WIP Wednesday – Her Wicked Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 6) with new sneak peek!

I’m still working hard on the next Her Angel romance series book, HER WICKED ANGEL. My deadline for completing the first draft of this novel is next Wednesday, because I’m taking a break from this grey, wet and windy weather we’ve been suffering in the UK and heading off to warmer climes for a week. I can’t wait to get away, but before I can go, I need to wrap up this book.

I’ve managed to get the book up to 80,000 words now, and there are around 9 chapters left to write. That’s probably another 30-40,000 words to go, which seems quite daunting to me right now, but I just have to get my head down and get on with it, and I’m sure I can get this book wrapped up in the next week.

The book is coming along really well now that I’ve found my flow with it again. The release of Unleash (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 6) caused an unplanned break in my writing in order to accommodate promoting the new release and getting everything together for it. It’s always difficult when there’s a big gap in my writing time on a novel, but thankfully, it didn’t take too much work for me to get back into writing this book. I clocked up 13,000 words on Thursday last week, and a further 13,000 on Friday, and then I wrote 10,000 on Tuesday. That’s 36,000 words in three days, which boosts my faith that I can get this book completed in first draft by Wednesday next week.

When I have the book completed in first draft, I’ll probably add it to my Kindle and take it on holiday with me. I think Asmodeus and Liora will need a nice break too, and if I get in the mood, I can read it through and pick up any minor errors, and then I’ll be able to get it off to Beta readers when I get back.

I’ve had a few readers ask when this one is coming out. There’s no definite release date for it right now, but I will say that the aim is to get it out in autumn 2013, so sometime between September and November this year.

I asked my Facebook fans whether they wanted a teaser with my WIP Wednesday post and many of you shouted out that you’d like that, so I’ve picked out another of my favourite moments in the book so far.

Here’s a teaser from early in the book… all first draft because I’m only just writing it so forgive any errors…

Apollyon had painted a bleak picture of his counterpart, telling her that Asmodeus was pure evil, without a shred of good in him. Had he lied to her and to Serenity?

Liora looked at Asmodeus again, recalling how Apollyon often referred to him as a creature, as if he didn’t deserve angelic, demonic or even human status.

As if he were an animal.

Something below their level.

There was darkness in him, she couldn’t deny that or the fact that the evil he harboured had come to the surface at times, and the strength of it had shocked her and made her reconsider her desire to know more about him.

He wasn’t an animal though.

She couldn’t view him like that. He was as real as Apollyon and her too.

He was intelligent, powerful, and felt warm beneath her fingers. She had caught the flickers of true emotions in him. He had been shocked, dismayed and even offended by her questions and her observations so far. Her behaviour had intrigued, and possibly confused him.

He felt things.

He wasn’t as Apollyon painted him at all. Did Apollyon really know Asmodeus?

Had he never witnessed this side of his twin?

Liora supposed that Asmodeus had probably never had reason to reveal this side of himself to Apollyon. They had probably ended up locked in battle whenever they had come across each other.

He had revealed it to her though and she wasn’t sure why but she knew that she liked it. She liked being around him and seeing how she affected him. It fascinated her.

“Rose?” The male voice jolted her and her heart skipped a beat, shock running through her blood at the sudden intrusion into her quiet moment with Asmodeus.

A young man offered a bunch of plastic-wrapped single red roses to her and then to Asmodeus and she lifted her hand from Asmodeus’s face, meaning to refuse the street vendor.

“Rose?” The man smiled at Asmodeus and then held his free hand out in her direction and all Hell broke loose.

Asmodeus growled, his top lip peeling back to reveal short fangs, and her stomach turned. The rise in the flow of power he constantly emitted was swift and startling, a crushing force that pressed down on her. His hand shot out and he grasped the vendor by his throat, yanking him away from her.

Liora’s eyes flew wide as Asmodeus’s golden irises brightened and then turned red. Not a normal colour and she wasn’t sure he could hide that change with a glamour.

The man choked and dropped his roses. He smashed his hands against Asmodeus’s bare arm and clawed at his fingers. Asmodeus grinned and began to squeeze, and the man gasped and his eyes watered, and the veins in his temples popped to the surface as he turned red.

Liora pushed through shock straight into horrified and leaped between them, shoving Asmodeus back and seizing his arm that held the man at the same time. Asmodeus snarled when she sent fire to her palm, singeing his flesh, and pinned her with a black, vicious glare as he released the man.

The man collapsed onto the grass.

“I’m so sorry.” Liora dropped to her knees and tried to check him over but he swatted at her, his fear and panic spiking.

He scrambled around, grabbing his roses, and she tried to lay her hand on him so she could heal his throat, but he shoved her in the chest and caught her off balance. Her backside hit the dirt and she could only stare as he broke into a dead run in the opposite direction to her and Asmodeus.

The oppressive wave of Asmodeus’s power only grew worse and wind gusted against her, the longest of his black feathers appearing in the edges of her vision as he beat his wings. Hell, no. She was not about to let him fly after that poor innocent street vendor and terrorise him. Not on her watch.

Liora shot to her feet, turning at the same time, and threw everything she had into her swing. Her palm connected hard with his left cheek, the slap ringing loudly across the area and drawing more attention to them than Asmodeus had when he had attacked that poor man for no good reason.

His head snapped to his right, his wild black hair falling down over his brow, the dark slashes of his eyebrows met in a scowl and his jaw tensed as he growled.

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