Today’s tease comes from the book Her Demonic Angel, which is the fifth book in my popular Her Angel romance series. It’s a slightly longer one again this week and I hope you’ll enjoy it! Read on for this Tuesday’s tease…
Veiron stopped and looked down at Erinâ€™s feet and her bare legs. She was shivering again and it wasnâ€™t out of fear this time. The night was cold against his chest and back too. Sharing body heat sounded like a reasonable way of keeping warm.
â€œCome on,â€ he said and crouched with his back to her.
Erin climbed up onto him, her soft body pressing into his back and her thighs against his hips. Devil, she did feel good right there, snuggled close to him. She settled her arms on his shoulders as he straightened, his hands under her thighs, supporting her.
Veiron blew out his breath at the feel of her fingers sweeping across his shoulders and then down them. They paused and he kept walking, concentrating on the action to purge his desire to absorb the warmth and softness of her caress. If he didnâ€™t focus, his wings were likely to erupt from his back and knock her flying.
Not the way he wanted her to see them for the first time.
Her fingers drifted over his biceps and then followed the sweeping curves of his tattoos to his back. She held onto him with her left hand and traced the tattoo on his right shoulder blade with her other one.
â€œTheyâ€™re very beautiful,â€ she whispered, voice soft but not from her concentrating on his tattoos and being absorbed in following the design with her fingers.
There was desire in that voice, hunger in her tone that made him wonder if she was thinking about running something other than her fingers over his back.
Just the thought of her sweeping her tongue over his tattoos had him hardening painfully in his tight black jeans.
â€œThank you,â€ he uttered, distracted by his thoughts and how good she felt against him.
He fought the urge to turn down the next dark alley, drag her around to his front, pin her to the wall and scratch the itch he had for her.
If he could just scratch that itch, that dark hunger to know her taste and her body, he was sure that he could get her out of his mind and get it back on his real mission.
Wasnâ€™t going to happen.
Veiron plodded on, hands burning where they touched her bare legs so close to her bottom, mind racing as she continued to swirl her fingers around every curl and along every spike of his tattooed right shoulder.
A shiver raced across his back and it had nothing to do with Erinâ€™s touch this time.
â€œHold on,â€ he said.
Time to run again.
He pounded the pavement with Erin clutching his shoulders, her rapid pulse thumping in his mind, whispering her fear to him.
â€œHow many?â€ He felt her twist, knew she was looking back.
He liked the way she said that. Just three. Like three Hellâ€™s angels were nothing for them. They could handle such a paltry number.
He could, but with Erin around, he would be distracted, concerned that she might end up dragged into the fight somehow and injured.
â€œVeiron… theyâ€™re flying.â€
That was just cheating.
Two could play at that game.
Veiron stopped, pulled Erin around so she was against his front, and started running again.
His wings burst from his back, he ran up the back of a parked car, boots denting the trunk and roof, and launched himself into the air.
Cold night air swept through his crimson feathers as he beat his wings, carrying them higher into the alley.
â€œYou have wings. How do you have wings? You said you didnâ€™t have wings!â€
â€œNo, you thought I didnâ€™t have wings.â€ Veiron flapped them harder. Stay red. Please stay red. When his mood was degenerating as rapidly into anger and violence as it was now, it was normally impossible to keep the feathers on his wings. â€œThis really isnâ€™t the time for this argument.â€
Erin mercifully remained quiet.
Veironâ€™s red gaze darted around, searching for the right direction. If he could get Erin to Taylorâ€™s, he might be able to set her down and tell her to ring the bell and ask Wingless for help while he drew the Hellâ€™s angels away.
He spotted the small square near Taylor and Winglessâ€™s home and shot towards it. The enemy were gaining on him.
â€œHow close?â€ he said over the noise of the wind.
Erin shivered against him, her body freezing under his hands. â€œToo close. Theyâ€™re practically on us.â€
â€œFuck.â€ Veiron dived, heading back to street level, and beat his wings, desperate to put some distance between them and their pursuers. Erin tensed in his arms and buried her face against his throat. He levelled off but didnâ€™t slow down. â€œListen. Iâ€™m going to put you down and draw them away.â€
â€œNo.â€ She threw her arms around his neck and locked her legs around his hips. â€œNo. I donâ€™t want you to ditch me.â€
â€œStubborn,â€ he growled and tried to prise her off him but she did the most marvellous impression of a limpet he had ever seen. He couldnâ€™t shift her without using more of his strength and he wouldnâ€™t risk hurting her by doing so. â€œFine. Change of plans. Iâ€™ll set us both down. You hide behind one of the parked cars on the street and Iâ€™ll fight the bad guys.â€
â€œLiar.â€ She snarled the word at him. â€œYouâ€™re going to ditch me.â€
He was. He didnâ€™t have time to argue about it either.
Veiron hit the ground running, furled his crimson wings against his back, and peeled her off him. She tried to hold on but relented when she looked over his shoulder. They were closer now. He could feel them.
Her feet hit the pavement next to a parked black four-wheel-drive vehicle. It was tall enough to conceal her while he fought their three enemies. Erin reached over behind her with both hands and tried to pull the sword out of the scabbard.
â€œWhat are you doing?â€ he said and she grunted, her face screwing up in frustration. She managed to get the sword up several inches but then a flaw in her plan showed itself. Her arms werenâ€™t long enough to draw the sword.
â€œYou need this so you can fight.â€
Veiron smiled, drew the sword for her, and handed it to her. She frowned at it and then up into his eyes.
â€œA mortal sword will be of no use to me in this fight… and I have already revealed myself to them. I might as well use a weapon I favour.â€ He held his right hand out beside him and a black staff materialised in his hand.
Red patterns decorated the short black rod and red curved blades appeared at each end. The staff itself was only the length of his forearm as it was now, the blades equally as long, but he could increase the length of the rod if he needed more room in the fight.
â€œStay here.â€ Veiron touched her dirty cheek. She didnâ€™t look at him. She was staring at his hand and the spear he grasped as though he had just performed the most amazing magic trick.
She should see some of the other things he could do.
Veiron beat his wings and flew over the square.
The Hellâ€™s angels appeared and split up as soon as they spotted him, one diving off to his left, the second to his right, and the third heading straight for him.
All three of them were in their true form, making them larger than he was, huge black-skinned beasts with dragon-like wings. The yellow streetlamps reflected off their obsidian armour, draining the colour from the scarlet edging on their breastplates, greaves and the vambraces that protected their forearms.
He wished he could call his own armour but Erin was watching him from the shadow of the Range Rover and if she saw his armour, she would realise that he was like these creatures.
Veiron held the short staff of his double-ended spear in both hands and slashed at the first demonic angel as he lunged at Veiron with his black sword. Veiron knocked the blade aside and snarled as he sliced across the angelâ€™s thick black arm. The angel roared at him and attacked again, quicker this time, and Veiron struggled to counter each strike that drove him backwards through the air. His senses blared a second before a blade cut down his back, narrowly missing his wings.
He cried out and Erin shouted his name.
One of the angels turned her way and zipped towards her.
Like hell Veiron was letting him near her.
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Her Demonic Angel
A demonic angel with a heart of ice, Veiron walks a dark path with vengeance on his mind. Nothing will sway him from his mission to destroy his master… until he risks his life to enter Hell once more to save a mortal female. The fiery beauty makes him burn with hungers he must battle and needs he cannot deny, tempting him to surrender body and soul to her.
Erin is convinced her refusal to do the Devilâ€™s bidding will see her die in a terrifying realm straight out of her nightmares. The last thing she expects is the lethally sensual warrior who breaks into her cell and awakens the darkest desires of her heart and a fierce longing to know the heat of his caress.
Pulled into an incredible world where war is set to ignite and darkness is on the rise, Erin races with Veiron to escape the Devilâ€™s legions in a journey fraught with danger and filled with passion that flares white-hot.
When Erin is faced with a life-shattering realisation and an extraordinary destiny, will their love give them the strength to battle both Heaven and Hell or will they be parted forever?
You can get your hands on the first book in this series, HER DARK ANGEL, for FREE right now on selected Amazon Kindle, Kobo and Apple iBooks Stores. Find out more at my Paranormal Romance Ebook Offers page.
If you haven’t had a chance to read any of the books in the Her Angel romance series yet, they’re all available at major ebook retailers and in paperback, and you can find the links and samples of the books at my website:
Her Dark Angel (Her Angel Romance Series #1)
Her Fallen Angel (Her Angel Romance Series #2)
Her Warrior Angel (Her Angel Romance Series #3)
Her Guardian Angel (Her Angel Romance Series #4)
Her Demonic Angel (Her Angel Romance Series #5)