and returning the stone to how perfect it had been before his temper had slipped its leash.
He focused on himself and employed a power he hadn’t used in millennia.
The ability to mask his presence, making him invisible to mortal eyes.
Fear flowed from ahead of him, rippling over him like a stream, and he almost cursed before he caught himself and told himself that he didn’t care that he had frightened the mortal female.
The door to her room was open and for a moment he feared she would have left her sanctuary, but then he reached it and spotted her inside the spacious apartment. Relief swept through him, a curious emotion he hadn’t experienced in a long time and didn’t want to experience now. He didn’t want to feel anything.
Yet he found himself standing on the threshold of her room feeling a myriad of emotions that tore him in a thousand directions, none of which he should have been contemplating. He should have been moving on now that he had seen she was well and unhurt. He should have been heading out to the prison to deal with his business there, using it to eradicate the feelings Nina stirred in him.
He shouldn’t be transfixed by the sight of her as she stood near the red velvet couch, her hands tucked against her chest, clutching the silky white material and pulling it tight across her breasts.
He shouldn’t be fascinated by how her heart settled as he stood there and her courage returned, bravery he had noticed in her when he had come to see her and bring her food, intending to question her again. She had been stronger, had radiated alluring confidence in his presence, and had even questioned him.
She had asked for his name.
No one had ever asked for his name before.
And he meant no one.
When he had served Heaven, all had known it. When he had been cast into Hell, none had cared about it. When he had risen to rule this realm, they had given him a new name. The Devil.
In all the millennia he had been alive, not a single soul had actually bothered to ask him for his name.
He cocked his head as he watched her moving around the room. Mortals were weak, but she had strength in her. It wasn’t physical. She was as frail as all mortals in that respect. It was emotional, and he had no doubt that it had been born from the ashes of her past and her pain.
Lucifer leaned against the doorframe, folded his arms across his chest, and studied her, the world around them falling away as he sought answers to the questions that refused to leave his mind.
What had happened to her?
What was it about her that fascinated him?
He had never really taken the time to study mortal nuances, not in all the years he had walked among her kind. They had never interested him before, and they shouldn’t interest him now.
Yet she fascinated him.
She carefully brought her tea cup to her lips, took a sip, and then lowered it again as she walked around the room. A drop of liquid remained on her lower lip, trembling there, luring his gaze to her mouth. He stared at it for long seconds, losing track of time, before he noticed something else.
A tiny streak of a pale silvery scar on her chin, close to the left corner of her lower lip.
The longer he stared at that little mark, the stronger his hunger to kiss that spot grew inside him, obliterating his awareness of anything but that scar and her lips. Fuck, he wanted to press a lingering kiss to that scar and breathe her in. He wanted to feel her tremble beneath his lips and sense the anticipation in her, the stirrings of desire and need, a hunger that only he could satisfy.
He wanted to take the bold and dangerous leap to kissing her.
Her Sinful Angel is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.
Find all the links, a fantastic 5 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/her-sinful-angel-romance-book.php
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
Book 8: Her Sinful Angel
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 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 Her Angel series. If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places: |
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