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Her Demonic Angel (Her Angel romance series 5) in second draft edits

Posted on 1st June 2012 by Felicity Heaton

I’ve spent the week working on Her Demonic Angel in second draft, amongst other things.

Her Demonic Angel will be the fifth book in my popular Her Angel romance series, and it’s the second novel. I had a poor start to the week. Monday was spent dealing with things to do with Masquerade, the tenth Vampires Realm romance series book and my latest release. Because I wanted to keep on target with the Her Demonic Angel edits, I decided to take my work with me to a Starbucks on Tuesday and Wednesday. It certainly helped me get some quality work done. I managed to edit 100 pages out of 350, and also wrote around 5.5 tour posts for the Masquerade Book Tour.

I’ve made a good start on the edits for Her Demonic Angel, but today was a complete bust. I did edit 30 pages of the book, but I was at home and for some reason I was very distracted by about a zillion things. You ever have those days where you just keep wanting to do something else, and you know that giving in to that urge is the only way of getting over it and moving on?

First it was an urge to check book sales and see how I’m doing versus my targets. It’s very difficult at the moment because the influx of free books on Amazon Kindle due to the KDP Select programme has begun to have a knock on effect on sales in general at the site. I think sales are down across the board because readers have been loading up their Kindles for free and most of them probably have enough books on there to keep them going for a very long time! I’m sure that Amazon will be changing the rules regarding the KDP Select programme soon so authors can’t offer books for free, or can only offer them for 1 day not 5 days. I can’t imagine they’re happy with the lower income themselves.

After I had assuaged my fears about having to return to work (yes, I am a full time author and that is my job, but that isn’t work 😉 ) at any point in the near future, I went back to work. Edited a few more pages. Had an urge to see if it’s better to get an espresso machine that can also steam milk for latte / cappucino, or get ones of those Tassimo type affairs that uses little plastic pods. I preferred the idea of having control over what milk I use, what coffee I use and no sugar, so went with a De’Longhi espresso machine that will be arriving tomorrow.

Cue getting more editing done. Then I ended up going to my local store to get coffee for the impending arrival of the espresso machine. More editing. Had an overwhelming urge to wash my hair. More editing. Had a hankering to attempt to make cinnamon buns for the first time.

At this point, I gave up with editing. It was fairly obvious that I wasn’t in the right zone today. I really need to find that zone again when working from home. I’d rather not spend Â£10-Â£15 a day (um, $16-25) in a coffee shop. You can imagine how that adds up if you’re there 4 days a week. Ouch.

But, the edit on Her Demonic Angel is coming along. I think my concentration just burned out a little today but I’ll be back on form when I next sit down to edit. I’m thinking that will be Monday, but who knows as it’s the Queen’s Jubilee weekend here in the UK so there’s a lot of celebrations going on and two days of holiday, and my husband will probably be off for some of that time.

Oh, and my cinnamon rolls aren’t pretty but they taste so good.

It’s almost 5:30pm, and typically I’m suddenly in the mood to edit. Veiron will have to wait.Â

Paranormal Romance Books Releases in 2012 – updated!

Posted on 28th May 2012 by Felicity Heaton

I’ve been debating the schedule for my remaining paranormal romance book releases in 2012. Originally I was going to follow this schedule:

June 23rd – Seduce (Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series #3)
August 4th – Enslave (Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series #4)
September 15th – Her Demonic Angel (Her Angel romance series #5)

I can’t decide whether to swap Enslave and Her Demonic Angel. If I do, then the release dates won’t stay exactly the same. I would have to release Her Demonic Angel closer to the end of August, and Enslave would then be released around the beginning of October. My reason for changing them around is that I know people are waiting for the next book in the Her Angel series and I do hate to keep my readers waiting. I know I can probably get the book edited in time for a late August release date, around 3 weeks before the current scheduled release.

Of course, as I said, that then pushes the release of Enslave into October or possibly right at the end of September. At the moment, it’s all theoretical and all comes down to how long it takes me to do the second draft of Her Demonic Angel, which I’ve just started. After the second draft, it needs to sit for a while and then I need to polish it, and then finally proof it. I’ve read through Her Demonic Angel and it seems to be in good order, with only minor changes throughout and some work needed on the end and a couple of other scenes in the book. Even so, it is a 130,000 word book, so it will take time to edit regardless of how much or how little work has to be done on it.

If I do manage to get the second draft done in reasonable time, then there is every chance that the new release schedule for the rest of my paranormal romance books this year will look more like this:

June 23rd – Seduce (Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series #3)
August 25th – Her Demonic Angel (Her Angel romance series #5)
September 29th – Enslave (Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series #4)

It’s all very much up in the air right now though but I would like to see this switch around happen. It might not be possible just because Her Demonic Angel is such a huge book to edit and I don’t like to rush these things. Plus, it destroys any wiggle room that I had built into my schedule to allow for things like feeling under the weather, last minute trips, general slacking or lack of inspiration.

I am looking forward to writing again though. I think I’m stuck in editing Hell for the next few months so I’ll be crazy from desire to write by the end of it.

What do you all think? Would you prefer to get Her Demonic Angel three weeks earlier than scheduled or are you happy to wait for the original September release date?

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News about Seduce and the Vampire Erotic Theatre series, plus my 2013 release schedule

Posted on 9th May 2012 by Felicity Heaton

Firstly, I don’t like this new Blogger dashboard. It’s just not intuitive for me and posting takes so much longer now, and it’s a pain to get from writing a post, to viewing my blog.

Now that little grumble is out of the way, on to the good stuff.

I’ve been hard at work this week, which has been less of a challenge than I expected considering that I’ve just returned from three weeks off galavanting around Europe. I like that word. Galavanting. It’s wholly underused (even in its other variation, gallivanting). I had thought I would be slow to get back into work again but the lure of polishing a book had been chomping at the bit to get to work and it was annoying having to do the whole catching up with emails, interviews, etc, thing that often happens when people return to work from a holiday.

I’ve been polishing Seduce, the next book in the Vampire Erotic Theatre series, and it has been an absolute pleasure. Antoine is really going to make you melt in his story and I think he’ll be claiming a few hearts among you all. Snow shows his true colours, in both extremes, his darkness and his light. It’s a real emotion-fest, full of passion and temptation, and wickedness, and some revelations that will have you aching for both Snow and Antoine.

And now I’ve almost said too much. I don’t want to give away any juicy details but it’s hard because I do love to share everything about my books. I don’t want to spoil the book for everyone though, so I’m zipping my lips. You’ll just have to read it when it comes out in June, but you will get a good Snow fix from this one… although it might just leave you gasping for more and panting for his book.

Next on my agenda is figuring out how to maximise my promotion efforts. I’ve been tinkering here and there with them, but I haven’t been totally committed to my marketing work and have often slacked off in favour of writing, editing, or just procrastinating on Facebook and Twitter and chatting to everyone. I think it’s something all authors suffer. We just want to write write write and play with our characters and series, but we have to do the harder work too, and sometimes it sucks. Sometimes my energy gets so low that I can’t face promoting my books. It’s so easy to get disheartened when you see no comments on posts you’ve made, or book tour stops, or the only time you get people to come out of their shell is when you’re running a competition… and it’s doubly disheartening when you see other authors doing tremendously and being everywhere at once. At times like that, it’s difficult to muster the enthusiasm for marketing. You just want to hide in your cave and write. I’m sure many authors out there know exactly what I’m talking about. We shouldn’t judge our success by measuring it against how others are doing, but we do.

I’m putting together my writing and editing schedule for the rest of the year soon and hoping that I can stick to it by allowing enough time for each project. Normally I underestimate or cut it close to the bone, so I’m determined now to make a schedule that allows for the odd off-day here and there.

One of the positive things I’m taking away from today is that my ENT (ear, nose and throat) appointment went really well and at the moment it looks as though I won’t need another operation on my ear. It’s a relief as I hate being knocked out and my husband hates it too. I think it gets to him worse than it does to me as he has to be awake while I’m in the operating theatre, waiting hours for me to come out from recovery.

I still can’t believe I had an ENT appointment today and still managed to get my polish of Seduce finished today, a whole day early. I guess I have been sitting in Starbucks for 6 hours solid though, so I shouldn’t be surprised. I did reward myself for my stunning focus today (normally I get sleepy drowsy periods every hour where I just yawn a lot and get all hazy… the perils of being a writer and having to focus for long periods, especially when editing, where the danger is that it just turns into reading) and lack of procrastinating by having a skinny mocha. Yum. I don’t need the extra calories but who cares?

Next week I’m going to be working on Enslave, and then the next project is the second draft of Her Demonic Angel. I’ve been writing down editing notes and ideas for both of these stories over the past few weeks, and have plans for how to improve them and really crank up the heat and the tension. I’m on a real high with my books at the moment, feeling really positive because of all the love the releases this year have been getting, and I’m hoping it continues as I write Bewitch and Unleash for the Vampire Erotic Theatre series, and then figure out what needs to be written next for release in 2013. I’d love to get another Her Angel series story out and two more Vampires Realm series novels. Yes, it’s going to be another five releases year.

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Saturday Snippets – Her Warrior Angel – angel romance novella excerpt

Posted on 5th May 2012 by Felicity Heaton

It’s time for this week’s Saturday Snippet from one of my paranormal romance books. While I’m away, my snippets are going to be full chapters as it’s far easier to just post a whole chapter than try to hunt down a teasing snippet. So, here’s another full length Saturday Snippet from a very sexy paranormal angel romance book.

HER WARRIOR ANGEL

Taylor shivered against Einarâ€™s broad breastplate as he carried her into the brightly lit cream foyer of a grand hotel. She peered through the dark curtain of her hair, keeping her face obscured to hide the blood on it. No one stared at them, which meant two things. This was the sort of upmarket hotel where staff didnâ€™t ask questions, not even when a guest walked in at gone midnight carrying a woman as though she was a damsel in distress, and they couldnâ€™t see his wings.

He had paused outside and she knew that he had been changing his appearance. When heâ€™d looked at her, sheâ€™d feigned surprise, afraid that he would realise that she could see through his glamour, and could still see his armour and his tawny wings. She needed to get the poison out of her system, and this angel wasnâ€™t lying when he said that he could do such a thing for her. It was quicker and easier to let him tend to her than trying to find the local demon medic to get rid it for her. She had been foolish. Trying to run from him had quickened the spread of the poison through her body and it was on the verge of entering the final phase and killing her.

Einar looked impatient as they stood in the lift, heading upwards. Did he know how deep the poison was in her body now? Would it be too late to save her? He glanced down when she took hold of his chest armour and gripped it. Her breathing turned shaky when panic sparked through her. She focused on him to drive it away again.

â€œJust a few moments longer,â€ he whispered and the soft deep sound of his voice soothed her. â€œHold on.â€

His rich brown eyes met hers, the flecks of gold in them shifting in a way that an angelâ€™s irises did. When she had met her first angel, that had scared her more than the wings. Nothing about them felt real. It never had. They werenâ€™t of this world. They were something else.

Taylor looked deep into Einarâ€™s eyes.

He seemed real though, and looked handsome with his eyes brimming with concern and his grip on her tight and reassuring. He smiled when the lift pinged and the doors opened.

â€œKeep holding on,â€ he said and she nodded, lost in his gaze.

He walked down a warmly lit corridor with her and then she held on to his neck when he struggled to open the door while holding her. Her fingers brushed the back of his neck, grazing the strands of his mousy ponytail, and she cursed herself for the way it affected her. Teasing him earlier had fired her up, and she had been surprised when she had pulled back and seen in his eyes that it had affected him too.

She knew angels werenâ€™t saints, and that they were as frivolous and passionate as the next man when given the chance, but she hadnâ€™t expected him to be affected by her attention and touch.

Unable to resist seeing if it had just been a momentary slip on his part, Taylor pushed her fingers into his hair, loosening it from the band that kept it tied back at the nape of his neck. The waves of golden brown fell down and he stilled. She felt his gaze on her and shyly met it, partly afraid of what she would see. His eyes were brighter, golden like a raptorâ€™s, and fixed intently on her. His pupils widened when she curled his hair around her fingers and his lips parted. Desire filled his eyes and she couldnâ€™t deny that she was affecting him.

Why?

It wasnâ€™t possible that he didnâ€™t know the secret she held in her heart and in her blood. It just wasnâ€™t possible.

But if he did, he wouldnâ€™t look at her that way, with such fire and hunger. He wouldnâ€™t look at her at all.

The door swung open. Taylor got the better of herself and removed her hands from his neck, settling them in her lap. She stared at her knees. Einar didnâ€™t move. He remained on the threshold of the hotel room, staring at her, his breathing heavy enough that she shifted with it in his arms.

Pain speared her chest. She flinched and pressed her hand to it. It spurred Einar into moving and before she could blink, she was in a bedroom with him. She clutched her chest, burning inside, and breathed deep and steadily. She wasnâ€™t afraid. The angel would help her. Her hands trembled and her limbs shook. She wasnâ€™t afraid.

She wasnâ€™t.

Einar settled her down on the white double bed and she curled up into a ball on her left side, clutching her right arm. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw. Pain rippled through her, blazing like an inferno, stealing her strength and leaving her shaking. She wasnâ€™t afraid.

Panic twisted her stomach.

Okay. She was afraid.

â€œShh,â€ Einar said and took hold of her hand. She stared at it a moment, and then rolled onto her back, covered it with her other one and clung to him. He was her only hope now. The poison was too deep in her body. If he couldnâ€™t save her, she wouldnâ€™t have time to find someone who could. Einar moved her and she was too weak to fight him. He stretched her out on the bed so she lay with her head on the soft downy pillows and her body in a straight line. â€œTry to keep still.â€

Taylorâ€™s eyes widened when he held his hands out a foot above her, palms facing her, and, like a magician performing a trick, moved them back and forth along the length of her body. And just like magic, a white light appeared, beaming down from his hands, blinding her. She couldnâ€™t take her eyes off it though. They tracked it, unable to believe what she was seeing and feeling. Wherever the light touched, she felt warm, weightless, and better.

He moved his hands down to feet and then back up her legs, over her arms and stomach, and then finally settled with one over her chest and one over her head.

â€œLook at me.â€

She obeyed the command in his deep voice and stared up into his eyes. They were golden now, bright and sharp, holding hers in a way that was impossible to break free from.

â€œKeep looking at me.â€

Taylor nodded. A bright burst of light dulled her vision. Excruciating pain stabbed her heart and head. She gritted her teeth and arched off the bed, clutching the covers and bunching them into her fists. It didnâ€™t hurt like this when demons took the poison out.

But then, she had never been this close to dying before.

She tried to keep conscious and keep her eyes on Einar, just as he had said, but dark waves crashed over her, pulling her under. She fought with all of her might but couldnâ€™t hold on. They swept her away and she sank into the bed and into the blackness.

When the world finally drifted back and the nightmares receded, she slowly opened her eyes. Her mouth was dry, tacky, and her head felt as though someone was bashing it with a sledgehammer. It throbbed and ached along with the rest of her body. She shuddered and moaned when the ache went deeper, pulsing through her bones. A heavy hand settled against her left shoulder, keeping her on her back as she tried to roll onto her side. She remembered what had happened.

Her blurred vision came into focus and she looked at her right arm. Her jacket was gone, and so was the wound. Not even a scar remained. She swallowed and the pain began to recede, drifting away. A second strong hand came into view. His fingers brushed over her the area where the wound had been and she tracked the length of his arm up to his face. He looked worried again. He wouldnâ€™t look that way if he knew about her. He couldnâ€™t know, and she didnâ€™t want to tell him.

Einar smiled at her, not bright or cheerful, but full of warmth. Taylor told herself that he was an angel. That was the only reason he smiled at her that way. It was his duty to be concerned about damsels in distress. It had nothing to do with her being the one in danger.

But then, he had looked at her with such forceful hunger and passion too.

Had that been real?

Taylor stared up into his eyes for a few seconds. When they met hers, she glanced away, her gaze lighting on his shoulder and then taking in his brown armour. It didnâ€™t hide much of his body. All he wore was a breastplate detailed with dull gold, vambraces to protect his forearms, greaves to protect his shins, along with his boots, and a dark loincloth.

He looked like a gladiator, with wings. They were large and furled against his back, as tawny as the rest of him, the long feathers brown but flecked with paler hues of tan and grey. Like an eagle. He had eyes to match that image.

And he was handsome.

There was no denying that.

He was more than handsome. Gorgeous perhaps. Otherworldly. And with muscles to die for. Angels shouldnâ€™t have such godly bodies. They only led women into temptation, and she was sure that sort of thing was a sin.

â€œHow long was I out?â€ she croaked and he sat back on the bed beside her, releasing her shoulder.

â€œFourteen hours.â€

Taylor rubbed her throat. Fourteen hours and she still felt as though she needed to sleep it off. Einar shifted and offered her a tall glass of water. She took it and he moved towards her, leaning over her. He smelt good.

â€œHere, let me help you.â€

Taylor didnâ€™t fight him as he took hold of her arm with one hand and placed the other against her shoulder blade, helping her sit up. It took a lot out of her just to shuffle into a comfortable position. When she moved backwards to rest against the pillows, his hand slid down to the small of her back, touching the bare skin above the waist of her jeans. A shiver raced through her, bringing warmth in its wake. She stared at him, her thirst forgotten, replaced with something altogether more alarming.

Hunger.

Desire.

Two things she definitely shouldnâ€™t be feeling towards an angel.

â€œThanks.â€ Taylor shooed him away and sipped the water.

Einar sat beside her again.

The silence was too comfortable.

Taylor looked at her socks. He had taken her boots off. She ran her gaze up her jeans and over her waist. She frowned, glanced around the room, and found what she was looking for on the small wooden table beside the bed.

In a neat row, as though on display, every knife sheâ€™d had on her person gleamed under the table lamp.

â€œI did not want you to hurt yourself. I hope you do not mind that I removed them?â€

Taylor frowned at the knives. They were in descending order by size. Either he had been bored while she had been sleeping, or he suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

â€œNot at all,â€ she said, distant as she stared at the knives.

Some of them had been in her jacket, which now lay on a chair across the pale room along with her sword. Others had been sheathed in her boots. And then there were those sheâ€™d had strapped against her hips and ribs. The thought of Einarâ€™s hands so close to her breasts brought a blush onto her cheeks.

â€œYou do not look well.â€

Her blush deepened and her gaze shot to Einar. She touched her blazing cheeks. â€œIâ€™m fine. Tired, and groggy, and in need of some painkillers, but other than that, Iâ€™m good, Romeo.â€

â€œI wish you would stop calling me that.â€ His eyes narrowed with his frown and his lips compressed. â€œI have a name, and I have told it to you.â€

â€œOh.â€ Taylor toyed with the glass of water, feeling unsure of herself. She didnâ€™t want to get on first name terms with him. Danger lay that way. It was better that they remained barely involved in each otherâ€™s lives, and not calling him by his name was a good method for achieving that. â€œSure.â€

â€œTaylor?â€ he husked and she cringed. He had to go and say it, didnâ€™t he?

â€œYes?â€ Her gaze remained glued on the glass. She sipped the water, ran her finger around the base, did everything she could to avoid looking at him.

â€œDo you know much about the breed of demon you encountered last night?â€

That seemed like a safe enough question to answer.

â€œYes.â€ She risked it and looked at him. She didnâ€™t mean to make eye contact, but hers leapt to his and she stared into them. They mesmerised her as the colours in them shifted and swirled. Not unsettling or scary at all. When his eyes did that, she wanted to look into them forever.

His dark pupils widened, filling his eyes with unmistakable desire, and erotic images of them together on this bed flickered through her mind like old silent movies. Taylor tried to shun them but they wouldnâ€™t go, not while he was looking at her with such hunger and need. The message in his eyes was clear, written in ten-foot high neon letters that blazed so brightly they blinded her. Men had given her that â€˜come get meâ€™ look plenty of times before, and she had fallen for it a few of those, wanting the passion their eyes had promised. Some of them had even come good on it. But there was one difference this time. When she had been promised the ride of her life in the past, it had been by men.

Not angels.

That shocked some sense into her.

She cleared her throat. It wasnâ€™t going to happen and her body had better get the message soon. It didnâ€™t matter just how good Einar looked, and how easily she could fall into his arms and this bed with him. It was wrong and it would turn out badly for her. This was going to be strictly business.

He knew something about the godforsaken scum she had encountered last night. She would bleed him for information on the demons and why they were in her city, deal with them and then dump him. It was the only reason she was going to propose something that would otherwise be the most stupid idea sheâ€™d ever had.

â€œIâ€™ll tell you about them on one condition.â€ She raised a single finger, held his gaze, and gave him her best seductive smile. â€œWe work together.â€

He shook his head.

â€œThere is no reason for you to become involved.â€ His deep voice held a note of warning and his face darkened. â€œI cannot risk you.â€

Taylor put the glass of water down and glared at him. â€œI donâ€™t need protecting. I can handle myself. I know this city, and the demons that run it, and if you want that information, youâ€™re going to have to work with me to get rid of that pain in the arse breed.â€

Einarâ€™s frown increased. â€œLike you handled yourself last night?â€

Sheâ€™d been waiting for that one. â€œYou got in the way. I was doing fine until you showed up.â€

â€œI was watching you the whole time. You fought well, but he bested you, and you would have been dead had I not intervened.â€

Taylor sat forward, fury blazing through her and pushing her fatigue to the back of her mind. Who the hell did he think he was? She protected this city with her life, and had done for years before he had shown up to play white knight. She would have been fine if he hadnâ€™t got in the way. It was his fault the damned demon had managed to get a claw on her.

â€œListen.â€ She took hold of his breastplate at the edges near his shoulders and yanked him towards her. His eyes widened as he jerked forwards and then narrowed again. â€œEither we work together, or I show you up by killing all of that breed before you. Iâ€™m pretty sure thatâ€™ll look bad on your record. A woman beating you to the kill.â€

Einar calmly removed her hands from his armour and her anger faltered when he didnâ€™t let go of them. He held them, gently cradling her fingers in his, and warmth eased up her arms. She snatched her hands back, rattled by how easily he could calm the darkness inside of her.

â€œI am already in the lead,â€ he said and sighed. â€œI am only after another two. Without your information, it may take time for me to find them. People are in danger while those creatures roam the streets. They have killed many over the past four years. Please. Give me the information I need, Taylor.â€

Why did he have to keep saying her name? Whenever he said it, rolling it off his tongue in a sensual way, she wanted to melt and give him whatever he was asking for. Taking a deep breath, she bolstered her resolve and shook her head.

â€œThis is my city. I protect it. You want to get those demons, then youâ€™re gonna have to partner with me.â€

His dark gaze drifted down over her body, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. She could read that look too. It was more â€˜coming to get youâ€™ than â€˜come get meâ€™ this time but unnerved her just as much. She wouldnâ€™t relent. If he didnâ€™t know about her by now, he would certainly know if he got intimate with her. She didnâ€™t want that to happen. She didnâ€™t want him to hurt her. Never get involved. Her mother had taught her that and she had obeyed like a good girl, afraid of the consequences if she didnâ€™t. She couldnâ€™t get involved.

Maybe she should just tell him everything and then leave before things got complicated. She didnâ€™t think she could bear someone turning on her, not in the way she was picturing him doing in her head. It would tear her apart inside.

Just as she was resolved to give him the information and leave, he touched her hand and her eyes found his again.

He smiled.

â€œDeal.â€

Taylorâ€™s stomach dropped two inches.

What had she done?

Her Warrior Angel
Felicity Heaton
Einar is one of Heavenâ€™s best hunters and heâ€™s on a mission to uncover why an angel was working with demons. When he finds the first demon fighting a beautiful woman named Taylor, he intervenes and saves her life. Taylor has spent her whole life protecting London from the lowest demons and sheâ€™s not about to let an angel waltz into her city and take over her job, and sheâ€™s certainly not about to fall in love with him, even if he is gorgeous. The reason why she canâ€™t is simpleâ€”sheâ€™s half demon.

There is no love in this world more forbidden than that between an angel and a demon.

Sense tells Taylor to get out before she gets her heart broken, but she winds up convincing Einar to partner with her instead. Einar is certain that working with Taylor is a bad idea, and not only because he canâ€™t focus when heâ€™s around her, but he canâ€™t let her go. The mission leads them deep into the cityâ€™s underworld, where old flames burn Taylor while new flames of passion and fear of the consequences consume them, and the threat of Einarâ€™s demons hangs over them both.

Can a love so forbidden ever have a happy ending or are they destined to break each otherâ€™s hearts?

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Saturday Snippets – Her Guardian Angel – angel romance novel excerpt

Posted on 28th April 2012 by Felicity Heaton

HER GUARDIAN ANGEL

Amelia sat back in her seat when Marcus took his hand away from hers and leaned back in his chair. She toyed with her slim black mobile phone for a moment to distract herself from the disturbed look on Marcusâ€™s face. When he didnâ€™t stop glaring at her, she put her phone down on the round dark metal table and nursed her drink, feeling incredibly foolish for taking hold of his hand. She sipped her coffee, grimacing internally as the cold liquid touched her tongue. Nothing was going right for her today. No, some things had been going right. She hadnâ€™t been imagining the way Marcusâ€™s eyes had lingered on her body, or how quick he was to smile at her whenever she smiled at him. Those smiles had reached his beautiful silver-blue eyes too, lighting them in a way that wasnâ€™t fake and that told her they were real this time, not the usual polite ones he forced whenever someone spoke to him.

He had been different since last night.

She wasnâ€™t usually in the habit of relying on men to fight her battles for her but she had appreciated his intervention. It was the first time that a man had come to her rescue and when he had punched Mike, her heart had fluttered and she had looked at Marcus with new eyes. She had noticed him the moment he had moved in next door to her, had registered him as handsome, but she had never really taken the time to look at him. The man had a body that could put models to shame and she hadnâ€™t stopped wondering what he did for a profession since setting eyes on it. Was he a model? She hoped to God he wasnâ€™t a hand model because her own stupid choice of men had gone and wrecked one of his lovely strong hands.

Amelia stared at his injured one, her heart beating hard in her throat. He had large hands, made for cupping and holding, or made for fighting. He had landed a hefty punch on Mike, sending him down with one blow, and for a brief moment she had feared he wasnâ€™t going to get back up. She had almost gone to him but then instinct had kicked in and reminded her that Mike had been intent on fighting Marcus. He must have been drunk. Only an idiot would pick a fight with Marcus if they were sober, and Mike wasnâ€™t that stupid. He should have known he didnâ€™t stand a chance.

Marcus had a seriously cut physique, lithe muscles that radiated strength and raw masculinity.

Once she had noticed that he was topless, it had been difficult not to stare. The few times that she had managed to peel her eyes off his body and found the courage to meet his, he had been looking at her with wide pupils darkening his amazing eyes, a sure sign of desire.

So why had he been so quick to snatch his hand away from hers?

Amelia almost laughed at herself. Since when had she given a damn about what men thought of her? Men were trouble. Mike had hammered that nail so firmly into her head that she had got the message this time. Men were something she could live without and that life would certainly be a lot easier and less painful than hers had been up to this point.

Her eyes betrayed her and snuck back to Marcus. He sat opposite her with his head tilted back and eyes on the sky. The lines of his defined jaw led her gaze up to his square chin and sensual mouth and her pulse picked up, jittery in its beat, when she licked her lips and contemplated what kissing him would be like. He lowered his head, their eyes met and then he looked away, an air of irritation about him.

Her fault?

She had taken his hand last night when icing his knuckles and he hadnâ€™t reacted so coldly then. If anything, the desire in his eyes had increased. What had happened between then and today? Had she said or done something wrong? She could have sworn that she had read the signals right and that Marcus liked her. Now she felt as though a vast frigid ocean had opened between them and that she would drown if she tried to traverse it to reach him.

She wanted to.

Last night had opened her eyes to the fact that there was a fantastic man living next door to her and since then she had felt tied up in knots, twisted inside out and back to front. She had never been backwards about being forward before but something about Marcus made her hesitate. It wasnâ€™t just because he would think she was rebounding. It was because he seemed like a nice guy, a cut above gorgeous in looks and personality, and she didnâ€™t want to screw things up. He had been on her mind all day and she had tried to think of a way to bump into him again so she could strike up a conversation and get to know him better. When she had spotted him outside their building, it had felt as though fate had brought them together, but her nerve had failed at the sight of him standing staring at the floor as though it was the most fascinating thing in the world. He hadnâ€™t heard her at first. It had taken her three attempts before he had lifted his head and noticed her, and by then her confidence had been shattered. Had he been thinking too?

About her?

Amelia rolled her eyes at her thoughts. As if. The poor man was sleep-deprived thanks to her terrible choice in men. He had probably been spacing out just as she had said he was, unable to function with only a few hours sleep. When he had gone back to his own apartment half an hour after she had iced his left hand, she hadnâ€™t heard a peep out of him until gone six in the morning when there had been some movement next door. She hadnâ€™t been able to sleep herself. Fear had kept her awake and she had watched one movie after another in an attempt to push it to the back of her mind. She was running on empty today, half asleep and feeling as though what had been a dream was turning into a nightmare.

Amelia leaned one elbow on the metal table and stared at Marcus, studying the nuances that crossed his handsome face as he watched the people passing them by on the pavement. For all she knew, Marcus was Mr Right for someone already. It wouldnâ€™t surprise her. He had looks, a fabulous body, was quick to defend women, and had proven himself intelligent in the brief conversations they had shared. Her younger sister would have taken one look at him, with his dark tousled hair that caressed the nape of his neck and sometimes fell down to brush his forehead, causing him to sweep his fingers through it to groom it back, incredible pale blue eyes, and scorching hot body, and declared him â€˜smexyâ€™. Smart and sexy apparently. Her mother would have taken one look at him and told her that he was a keeper and not to give up on him.

Someone else was probably already keeping him.

Maybe that was why he had taken his hand back so quickly.

Marcus looked across the table at her and Amelia felt cold inside from the emptiness in his eyes. Where had the nice Marcus gone? Had she chased him away? A sense of impatience surrounded him, as though he didnâ€™t want to sit with her anymore, and he couldnâ€™t hold her gaze for more than a few seconds.

Amelia mused that he was always detached from everyone and distant. She shouldnâ€™t be so surprised that he had withdrawn from her.

â€œI wouldnâ€™t be any good for you,â€ he said, his deep voice as devoid of emotion as his face, and Amelia held her hands up, desperate to shift the course of conversation away from her feelings. â€œYou are better off keeping away from me.â€

â€œI didnâ€™t mean it like that.â€ She had but he didnâ€™t need to know that. Her heart ached as he crushed it in her chest with just a glance and a handful of words. She blushed, her face on fire, and stuttered, trying to get an excuse into order.

She couldnâ€™t find the words as he stared at her, his expression gradually turning from awkwardness towards anger, and she knew in her heart that she couldnâ€™t have been more wrong about him.

His appearance now was a harsh contrast to how he had looked just a few minutes ago and last night. The heat that had touched his handsome features then, warming them and giving her the impression that she stood a chance with him, and the undeniable spark of desire that had lit his eyes, made her feel as though she had met a different person in that moment and not the real Marcus.

Perhaps all her thoughts about him were wrong, even last night, and he was right. She really didnâ€™t know anything about him. Her white knight might just be another black one in disguise and she really didnâ€™t need that on top of everything else. What would she do if Marcus turned out to be another wrong choice when he looked so much like a good man? It would certainly compound the growing notion inside her that she was doomed to spend her life with a string of Mr Wrongs in an impossible search for one Mr Right.

â€œDid I thank you for last night?â€ Desperate times called for desperate measures. All she could do now was try to deflect his attention away from what she had done in some dire hope of easing the tension mounting between them.

He nodded. Silent treatment was it? He was the first man to do that to her, but it wasnâ€™t going to deter her. Once they were back on steady ground, she would make her excuses and leave, and hopefully things wouldnâ€™t be too awkward between them whenever they met in the hallways of their apartment building.

â€œWas your coffee good?â€ Amelia looked at the white mug. He had barely touched it. In fact, he hadnâ€™t done or said much since sitting down with her. He really didnâ€™t want to be here. Had he only agreed to coffee out of politeness?

Marcus lifted his broad shoulders in a shrug. He had looked so good in only his deep grey sweat pants, his bare upper body on display as a midnight feast for her eyes. She tried to keep her focus on the more pressing matters of her present situation and failed, ending up picturing him as he had appeared last night instead. He had an athletic physique, toned and powerful but not overly built. The sort of body she would love to run her fingers over and had fantasised about. The sweat pants had barely hidden the muscular shape of his thighs and had rode low on his hips, revealing a V line that had stirred all manner of wicked thoughts in her head, as well as a treasure trail of dark hair that her lips and fingers ached to follow. When he had punched Mike, his entire body had come alive with movement, fascinating her. The way his muscles shifted and moved with him, tensing or stretching beneath his pale skin, had been mesmerising. It had taken her a moment to realise that Mike was flat on his backside and that she should react to it in some way other than gawping at Marcus.

When she had taken him into her apartment and iced his knuckles, she had put his body to memory, including the beautiful tattoo of angel wings he had on his back. She hadnâ€™t figured him as a tattoo type so the swirling blue-grey elaborate wings that decorated his shoulder blades had surprised her. She had wanted to ask him about them but hadnâ€™t been able to find her voice at the time, and asking him about them now certainly wouldnâ€™t help her cause, not when she wanted to ask him why such an elementally masculine man had such beautifully delicate tattoos. They seemed like a strange choice.

Unless he was gay.

Was that a possibility?

Ameliaâ€™s gaze darted to his face and her eyes widened when she caught him staring at her chest. He quickly looked away, turning his right cheek to her and taking in the people walking along the street, lending her a view of his noble profile. Bi? He was gorgeous, clearly looked after himself, and also kept to himself. Was that a bad sign? Amelia frowned at her thoughts. She was overanalysing things. Just because he was good looking and not interested in her didnâ€™t mean he was gay or involved in a relationship, or any of those things that she wanted him to be so she would feel better about his rejection.

He just didnâ€™t find her attractive.

He had said it straight. Stay away.

Maybe she would do just that.

Amelia went to pick up her black leather handbag and then hesitated. Flushed with bravery and unwilling to give up so easily, she fixed Marcus with a hard look and was surprised when he turned his head and looked at her, as though he had felt her staring.

â€œIs something wrong?â€ Not a trace of a tremble in her voice. Her heart pounded, adrenaline thundering in her veins, but she held her ground. It was a horribly personal question to ask him but she had to find out whether his reaction to her touch was because he didnâ€™t want her or because he did but felt he wasnâ€™t good for her, as he had said.

Marcus stared at her for almost a full minute, the fading evening light reflecting off the windows and his white shirt, illuminating his face and chasing the shadows away. The edge of darkness his expression had gained lifted to reveal something that wasnâ€™t quite warmth, but wasnâ€™t icy cold either.

â€œWhy?â€ A slight frown pinched his black eyebrows together.

â€œYouâ€¦ itâ€™s just you seem more out of spirits than normal.â€

He gave her an odd look. It was the truth. He never seemed very happy and now she couldnâ€™t help wondering why. His warning to keep away from him had brought back all the previous times she had seen him and the distance he maintained between him and everyone in their building, and now she wanted to know whether the man sitting opposite her was more similar to her than she had thought possible.

Did he go from one bad experience to the next too?

He had to have a reason for wanting to keep his distance from everyone and not letting anyone in. Was he afraid of being hurt or feeling something for someone? She feared that too, entered into relationships believing that eventually they would end and she would be hurt, but as much as she tried to live alone and be the independent woman she wanted to be, she couldnâ€™t help feeling lonely and wanting to share her life with someone.

For a brief moment, Marcus had seemed like someone she could do that with, and this time she had felt it wouldnâ€™t end in tears.

He could have been her Mr Right, but such a man wouldnâ€™t have told her to keep away from him. That hadnâ€™t been in her dream of what would happen today when she bumped into him. She hadnâ€™t anticipated that response at all. She couldnâ€™t blame him though. Chatty old Mrs McCartney next door had probably told him all about her poor choice in men and he was telling her to keep away because he didnâ€™t want to get sucked into her miserable life.

Amelia jumped when her mobile phone rang, the jaunty tune breaking the heavy silence as it buzzed on the table. Marcus frowned, his blue eyes darting to it. She wanted to ignore it, knowing that it would be Mike calling to chew her ear off about last night and make her feel wretched for the rest of the weekend, but the ring was so loud that people around her were staring.

Instead of answering, she picked it up, put her handbag on the table, and dumped the phone into it, muffling the annoying ringtone.

â€œWhy didnâ€™t you answer it?â€ Marcus stared at her bag. Amelia tapped the table, cringing inside and wishing the phone would stop ringing.

â€œItâ€™s my ex.â€ Ignoring him was preferable to speaking with him.

Marcus surprised her by reaching across the table, fishing the phone out of her handbag, and flicking it open. Amelia could only stare as he brought the phone to his ear, his face set in grim dark lines, and glared at the table as though he wanted to kill it.

â€œI thought I told you to leave Amelia alone?â€ He paused, his expression darkening further and the muscle in his jaw tensing. Ameliaâ€™s heart pounded hard and she wished she could hear what Mike was saying to Marcus, because he looked close to going ahead and breaking something. Anger radiated from him in strong waves and everyone stared as he barked into the phone, â€œStay away from her because the next time you dare to go near her, Iâ€™m not going to be so kind as to let you walk away.â€

Ameliaâ€™s hands shook, her limbs trembling with them, and she joined everyone in staring at Marcus as he clicked the phone shut and dropped it back into her purse. What had just happened?

He had defended her again when she had been convinced that he wanted nothing to do with her.

His eyes met hers across the table and the trace of compassion in them only confused her further. He blinked slowly, dark lashes shuttering his pale blue irises, stealing them from view before lifting again to reveal the full extent of their beauty. Warmth shone in them, a softness that reached out and curled around her, filling her with a sense of safety even as her whole body quaked with the fear that Mike wouldnâ€™t heed Marcusâ€™s warning and would come after her again.

â€œI wonâ€™t let him near you, Amelia. You donâ€™t have to worry about him. I will keep you safe.â€ Those words, so softly spoken in his deep voice, werenâ€™t a lie. There was truth in his eyes and his open expression, and she believed him.

She just wasnâ€™t sure what to make of him.

What sort of man told a woman to stay away from him and then promised to keep her safe?

Marcus was an enigma and something inside her was telling her to take his advice and keep away from him, because if he turned out to be another black knight and broke her heart, she didnâ€™t think she would recover from it.

She gathered her things, rose from her seat and hesitated only long enough to catch the confusion surfacing in his eyes before making a swift exit.

Her Guardian Angel
Felicity Heaton
A simple mission becomes a fight for survival in this fantastic instalment in the Her Angel series.

A guardian angel dedicated to his duty, Marcus will do whatever Heaven asks of him, but even his loyalty has its limits. When his superior orders him to gain Ameliaâ€™s trust through seduction, Marcus starts to question his mission and his feelings for the beautiful woman he has watched over since her birth.

Amelia has gone from one bad relationship to another, so when a gorgeous guy moves in next door looking like Mr Right, she hopes he doesnâ€™t turn out to be another black knight in disguise. But thereâ€™s more to Marcus than meets the eye, and when he rescues her from three demonic men, Amelia is thrust into his nightmarish worldâ€”a world where God and the Devil exist, and only one angel can save her from deathâ€”Marcus, the angel sheâ€™s falling in love with.

On the run from demonic angels and the Devil himself, aided by Marcusâ€™s angel friends and their amazing women, fighting for survival against the odds, Marcus and Amelia discover a love that will last forever.

A love so strong it will shake Heaven and Hell.

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Sunday Snippets – Her Dark Angel – angel romance novella excerpt

Posted on 22nd April 2012 by Felicity Heaton

It’s time for this week’s Sunday Snippet from one of my paranormal romance books. While I’m away, my snippets are going to vary between full length chapters and teasing snippets. Which will it be today?

HER DARK ANGEL

Serenityâ€™s hazel eyes went wide and she stepped back when the hulking mass of man standing before her drew the sword that hung at his waist, afraid that he had changed his mind and was going to kill her after all. She wasnâ€™t sure what to think when he eased himself down onto one knee in front of her, lowered his head, and held his sword out to her, the hilt and tip of the beautiful blade resting on his palms.

â€œI am yours to command.â€ His French was perfect, making his deep voice so sexy that a shiver tripped over her skin whenever he spoke.

Was she supposed to do something?

People were staring again as they passed. What did they see? They certainly werenâ€™t seeing a man offering a sword to her, that was for sure. To them, did he look as though he was kneeling with his hands raised in supplication?

Was he dressed in black and gold armour that didnâ€™t leave much to the imagination?

Did he have huge black feathered wings?

She imagined that he didnâ€™t. If he did, the people would probably be screaming rather than merely glancing at him as though he had gone insane.

â€œErm, okay.â€ Serenity hesitated before touching the sword. The gleaming steel was cold beneath her fingers. She took her hand away, not liking the feel of it. â€œThanks.â€

He stood with grace, his muscles shifting beneath his golden skin, and she tried not to stare at his physique. Either he worked out a lot, or angels were naturally endowed with the body of a god. He was pure perfection as he stood close to her, his broad chest rising and falling, moving the beautifully decorated black breastplate. His stomach was bare, taut muscles delighting her hungry eyes, and the smallest black loincloth in the world protected his modesty.

Something that she was lacking. She lowered her gaze, taking in the toned length of his legs. They were as powerful as the rest of him. Her eyes roamed back up, over the black cuffs that covered his forearms, decorated in gold with images of lions, and over his biceps to his strong shoulders. From there, they wanted to go to his face, but his wings were too fascinating. They were large, casting a shadow across both him and her, tucked against his back.

She wanted to walk around him and investigate every delicious inch of him, taking in that he really was an angel and not a man parading as one.

An angel.

Abaddon.

Her mother had taught her gods, goddesses and mythology. She knew all about him and his kind.

Her eyes finally leapt to his face. He had a smile that could stop hearts and vivid blue eyes with icy flecks in them. They held her gaze, unwavering and strong, and her temperature rose when they narrowed slightly and his pupils widened. What was he thinking in there?

Did he like what he saw as much as she did?

The man was a god.

No, an angel.

And he was beautiful.

Breathtaking.

But he wasnâ€™t at all as she had thought an angel would look. Everything about him spoke of darkness, right down to his aura. Whatever power he had, it was strong and it wasnâ€™t the sort that resurrected mortals or healed them. It felt as though the opposite would happen if he unleashed it.

Abaddon. The angel of death. Although he had denied that title. What title did he claim as his then?

â€œSo, Abaddonâ€”â€

â€œApollyon,â€ he interjected with a charming smile that teased his sensual lips and made her heart beat a little faster.

He was an angel. No matter how good he looked and how much he was making her forget her pain just by looking at him, she couldnâ€™t think about him like that. It was wrong of her. He had offered his assistance in getting revenge on her bastard ex and she was going to take it. Whatever dark power this gorgeous man had, she was going to let it rip in her exâ€™s direction.

â€œApollyon?â€ She stopped her gaze from dropping down to take him in again. If she told him to put on something a little less distracting, would he be able to do it? She had seen through whatever spell he had used. Could he ever fool her eyes?

â€œI prefer my true name.â€ He cast a quick glance over her. His eyes lingered in all the places a mortal manâ€™s would.

Surely, she was off limits too? Angels were asexual werenâ€™t they?

The voice at the back of her mind said that the tall hunk of handsome standing in front of her definitely didnâ€™t look asexual. He looked like sin incarnate, not like an angel at all.

â€œSerenity.â€ She offered her hand to him.

He took it and a jolt ran through her at the feel of his strong warm hand grasping hers. She shook his hand but he didnâ€™t let go when she was done. He held it, his thumb resting lightly against hers.

â€œMy mother thought I could bring peace to a chaotic world.â€ Her heart sped when his thumb grazed hers and then he took his hand back, his fingers brushing her palm and sending another shiver through her. â€œIâ€™m not much good at it.â€

â€œAt what?â€ He quirked a dark eyebrow and tilted his head to one side.

Serenity sighed inside. Did he know how good he looked? Could angels be conceited? She supposed they were all beautiful so he probably didnâ€™t realise that the reason all the women were staring as they passed wasnâ€™t because they thought he was apprehending her or anything of the sort.

They were staring for the same reason she was.

The man was six feet plus of godliness.

â€œBeing peaceful… Iâ€™m actually quite chaotic.â€ She shrugged. â€œNothing I do comes out right. I mean… I thought I was casting a simple spell for vengeance and suddenly youâ€™re here telling me that you heard me calling you. I wasnâ€™t asking for an angel.â€

â€œYou werenâ€™t.â€ He placed his palm flat against her chest and she jumped. Her pulse rocketed and she blushed from head to toe at the feel of his wrist against her breasts. â€œYour heart called me, not your words.â€

Serenity smiled and nervously took hold of his hand and removed it from her chest before she lost control and threw herself at him.

â€œSo youâ€™re good with revenge?â€

â€œVery good at it.â€ He stood taller, straightening to his full impressive height, looking even nobler and handsome. â€œI am Apollyon, the great destroyer, king of the bottomlessâ€”â€

â€œWait.â€ She cut him off and held her hands up. â€œGreat destroyer? Maybe this isnâ€™t such a good idea. I mean, youâ€™re an angel and your boss-on-high would probably be a little upset if you blew up half of Paris to fulfil my wish for revenge, and I donâ€™t want him dead… just in pain… and I can really take care of this myself. I didnâ€™t mean to bother you.â€

â€œIt is little bother.â€ He frowned. â€œI will only do as you command. The choice of revenge will be yours and I will exact it.â€

â€œWhat about your boss?â€ She didnâ€™t want to piss God off. She was sure that he was already fairly angry that people like her existed on Earth, those that could use magic and make their own miracles.

Not that she had managed anything like that so far. She was better at lighting candles and the small stuff like love potions.

Serenity glanced up at Apollyon. Would a love potion work on an angel?

She cursed and told herself to get a grip. Angels probably couldnâ€™t enter into relationships with mortals and this attraction to him was probably because she was rebounding.

â€œYou are my master now.â€ The serious edge to his expression said that he wasnâ€™t joking. â€œI do as you bid.â€

Serenityâ€™s eyebrows rose and she slowly absorbed the fact that she had her own personal angel.

â€œThen we should…â€ She wasnâ€™t sure what they should do. Skulk off and plan something horrible to do to her ex because heâ€™d cheated on her? It all felt a little cloak and dagger and not at all like her. She had never sworn revenge on anyone, had always let her anger go and just got on with her life. Not this time though. She wanted him to pay. â€œDo you drink coffee?â€

â€œI have never tried it.â€ Apollyon smiled. â€œBut I have been told by others that it tastes strangely bitter and sweet at the same time, and has an interesting effect on the body. I would like to try it.â€

â€œCoffee it is.â€ Serenity led the way towards the fountains and Apollyon came up to walk beside her.

She really hoped that people werenâ€™t seeing him as she was.

â€œWhat do you look like to them?â€ She looked at a few people to make her point.

â€œA man dressed in a black suit.â€

â€œNo wings?â€

He shook his head. â€œDo not worry. It is only you who are unaffected by the image I project.â€

â€œCan it affect me?â€

He stopped and looked at her. The breeze tousled his fine long black hair, teasing the strands of his ponytail.

â€œYou wish not to see me as I am?â€

When he said it like that, it made her feel bad. His blue eyes darted between hers, as though he wanted to see the answer in them before she said it.

â€œNo.â€ She stepped towards him. Her heart beat faster again and her palms sweated. She took a deep breath and smiled up at him. â€œYouâ€™re fine just the way you are.â€

The wind blew again, catching her blonde hair and sweeping it across her face. She started when he brushed the strands from her face, smoothing them behind her ear, and his fingertips caressed her cheek as he trailed his hand off her. Did he know what he did to her with that touch? What just looking at him did to her on the inside? She kept telling herself that he was an angel and he was off limits, but her body wasnâ€™t getting the message. It burned to feel his hands on her, to feel his lips against hers and have him hold her close.

It was insane. She had only just met him and she wasnâ€™t usually the sort who threw herself at men. Her ex, Edward, had pursued her for months before sheâ€™d finally given in and agreed to a date with him, let alone anything else.

Now she was ready to throw herself into the arms of an angel and pray that he caught her and kissed her just as she wanted him to.

â€œHe really hurt you,â€ Apollyon whispered.

Serenity blinked and her desire deflated at the thought of what Edward had done to her. She really had to clear her head of whatever ridiculous attraction she felt to Apollyon because it wasnâ€™t going to happen.

She started walking again, not waiting for him to follow. She needed a moment to breathe. Since setting eyes on him, her head and heart had been at war and she had to give them both a reality check. Apollyon was here to help her get revenge and that was all. She couldnâ€™t throw herself at him, or make a move, or do anything that would only end in her getting her heart broken again or winding up as miserable as Edward had made her.

â€œI said something wrong?â€ Apollyon strode beside her, his long lithe legs making easy work of her hurried pace.

She was quiet a moment, lost in her thoughts, her gaze drifting over the white stone buildings that lined the narrow street.

â€œNo.â€ She moved through the crowd at a busy intersection, crossed the road and then walked along another narrow road to the street where her favourite cafÃ© was. â€œIt just caught me off guard. I mean, I get this sense that you know what youâ€™re talking about… as though you… itâ€™s silly.â€

â€œCan feel it?â€

She stopped dead outside the cafÃ© and looked back at him.

He stood a few paces behind her, his black wings still tucked against his back and the gold decoration on his black armour reflecting the sun.

She nodded.

He walked up to her and looked into her eyes. â€œI can feel it. It is part of the reason I agreed to help you. You do not deserve such pain. You always seemed so happy until recently.â€

â€œYouâ€™ve been spying on me?â€ It came out louder than sheâ€™d meant it to.

A couple of well-dressed dark-haired women sitting at one of the round tables in front of the cafÃ© looked her way and then started talking in hushed voices.

â€œI am an angâ€”â€ He frowned when she slapped her hand over his mouth. His warm breath bathed her skin, tickling her and sending a shiver dancing up her arm.

Serenity snatched her hand back. â€œI donâ€™t think thatâ€™s a good word to use in public.â€

â€œWe all watch. It is what we do.â€

She grimaced. That had probably sounded even worse. The two women were deep in conversation now, furtively glancing at her and Apollyon. They probably thought she had a harem of stalkers.

Serenity grabbed Apollyonâ€™s hand and dragged him into the small cafÃ©. It was quieter inside, only a few people at the small round wooden tables and in the armchairs. She chose a spot away from everyone, near the window, and sat Apollyon down in a low brown armchair next to a small table.

â€œWait here,â€ she said and hoped that he would.

What had she gotten herself into?

Serenity ordered the coffees and looked over at Apollyon while she waited for them to come. He was sitting looking out of the window. Watching the world go by? Did angels really do that? If he said they did, then they probably did all watch over the mortals.

He shifted his shoulders, frowned and then his black wings unfurled, sending a breeze through the room that had people grabbing their papers, napkins and anything else that had tried to escape in the wind.

Serenity stared open-mouthed at the sight of him. He sat with his black feathered wings outstretched behind him, almost reaching back to the other side of the room. How big was his wingspan? Each wing was at least eight feet long.

She grabbed the coffees when they arrived, went back to him, and sat in a daze in the armchair opposite him, staring at his wings.

Apollyon shifted his shoulders and his wings furled again, the longest feathers curling around and grazing his boots.

â€œI needed to stretch,â€ he said with an apologetic look and then smiled. â€œIt has been a long time since I have had so much freedom. It feels good to stretch my wings.â€

She bet it did. He looked like the cat that got the cream, smiling ear to ear, a twinkle in his blue eyes.

â€œWhat does it feel like to fly?â€ she said before she could even consider what she was asking.

His smile widened. â€œBliss. The wind on my face, the feel of it in my feathers, and the way I can see everything and go anywhere. There is no feeling like it.â€

â€œIt sounds nice. Iâ€™ve flown… in a plane… but itâ€™s still flying, right? Something in common.â€

â€œWould you like to fly?â€

Was he offering to take her up? The thought made her stomach feel tight but something inside her made her nod.

â€œI am sure we can do something about it.â€

He picked up the white mug of coffee and raised a dark eyebrow at it. He sniffed it first, peered at the frothy top, and then took a sip.

His feathers quivered and his eyes widened, darting to hers. â€œWhat drug is in this?â€

Serenity picked up her own mug of latte and sipped. â€œItâ€™s not really a drug. Itâ€™s caffeine, a natural stimulant. Humans are addicted to it.â€

He eyed the mug suspiciously. â€œA stimulant?â€

He looked as though he was going to take another sip and then set it back down on the round table between them. His gaze met hers again and his pupils dilated until his irises were almost as black as them. He shifted uncomfortably and crossed his legs, settling his hands in his lap.

â€œI do not think I should drink any more. It would be unwise.â€ His voice was tight and the unmistakable spark of desire in his eyes wasnâ€™t going anywhere. â€œI will be having words with my fellow warriors when we next meet. They did not explain the effects well enough.â€

Effects? She looked down at his hands in his lap and then back into his dark eyes.

Viagra for angels?

â€œI thought you were all asexual,â€ she blurted and then covered her mouth when he turned horrified eyes on her. She blushed ten shades of crimson and tried to think of a spell that would take back what sheâ€™d said. It probably wouldnâ€™t work on him anyway. Magic didnâ€™t affect gods and goddesses, so it was unlikely to affect other supernatural beings.

â€œI am not asexual.â€ The way he said it made it clear that he would be happy to prove it to her right now in the coffee shop.

Serenity gulped her drink and kept her focus on it, avoiding the smouldering look he was giving her and wanting to crawl under the table and hide.

â€œI have not had a woman in many centuries but I am in no way an impotent creature.â€

Did he have to say it loud enough for the whole coffee shop to hear? She sunk into her chair, trying to avoid the looks she was getting.

â€œI take it back,â€ she whispered into her mug and peered at him over the rim of it.

He glowered, passion no longer reigning in his eyes. A dark malevolence shone there and the sense that he wasnâ€™t exactly a good angel in the way she had imagined them returned.

â€œSome people say youâ€™re the Devil.â€

He leaned back into his chair and sighed. â€œFirst I am the angel of death, and now the Devil? The rumours do spread and stick, donâ€™t they?â€

â€œWhat are you then?â€ She emerged from her mug, sat forwards on the edge of the armchair seat and looked him over. He was sin made flesh, luscious in every way imaginable, and she was sure that angels werenâ€™t supposed to be so tempting.

â€œI told you. Apollyon, the great destroyer… angel of the Apocalypse, responsible for raining hell down on Earth when everything comes to an end.â€

That wasnâ€™t comforting at all.

â€œYouâ€™re not a good angel then?â€

He smiled and there was a sexy sort of darkness in his look. â€œI am good, if by that you mean I do not work for the Devil, but I can be very bad.â€

She could imagine. She shouldnâ€™t be, but she was picturing him in every position possible and he looked wicked from every angle.

â€œSo what does my mistress command?â€ His smile held. Something about it made her feel as though he was encouraging her to say the things that were raging through her head.

What didnâ€™t she want to command? She couldnâ€™t though. She was sure that it was wrong to order an angel to commit sin. For now, while her conscience was still functioning and she could resist the temptation sitting across from her, she would focus on getting her revenge.

â€œNothing involving death. I want him to suffer. I want him to feel jealous and hurt and unloved… as though he doesnâ€™t matter to me.â€

Apollyon smiled as though he liked the sound of that.

She held his blue gaze. What she was going to propose was crazy, and would shatter what little restraint she had around him, but she was going to do it.

â€œI have a plan.â€

Her Dark Angel
Felicity Heaton
An angel without a mission, Apollyon lives trapped in Hell guarding the bottomless pit. Surrounded by endless darkness, he longs to fly free on Earth once more but his master hasnâ€™t called him in centuries. When the call finally comes, itâ€™s to serve a new master, a beautiful woman he has often watched over, a woman who has always captivated him.

Serenity is shocked when a gorgeous black-winged angel shows up in her city of Paris claiming that she called him when she was only casting a simple vengeance spell. Heâ€™s no other than the angel of death! When Apollyon offers to obey her and help her have revenge on her cheating ex-boyfriend, she canâ€™t resist the temptation, but can she resist him? Can an angel as dark as Apollyon ever fall for a mortal woman like her?

Dark, passionate and erotic, Her Dark Angel is a tale of intense desire and deepest forbidden love guaranteed to get your heart racing.

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Posted on 7th April 2012 by Felicity Heaton

Just taking a break from the insanity of all my Birthday Bash fun to remind you all to grab your FREE ebooks and the discounted ebooks before the offers on them end.

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Felicity Heaton
In a dark world where vampires exist and where Source Blood, a rare human blood type, can bestow godlike powers upon them, the vampire Venators of the Sovereignty fight to protect the humans by banishing those who drink it to the endless dark.

Exiled from his family and with only his duty to sustain him, Kearn has been on the trail of an elusive Source Blood abuser for three years. When he saves a beautiful human female from the vampireâ€™s grasp, it turns out sheâ€™s the lead heâ€™s been waiting for. Amber is a Source Blood and the perfect bait, but for who?

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Felicity Heaton
A witch on the verge of achieving phenomenal power, Lealandra must turn to her half-breed demon ex-lover Taig for protection from the dark force that is after her and also from her own magic.

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In Heat: Mating Call
Felicity Heaton
The English winter weather has no chance of cooling Kim down when her dreams of Erik return, and this time theyâ€™re hotter than ever! Having spent the past two years waiting to be in heat again so she can mate with her black panther shape-shifter lover, Erik Blackwell, Kim is excited about the prospect that sheâ€™s ready at last. But thereâ€™s one thing that she isnâ€™t ready for…

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Vampire for Christmas
Felicity Heaton
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The Law Keeper for the Venia bloodline, Marise doesnâ€™t want to return home but duty dictates that she must investigate the attempt on her lordâ€™s life by another vampire.

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An angel without a mission, Apollyon lives trapped in Hell guarding the bottomless pit. Surrounded by endless darkness, he longs to fly free on Earth once more but his master hasn’t called him in centuries. When the call finally comes, it’s to serve a new master, a beautiful woman he has often watched over, a woman who has always captivated him.

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Interview with Apollyon from the Her Angel series

Posted on 7th April 2012 by Felicity Heaton

I have the pleasure of interviewing Apollyon today… and I’m sure many readers out there would agree that it is a pleasure to be sitting near him, basking in his dark, gorgeous glory…

If youâ€™re new to the Her Angel series and havenâ€™t read any of the books, then you wonâ€™t know who Apollyon is so Iâ€™ll try to describe him for you. Apollyon is one of the darkest angels in the series and the oldest. He was one of the original angels and spent time as the angel of death, and heâ€™s also the Great Destroyer, an angel who will rain Hell down on Earth during the Apocalypse. On top of that heâ€™s the king of the bottomless pit and often fights the Devil to keep him imprisoned there. Apollyon is talk, dark and as deadly handsome as they come, with long black hair he often wears in a neat ponytail and sapphire blue eyes. He has stunning black wings and since heâ€™s of the division of angels of death he has beautiful black armour edged with gold, and his is decorated with gold lions to distinguish him from your average angel of death. Heâ€™s phenomenally powerful and is more than happy to wreak havoc on his enemies, but his black heart has been tamed by a petite French witch called Serenity.

He is also a particularly impatient man when it comes to interviews, so Iâ€™m going to get on with it.

REMEMBER: If you want Apollyon to answer your question, leave it in a comment on the post and I’ll pass it on to him and he’ll answer it for you.

FH: I have Apollyon here with me today to talk about his book, Her Dark Angel. Firstly, can you tell us a little about yourself?

APOLLYON: Indeed I can. I was last reborn several thousand years ago into my usual role. I am one of the few angels who carries what is known as an eternal duty. That is a duty, or series of duties, that was given to me upon my creation. Because of my eternal duty, I am always reborn as an angel belonging to the division of death… and because of my eternal duty it is almost impossible for me to leave Heaven. Although I no longer report to them or work for them, I am still under the influence of my duty, and should need arise or events occur that trigger that duty, I will have to do the bidding of Heaven and fulfil it as only I can. Originally, I was the only angel of death, but mortals became intent on war and fighting, and so there is now a fleet of angels who carry out that responsibility. One of my main duties was to guard the Devil in the bottomless pit, and to fight him to keep him contained there. If I lose, the Devil will be free to roam Hell and then Earth.

FH: You mentioned the bottomless pit. When your story, Her Dark Angel, starts, youâ€™re in Hell guarding the Devil, and you had been down there for some time. What was that like?

APOLLYON: Horrible. I had begun to tire of my time down there and my master had not spoken to me in many long centuries. I was alone with only the pool of history there. It is a pool in which the events in the mortal realm are recorded. There are pools in Heaven that have a similar function, but the one in Hell is unique. I would watch the world from the pool and it was the only contact I had with others. I grew tired of my duty there, alone and forgotten, left to suffer the oppressive heat and stench of Hell and endure the voice of the Devil. When I first saw Serenity in the pool, it was like seeing sunlight for the first time, or breathing fresh air again. I did not even realise I was manipulating the pool so I could see her. I thought it was chance that it would keep focusing on her.

FH: How did you meet Serenity and how did you feel about them initially?

APOLLYON: I heard someone calling me. It is difficult to explain what it feels like, but it is a sense that someone is speaking directly to my heart and compelling me. It was hard at first to discern the location of the call. I thought it was my master as only his voice was strong enough to call me from Hell. I took my chance to leave and made my way up to the mortal realm. When I reached the location of the call and discovered it was not my master but Serenity who had called me, I was surprised to say the least. A mortal should not have the ability to call an angel. I was curious and wanted to meet her and discover how she had called me. She saw straight through my glamour, the spell all angels cast to hide our wings and armour from mortal eyes and make us appear human. I knew then that she was different but I had not anticipated that she was a witch. Unfortunately, she knew of my reputation and fled. When I finally convinced her that I was not going to kill her and that I did not appreciate being called the angel of death since it was no longer my role, she confessed what she had been doing when I heard her call to me… and I realised that it was not her voice that had called me but rather that her heart had called to mine. I had felt her pain over the betrayal she had suffered at the hands of her ex-lover. Without caring about the consequences, I offered to serve her and give her the vengeance she needed in order to heal her heart. I wanted to crush him for what he had done to her.

FH: Serious words from a very serious man. It must have been strange at first being around a witch considering that she can see through your glamour and see your black wings and armour. Did that cause problems between you?

APOLLYON: I believe it did at first. Serenity knew all about angels and had no problem accepting what I was in the sense of believing I was real, but she had difficulty accepting my growing feelings for her. As did I. The moment I met her, I felt as though she had cast a spell on me. I could think of only her. When we first touched and then danced, I knew I had to have her. My little French witch had entranced me. I would have done anything for her and anything to have her, and I was intent on proving that it was possible for me to love her and that we could be together.

FH: How has life been since the events that happened and brought you together?

APOLLYON: I wish I could say that is has changed in the way I had hoped it would but while Serenityâ€™s voice is strong and I am under contract with her, I still have to continue to carry out any of my duties that are intrinsically linked to me and my creation. I do live in the mortal realm now, with Serenity in Paris, and we frequently have visitors in the form of my fellow warriors and their women. I have grown to hate it when anyone calls on me to go to Hell. That place is a prison to me and I know that Serenity fears for me whenever I have to go down there. The Devil doesnâ€™t have a voice strong enough to sway me but I understand her fear.

FH: Your story, Her Dark Angel, is a book in a series about several angels from different divisions. All of them are angels youâ€™re familiar with and many would see you as their leader. Is that how you see yourself?

APOLLYON: (laughs) No. Not at all. I am the oldest and possibly the strongest, but I would never see myself as their leader. We are all on an equal footing. At least, that is what I believe. We all have different strengths too. While my power might be stronger than that which others bear, they have strength where I do not. Einar is an incredible hunter, able to track the wiliest of prey, and has the ability to heal injuries. Lukas has an amazing strength of heart and is often the one to keep a level head in a crisis and convince those of us bent on violence to look at things clearly before taking the leap, and he is an incredible warrior. Marcus is one of the strongest angels I know and his skill with his spear is unparalleled. He is also a keen strategist and uses intelligence in his battles. Of course, we all have our weaknesses, and they all seem to be the same. We have all lost our hearts to our women. No matter how level-headed we try to be, the moment our women are in danger, all hell breaks loose.

FH: Describe yourself in one word?

APOLLYON: Destructive.

FH: The Great Destroyer finally admits that he can be a touch destructive? I suppose it comes with the territory and after witnessing you in Her Guardian Angel, I can agree with that word choice. Thank you for meeting with me today and chatting. Is there anything else that youâ€™d like to add?

APOLLYON: Only my gratitude to those reading this interview with me and my hope that this has given them better insight into myself and my fellow angels. I believe that since my story is the first in your series, that you have put a special price on it as an introduction to the series. I am not sure whether to be flattered by this or dismayed. (waves his hand dismissively) Never mind. I am sure you only desired for more mortals to read my story and fall in love with our world.

FH: Maybe I wanted them to fall in love with you. (he looks uncomfortable) Youâ€™re very popular in my series, you know? Anyway, youâ€™re right and itâ€™s only a limited time offer on your book, Her Dark Angel, and I hope that readers will check it out. Iâ€™ll let you get back to Paris and Serenity now.

If you want to read a little more about Apollyon and fall in love with him for yourself, his book is just $0.99 this weekend.

Dark, passionate and erotic, Her Dark Angel is a tale of intense desire and deepest forbidden love guaranteed to get your heart racing.

REMEMBER: If you want Apollyon to answer your question, leave it in a comment on the post and I’ll pass it on to him and he’ll answer it for you.

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My favourite scene from Her Dark Angel

Posted on 7th April 2012 by Felicity Heaton

I have the hard task of choosing my favourite scenes from some of my books to share with you this weekend. It might sound like a lot of fun, but sometimes there is more than one scene that I really love in a book and choosing between them can be very tricky. Add to that the fact that I can’t choose a scene that gives something major about the plot away and it becomes doubly tricky!

My next favourite scene is from Her Dark Angel and this time it wasn’t difficult for me to choose it… it was difficult to know when to stop!

My Favourite Scene From…

Her Dark Angel

Apollyon perfected his image, smoothing his long black hair back into his neat ponytail and tightening the knot of his blue tie. Serenity walked beside him through the dark streets. Her plan was simple, yet likely to be effective. He glanced across at her, taking in how different she looked in her short black sleeveless dress that hugged her breasts and flared out from the waist, and the black high heels. She had tied her blonde hair up into a loose chignon. Dark kohl lined her eyes and her lips were stained red, adding to her allure.

It had been difficult not to look at her before, but now it was impossible. She drew his eyes to her and he didnâ€™t want to look away. He wanted to stare at her forever.

He reminded himself that it was alright now. He was supposed to look at her, to be attentive and charming, to be romantic with her.

â€œHeâ€™ll be here.â€ The tremble in her voice betrayed the nerves he could easily feel in her.

Was she having second thoughts? Her form of revenge was far more gentle and lenient than his. He could happily cast her unfaithful lover into the bottomless pit to suffer there with the Devil and the other sinners.

Her heartbeat quickened. He looked ahead, following her gaze, and saw the neon sign. She had mentioned the club to him. It was one she had frequented with the man called Edward. Apollyon had yet to get a description of his target but she would do better and point him out if the man was in the club.

â€œI shouldnâ€™t be asking you to do this.â€ Serenity stopped and turned to face him. â€œItâ€™s really not right.â€

â€œYou are only asking me to pretend that I am your new lover. It will be an easy charade, and it will not contravene any law of the contract that lies between us.â€ He smiled at her and she nodded. Nothing could contravene the laws of their contract. He hadnâ€™t invited her to create any or made any of his own. Whatever she desired of him, she would have.

Sin or no sin involved.

And he was fine with that.

Serenity moved closer to him. He had forgotten how good females smelt. Her light perfume teased his senses with its floral notes, and lured him to her as much as her appearance. She had never looked this beautiful in the pool.

She went to move away but he caught her wrist and she stopped.

â€œYou are nervous.â€ He grazed his fingertips over her skin, enjoying the silky warm feel of her. Whenever he touched her, he didnâ€™t want to let her go. He wanted to run his hands over every inch of her and feel the subtle differences across her body, studying her and memorising every supple plane and curve.

â€œYou would be too if you were about to walk into a club with an angel on your arm.â€ There was a hint of a joke about her tone but he knew that she was being serious. His appearance to her disconcerted her.

â€œI do not look like an angel to them.â€ He took hold of her shoulders and turned her to face the dark window of the shop behind her.

Her eyes widened. Whatever ability she had, she evidently couldnâ€™t see through an illusion he cast on something else. He was projecting his image onto his reflection, so she would see what other mortals did when they looked at him.

â€œYou look like that?â€

He nodded and leaned forwards until his chest was close to her shoulders, and looked down at her face.

â€œDoes my reflection satisfy you?â€

She looked at him over her shoulder, her face close to his. â€œI think I prefer to see you as you are.â€

The honesty in those words touched his heart. His gaze fell to her lips and he stepped back, away from the temptation they presented.

â€œYou have taste though,â€ she said and he looked back at her. â€œIn suits and in armour.â€

Apollyon smiled. â€œIf you are satisfied, then let us begin your revenge.â€

He held his hand out to her, only meaning for her to take it as a hint to go to the club rather than for her to hold it but she slipped hers into it. Her hand was small in his, delicate. He held it and walked with her to the club, trying to remember if he had ever held someoneâ€™s hand before. If he had, it was too long ago to recall and it couldnâ€™t have felt this good. He wouldnâ€™t have forgotten it if it had.

The man on the door stepped aside the moment they neared. Serenity looked at him. He shrugged. Some mortals were easier to use compulsion on than others. The bouncer had been an easy target. A message sent straight into the manâ€™s head saying that he wanted to let the beautiful woman pass had been enough to make him lift the red velvet rope for them.

Apollyon led her down into the dark interior of the basement club and then she moved in front of him when they reached the crowded space at the foot of the stairs. Blue neon lit the black bar, white spotlights casting pale light over the bartenders and the patrons gathered there.

Serenity walked further into the club and Apollyon put his surroundings to memory. The dance floor was small and busy with mortals performing what he could only interpret as clothed sex. Blue strobes and lasers made their movements stuttered and broken. Clusters of tall round black tables surrounded by stools lined the edges of the room. Most of them were full. The music was too loud, a fast and hard beat that made him miss the relative peace of Hell.

Serenity stopped again and he bumped into the back of her. The feel of her warm body against his stirred him as badly as the coffee had done and he backed off a step so she wouldnâ€™t notice. She looked over her shoulder at him and motioned with her eyes towards the dance floor.

If she expected him to be able to pick out Edward from a crowd, she was overestimating his abilities.

She took hold of his arm and he felt her fingers against his skin rather than the jacket of his suit. She could reach through his glamour too. He burned where she touched, growing hungry for more, for her to touch other parts of him.

He was starting to see why his fellow warriors had pledged themselves to mortal women.

She tiptoed, her breasts pressing against his arm and his chest, and he lowered his ear to her mouth when he finally clawed back enough sense to realise that she wanted to say something to him.

â€œThe mousy haired man, white shirt, exposing far too much chest,â€ she shouted into his ear and he grimaced. He should have told her that he had sensitive hearing.

He looked for his target, gaze scanning the dancers, and zeroed in when he spotted him. He was showing far too much chest, his white shirt had at least the top three buttons undone, and he was dancing with a slender dark-haired woman in a revealing tight pale dress.

â€œIs that the female he betrayed you with?â€ He frowned. The woman was nothing compared with Serenity. His gaze shifted to her and she shook her head.

What sort of womaniser had Serenity been involved with? The thought of her with such a man made him desire to change plans and send the man to Hell after all.

â€œDo you want a drink?â€ she shouted over the noise of the music.

Apollyon shook his head. â€œI do not think alcohol would be wise. I have not tasted it before and I am not sure whether it is still forbidden.â€

Serenity looked past him to the bar. â€œWell, I need a drink.â€

â€œThen a drink you will have.â€ He released her hand. â€œI will be just a moment.â€

He heard her gasp when he disappeared. A woman looked right at him when he appeared in a space next to her, accidently knocking against her, and he smiled his apology. The anger that had been in her dark eyes disappeared in an instant.

â€œCan I buy you a drink, Handsome?â€ She fluttered her long lashes at him and smiled.

He had never been in the game but he knew when a woman was flirting. He looked over towards Serenity where she stood by the dance floor, staring over the heads of the crowd at him, the shock still on her face.

â€œI am here with someone.â€ He sensed the womanâ€™s gaze leave him.

She snorted. â€œReally, you ought to trade up.â€

Was she insinuating that Serenity wasnâ€™t good enough for him and that perhaps she was?

He laughed. He had never heard something so ridiculous. Why would he want to leave Serenity for the woman before him? Serenity was kind, warm, he looked back at her and his smile slowly fell as it began to dawn on him, and beautiful.

She really was beautiful.

And he wanted her.

He had never wanted a mortal woman before.

But he wanted her.

He flagged down the bartender and compelled him to make the same brightly coloured drink as the flirtatious woman had in front of her. The man made it and slid it across the bar to him. Apollyon took it and left, disappearing and reappearing beside Serenity.

She gasped again and then smiled when he held the drink out to her.

â€œI am not sure what it is.â€

â€œDid your new friend recommend it?â€ She was still smiling but there was something different about her.

Something darker that came with a strong sense of power.

Jealous?

â€œShe recommended something else and I refused.â€ He offered the drink again and Serenity took it this time, moved the small black straws around and then sucked on them.

Apollyon stared at her mouth, mesmerised as she removed the straws and licked her lips.

â€œGood?â€ he said and she nodded.

The power that had radiated from her disappeared and she smiled. He had never dealt with a witch before. Could she curse him? He wasnâ€™t sure if his own powers would stand against hers and he didnâ€™t want to find out.

The table nearest them became free and he placed his hand against her elbow, guiding her over to it. She slid into the tall black stool and placed her drink down on the round black table. Apollyon sat opposite her, watching her sip her drink and waiting.

The music continued to pound but soon changed to a new song. Some of the dancers left the floor and walked past them towards the bar. Apollyon reached across the table and placed his hand over Serenityâ€™s when Edward walked past.

He smiled at Serenity when he felt Edwardâ€™s gaze light on them and then he moved on. Her eyes widened and then she looked at Apollyon.

â€œDid he see?â€ She leaned towards him, affording him a glorious view down her black dress to her breasts.

Was she trying to tempt him?

â€œHe saw.â€ Apollyon looked over his shoulder, tracking Edwardâ€™s progress across the room.

Edward was shorter than him, and his build was slighter. He seemed plain in the face but it was difficult to tell in such poor light. He must have some good qualities to draw Serenity to him and make her care for him. Right now though, Apollyon couldnâ€™t see anything good in him. He saw only a sinner, a man to be punished and made to suffer, just as his mistress desired.

Edward reached the bar and looked back at him.

No, at them. He was looking at them. He would have seen that Serenity was with him and that they were more than just friends.

Serenity sipped her drink again and Apollyon grazed his thumb lightly over the back of her hand, staring at them. She didnâ€™t seem to mind him touching her, or was it all part of the act? His blue gaze rose to her face, studying her as she sucked on the two small black straws. Her blonde hair shone blue in the lights. The colour of them washed out her skin and made her make-up even darker.

She looked up from her drink and released the straws. Her smile teased him, curving her dark lips and tempting him to take this charade further just to see how she would react.

â€œWhat sort of spells can you cast?â€ he said over the noise of the music.

She slowly stirred her drink with the straws, staring into his eyes the whole time. Did she have to think that hard about it? Could she cast spells on men that made them her willing slave? If she could, he would swear that she had cast one on him.

â€œMy mother told me only to do magic that benefitted others, and I had until today.â€ She lifted the glass to her lips, pushed the straws aside, and took a long gulp of the drink. She set the empty glass down. â€œIâ€™ve done minor curses for people, spells to aid maternity and conception, and love spells of course.â€

Love spells.

Perhaps she had cast that spell on him.

She had never used magic to benefit herself before today.

He had seen enough of the world to know that she was unusual in that respect. Her warmth, her selflessness and kindness, spoke to his heart, making her more beautiful. She thought only of helping others when most who possessed her powers would use them to profit from other humans. Power was a drug to mortals. He had seen the effect it had on them. Another person with her abilities would have used it to make them rich, important and popular, lured in by the promises of false happiness it gave, addicted to it.

Serenity seemed immune to it, and when she had finally succumbed to using it for herself, it had been to heal the pain in her heart and have vengeance. The hurt her ex-lover had caused her had driven her to use her power.

And Apollyon had heard her call and responded.

Perhaps he was the result of her spell after all. Her magic could have amplified her voice and he could have heard it because his focus had been on her at the time.

â€œYou are never tempted to use them?â€

She shook her head and then glanced away. â€œPerhaps sometimes.â€

Sometimes.

Her gaze snuck back to him, meeting his, and her cheeks darkened. It would have been impossible to see it if he hadnâ€™t been watching for it. She had considered a spell. On who? On Edward or on him? Revenge or love?

Serenityâ€™s other hand settled over their joined ones. It was cold from holding the glass but soon warmed on contact with his skin. She turned the hand beneath his, trapping his between hers.

â€œDo you think we should dance?â€ There was a nervous edge to her expression and her gaze flickered past him, over his shoulder.

â€œIs he still watching?â€ Apollyon could already feel the manâ€™s gaze on his back.

She nodded.

â€œThen we should definitely dance.â€

She hesitated. â€œIs it okay to dance… to do any of this?â€

How many times was she going to ask him the same question? His answer wasnâ€™t going to change. Whatever she wanted, he would do it.

Apollyon took hold of her hand, stood and walked around the table to her. His smile seemed to give her the answer that she was looking for, bringing another dark blush to her cheeks, and she slipped from her stool and followed his lead towards the dance floor.

The music was heavier now, harder, and slower. The people on the dance floor were bordering on clothed sex again and, for a moment, he wondered if it really was a good idea. He wasnâ€™t sure where a dance would lead, but the look in Serenityâ€™s eyes said that wherever it took them, it wasnâ€™t pretend.

He pulled her into his arms, so her hands were against his chest, and stood there with her, looking down into her wide eyes. Her pupils dilated, darkening her irises, full of passion and hunger that he could feel beating in her heart.

Whenever she let go of her nerves and of the fact that he was an angel, she was more confident, sensual in her movements and almost flirtatious in her air around him. He wanted her like that now, and not because it would make Edward jealous to see it.

Apollyon slid his hands down to her waist from her ribs, and over her hips. She felt too good beneath his touch. Her eyelids slipped to half-mast and her palms pressed against his chest, not on his suit but on his armour. Did she like the feel of his hands on her?

He tightened his grip on her hips and drew her against him, starting to move slowly to the heavy beat. Her hands slid up over his breastplate and then over his collarbones towards his neck. He shivered when she lightly swept her fingers across his shoulders, and stepped into him, her body moving against his. Each time they brushed, each step that had them rubbing against each other, drove him a little farther towards the edge of control.

Serenity slipped her hands around the back of his head, twirled the dark hair of his ponytail around her slender fingers, and then settled them against the nape of his neck. He shifted his hands, easing them around her back, until they met in the small of it, feeling the way her hips moved as she danced with him. Her leg slid between his and his between hers, and her eyes half-closed again when he brushed the apex of her thighs. He groaned and moved closer to her, eager to feel the whole of her body against his, his thoughts diving down routes they hadnâ€™t traversed in a long time. How good would she look naked? He wanted to explore every supple inch of her with his mouth and hands, wanted to worship her body until she cried his name and collapsed into his arms.

Apollyon stepped back a little, unable to bear the torture and needing a moment to breathe. He was too close to letting go.

Serenity stared into his eyes, hers full of invite, asking him to give in to her. He would do so willingly if he could be sure that this wasnâ€™t an act. It was a charade, nothing more than pretend so they would make Edward jealous. That was all it was.

So why did it feel so good to have her in his arms?

She ran her hands down over his biceps, slowly, her gaze following her right hand as it traced the curves of his muscles, and her heart beating faster, as though exploring his body excited her. Her eyes darkened and he could feel the hunger in her, could sense the growing need.

Why did his body burn wherever she touched?

His gaze flickered to her mouth.

And why couldnâ€™t he keep his eyes off her cherry red lips and his mind off how good it would feel to dip his head and kiss her?

It had been a long time since he had desired a woman, but he knew it had never felt like thisâ€”so strong and irresistible. He loved how she moved against him, her body brushing his, teasing him into submission, sending shiver after shiver over his skin and sending his temperature soaring. He loved the way she looked into his eyes and smiled at him, so full of honest emotions and desire. It didnâ€™t feel like an act.

It felt so real and he was sure that she would welcome a kiss from him.

It couldnâ€™t be the glamour because it didnâ€™t work on her. She had to be attracted to him.

She smiled up at him, her hands resting lightly by his elbows, burning him with her touch. He wanted to feel her hands on his chest but this time without his armour in the way. He needed her to touch him, to feel what she did to him and how hard she made his heart beat.

He moved against her, satisfying himself as much as he could in public and without overstepping the mark. She didnâ€™t seem to care. Her eyes slipped shut again when he ran his hands down to her backside and he groaned under his breath at the way the twin peachy globes moved beneath his fingers. He slid his hands lower, until he cupped her bottom, and drew her against him, so her hips were close to his.

He wanted her.

Her wide eyes met his, pupils swallowing her irises, and her lips parted.

He wanted to kiss her.

It couldnâ€™t be pretend.

He wanted to wrap her in his arms and his wings and never let her go.

What had she done to him?

What spell had she cast to make him like this?

Her fingertips caressed his arms, working back up to his shoulders, and she traced the line of the leather straps that held his armour in place. She toyed with the buckles, making his body tremble with the thought that he might get his wish and she might remove his breastplate and touch his bare chest.

He wanted that so much.

Her chest rose and fell with her hard breathing, luring his eyes there. Deep hunger bolted through him at the sight of her breasts pressing against her small black dress. He lost track of what they were doing, until they were only holding each other, staring into each otherâ€™s eyes, both of their hearts racing.

His gaze drifted back to her mouth and he couldnâ€™t fight the temptation.

Apollyon lowered his head towards hers, wrapped her in his arms, and tilted his head to kiss her.

She giggled.

He pulled back, frowning. She laughed then and wriggled against him. He groaned when her hip pressed against his aching erection.

She was beautiful when she laughed though. She brushed her shoulder and then down her arm, and he realised that it was his wings. He lifted one and swept the black feathers over her shoulder. She laughed in his arms, genuine and full of happiness.

She seemed to have forgotten her heartache.

They both seemed to have forgotten this was make believe.

If you want to read a little more about Apollyon and Serenity, and how that revenge turns out rather sweet for them both, Her Dark Angel is just $0.99 this weekend.

Dark, passionate and erotic, Her Dark Angel is a tale of intense desire and deepest forbidden love guaranteed to get your heart racing.

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Paranormal Romance Books for just $0.99 this weekend!

Posted on 6th April 2012 by Felicity Heaton

As part of my Birthday Bash event this weekend, April 6th-9th, I have discounted some of my paranormal romance books. There are three vampire romance novels (each over 130000 words long) available for less than a dollar / pound / euro and one angel romance novella.

Her Dark Angel is the first book in the Her Angel romance series, and Prophecy: Child of Light is the first book in my Vampires Realm series. There are new books out in these series this year. These two books are available on Amazon Kindle, Apple iBooks, BN Nook, Sony, etc.

Heart of Darkness and Love Immortal are both stand alone novels featuring two of my all-time favourite heroes. They’re available through Amazon Kindle and also Smashwords (use coupon code provided).

Grab these discounted books while you can as prices will go back to normal on April 10th.

Heart of Darkness
A vampire prince on a four hundred year old mission to avenge his murdered sister…

A vampire guard who will do whatever it takes to protect those she loves…

(Normally $4.99)
Only $0.99 from:
Amazon Kindle Stores:
US / World | UK | Germany
France | Italy | Spain
Smashwords:
Smashwords (use code: KH62H)

(Normally $4.99)
Only $0.99 from:
Amazon Kindle Stores:
US / World | UK | Germany
France | Italy | Spain
Smashwords:
Smashwords (use code: XA94L)

Dark, passionate and erotic, Her Dark Angel is a tale of intense desire and deepest forbidden love guaranteed to get your heart racing.

The first novel in the Vampires Realm series, Prophecy: Child of Light, is part one in an epic tale of love and war that is sure to capture your heart and leave you craving more.