Her Demonic Angel, the fifth book in Felicity Heaton’s
Her Angel romance series, is now available, and to celebrate the release she’s
giving away the first book in the series, Her Dark Angel, for FREE at selected
Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books and Apple iBookstore sites.
You can find all the links for the FREE book,
including a sample, at the following page: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/herdarkangel/
You can also download a fantastic 8 chapter sample of
Her Demonic Angel for your e-reader at the website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/ebooks.php?title=Her%20Demonic%20Angel
Here’s more about Her Demonic Angel, including an
excerpt from this long angel romance novel.
Her Demonic Angel
Felicity Heaton
A demonic angel with a heart of ice, Veiron walks a dark path with vengeance on his mind. Nothing will sway him from his mission to destroy his master... until he risks his life to enter Hell once more to save a mortal female. The fiery beauty makes him burn with hungers he must battle and needs he cannot deny, tempting him to surrender body and soul to her.
Felicity Heaton
A demonic angel with a heart of ice, Veiron walks a dark path with vengeance on his mind. Nothing will sway him from his mission to destroy his master... until he risks his life to enter Hell once more to save a mortal female. The fiery beauty makes him burn with hungers he must battle and needs he cannot deny, tempting him to surrender body and soul to her.
Erin is convinced her refusal to do the Devil’s
bidding will see her die in a terrifying realm straight out of her nightmares.
The last thing she expects is the lethally sensual warrior who breaks into her
cell and awakens the darkest desires of her heart and a fierce longing to know
the heat of his caress.
Pulled into an incredible world where war is set to
ignite and darkness is on the rise, Erin races with Veiron to escape the
Devil’s legions in a journey fraught with danger and filled with passion that
flares white-hot.
When Erin is faced with a life-shattering realisation
and an extraordinary destiny, will their love give them the strength to battle
both Heaven and Hell or will they be parted forever?
Her Demonic Angel is available from:
Amazon.com Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00995OSTQ/
Amazon.co.uk Kindle: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00995OSTQ/
Apple iBookstore US: http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/isbn9781909306301
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Author’s Website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/ebooks.php?title=Her%20Demonic%20Angel
Her Demonic
Angel – Excerpt
The door opened behind her and Erin didn’t make the
mistake of whirling to face the visitor this time.
She turned slowly, expecting to find either the Devil
or one of his cronies come to torment her.
It was neither.
A bloodstained and beaten man wearing tight black
jeans that emphasised the thickness of his thighs and a black t-shirt that
stretched across the impressive hard cut breadth of his chest stood in the
doorway.
He was holding a very big sword.
Erin swallowed.
Had he come to kill her?
She glanced back at the abyss below her feet. What
would be a better and less painful death? Falling to this scarlet-haired man’s
sword or plummeting into the volcanic river?
“Erin, I presume?” His deep voice wrapped around her
and Erin couldn’t miss the concern that laced the weariness and irritation in
it.
Erin looked back at him.
He slid the broadsword down his back and scrubbed his
hand across several days’ worth of dark growth on his handsome face.
One good-looking man had fooled her already and it
wasn’t going to happen again. This man was every bit as lethal, brutal and
vicious as the Devil. It was there in his eyes and the way he held himself,
legs spread in a warrior’s stance, ready for a fight.
He looked as though he had already been through
several battles recently. Now that she looked closer, she spotted tears in his
t-shirt that revealed startlingly enticing glimpses of hard packed muscles.
Erin dragged her gaze down to her own feet.
She must have lost it in the past few days. She had
finally plunged into crazy, her mind frazzled by her captivity and being in
Hell. She had to be insane to be ogling the man who had clearly come to kill
her.
“Why don’t you just do it and get this over with?” she
said, feeling a spark of defiance ignite in her chest. If she was going to die,
she might as well go down fighting.
“Excuse me?” He frowned at her, a quizzical look
filling his dark eyes. “Get what over with?”
“Killing me.”
His dark red eyebrows pinched together. “If you’re not
Erin, I might.”
It was her turn to frown. “You don’t want to kill me?”
“Are you Erin?”
She nodded.
“Then I don’t want to kill you.” He stepped into her
cell and she noted that he didn’t bother to stay close to the door. If she were
entering a cell on a mission to save someone, she would certainly keep one foot
in the door in case a bad guy came along and shut them both in. Did he have
another means of escape if that happened? He raked dark eyes over her and she
shivered under the heat of his gaze. “You are not what I was expecting.”
“Ditto,” she said and shrugged when he looked into her
eyes, confusion lighting his again. “I was expecting the Devil to come back.”
“The snide little fucker actually paid you a visit in
person?”
Erin frowned at how casually he badmouthed the Devil,
as though he wasn’t afraid of him. She stared at the man, taking in his
impressive height and build. He was taller than the Devil and much broader too,
thick sinewy muscles visible beneath his tight clothing. His biceps were huge,
so large she would struggle to wrap both of her hands around one arm. Her
fingertips and thumbs wouldn’t touch if she tried. Matching black and red
tribal tattoos curled around those biceps, a tantalising peek of a larger design
that disappeared under the sleeves of his t-shirt.
Erin found herself wanting to strip his top off to see
the rest of it.
She really had lost her mind.
“Are you alright?” He frowned again.
“Just a little brain damage,” she said, trying to make
light of everything.
He crossed the black floor and stopped before her,
towering close to a foot over her, his immense body overshadowing hers and
making her feel tiny. He slid one large hand along the line of her jaw, tilted
her head back, and stared down into her eyes.
Erin swallowed. It should be illegal for a man to be
so handsome yet so lethal-looking. He screamed danger but she wasn’t quaking
under his touch because of it. It was a whole other feeling that had her
trembling.
“You don’t look crazy,” he whispered and she added his
sultry low voice to the list of reasons someone should stamp him with the words
‘dangerous’ and ‘forbidden’. “Now... all opposed to being rescued, raise your
hands, otherwise, I’d like to get the fuck out of here.”
Erin didn’t argue, not even when he clamped one strong
large hand around her slender wrist and drew the broadsword strapped to his
back with the other. She stared at the open door, battling a flood of emotions
that threatened to sweep her under. Freedom. This man was here to save her. It
was too sweet and glorious to believe. It had to be a cruel trick, another form
of torture to break her.
She didn’t have much time to take in what was really
happening when he pulled her over the threshold and into a long black corridor
that ran between the cells. Before she could even glance back at the cell that
had been her home for God only knew how many days, he was dragging her along
the hallway.
“Can you run?” He glanced over his broad shoulders at
her and didn’t give her a chance to respond before he started at a pace.
Erin tried to keep up. The prospect of actually
surviving and escaping Hell flooded her with adrenaline that had her bare feet
moving but she couldn’t match his long strides. A bright flash blinded her but
it didn’t slow her companion. He kept running. They passed a large open room
and she turned her head in time to see several dead bodies strewn across a
floor slick with blood. More flashes lit the darkness and with each one, a body
disappeared.
They looked like humans. Had the man killed them to
reach her? What was that light and why were they disappearing?
She started to ask but her gaze settled on the hard
angles of his profile and the stern set of his jaw and she thought better of
it. This man was her ticket out of Hell and she wasn’t about to piss him off,
not when she had the impression that he was quite content with killing.
Erin pounded along the black-walled corridor beside
him, her legs beginning to tire and each step jarring her bones and sending pain
shooting across the soles of her feet. She lost her footing on one of the sets
of steps that led downwards and almost fell. The man’s hand on her wrist
stopped her. He pulled her up by her arm as though she was nothing but a
ragdoll in his hands, suspending her off the ground for a second before setting
her down again.
“You are weak,” he said and she bristled at the double
meaning in his words. He wasn’t just saying she was weak from her captivity,
but that he thought she was weak period.
Erin snatched her wrist free of his grasp and rubbed
it. She turned her nose up and stormed ahead of him, feeling crazy for taking
the lead when she didn’t know where she was going and she didn’t have a weapon,
or the knowledge of how to wield one. She couldn’t let him think she was weak
though.
He followed behind her, a dark shadow barely a few
feet from her, his footsteps almost silent.
They reached a split in the corridor and Erin paused.
Neither of the avenues she could take looked inviting. Both were pitch-black and
voices came from one. Or was it the other? Everything echoed in the corridors
and it was hard to distinguish which would lead her to a grisly death and which
would lead her to freedom.
She chose the right.
The man grabbed her around the waist from behind,
twisted her in his arm, and slung her over his shoulder.
Erin struggled and his arm tightened against her back,
causing his thick shoulder to press into her stomach. Her organs protested,
sharp pain lancing each one.
“You’ll fall off. I need to move fast and you’re
slowing me down.”
Well, that was just rude. Erin punched his backside.
God, it was like a rock. She almost purred. Could this man get any smexier?
“You can’t carry me and fight your way out of here.”
He laughed, the warm timbre of it echoing around the
dark walls. “Believe me, Sweetheart, I can fight with both hands tied behind my
back. You’re no hindrance at all.”
He jogged down the left corridor with her, each step
jolting her on his shoulder until she felt close to losing what little remained
of the last thing she ate. Erin grabbed his leather belt, hooked her thumbs
into the waist of his jeans and pushed herself up enough that it didn’t hurt as
much as he ran.
This was just embarrassing now.
It was bad enough having her rescuer belittle her.
Having him carry her fireman-style to freedom was
making her wish he had left her in her cell.
Warm fresh air assaulted her, as fresh as Hell got
anyway, and she looked up to see the huge black walls of the prison fortress
bouncing away from her.
“You can put me down now,” she said but he didn’t hear
her. Either that or he was ignoring her. She was tempted to punch him on the
backside again but gave up and let him have his way.
The jagged towers of the prison slowly wobbled into
the distance and were lost from view behind the spires of black rock that lined
the path her hero had chosen. Vents in their sides and tops belched hot acrid
smoke that stole her breath. She pulled his black t-shirt up, exposing a lean
delicious back, and covered her mouth with it. How the hell could he run in
this?
Erin wanted to be sick.
She counted the bounces in his step to keep her focus
off the horrendous smell of rotten eggs invading her lungs and the increasing
number of bleached bones that lined the path as though someone had kicked the
bodies out of the way and just let them rot there. Or perhaps some smaller
creature had picked the bones clean. There were grooves in some of them, as
though sharp teeth and claws had scraped them. Erin hoped it had happened after
death and that the screams still ringing in her ears weren’t the death cries of
people being eaten alive.
The man managed over three hundred steps before he
finally stopped and set her down with surprising care in a wide clearing.
“Are you alright?” He held her at arm’s length,
looking her over.
Her blood heated when his dark eyes lingered on her
breasts and then the tiny shorts she wore.
“Do you always dress like this?” He raised an eyebrow.
Erin folded her arms across her chest, covering her breasts.
The black pebbles of the path cut into the bare soles of her feet. “I was in
bed when they took me.”
He ran his gaze over her again and a touch of crimson
ringed his dark irises.
Erin took a step backwards.
That had to be a reflection of their fiery
surroundings. It had to be.
Mr Tall, Dark and Deadly couldn’t be something
straight out of Hell.
Her Demonic
Angel is available now from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Apple iBookstores and
direct from the author. It will soon be available for Barnes and Noble Nook
too.
Find all the links to retailers and a fantastic 8
chapter downloadable sample of the book at her website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/ebooks.php?title=Her%20Demonic%20Angel
Books in the Her Angel romance series:
About Felicity Heaton:
Felicity Heaton writes passionate paranormal romance
books as Felicity Heaton and F E Heaton. In her books she creates detailed
worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping
romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy
shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons!
If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara
Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then
you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked,
Felicity Heaton’s best selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong,
powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series she writes as F
E Heaton or any of her stand alone vampire romance books she writes as Felicity
Heaton. Or if you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate
and erotic then try Felicity Heaton’s new Vampire Erotic Theatre series.
In 2011, five of her six paranormal romance books
received Top Pick awards from Night Owl Reviews, Forbidden Blood was nominated
as Best PNR Vampire Romance 2011 at The Romance Reviews, and many of her
releases received five star reviews from numerous websites.
If you want to
know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the
following places:
Website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/felicityheaton
Twitter: http://twitter.com/felicityheaton
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/felicityheaton
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