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.
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.
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?
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Her Demonic Angel
The gorgeous warrior 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.
He frowned at her feet. Erin
gasped as his large hands settled on her waist and he lifted her onto a
relatively smoother rock on the side of the path.
“I didn’t anticipate this.” He rubbed his
stubbly jaw and crouched before her. His hands were gentle as he lifted one of
her feet and inspected the sole, his thumbs pressing in and sending a warm jolt
up to the apex of her thighs.
She placed one hand on top of his head to
steady herself and tried to resist the sudden desire to comb her fingers
through the long crimson lengths of his hair.
She had dated a few men with long hair in
the past but none of them had dyed it the colour this man had chosen. It was
like blood.
“I like your do,” she said with a smile.
“It’s pretty cool.”
He frowned up at her. “Do?”
“Your hair.”
His frown intensified. “We are trapped in
Hell and you are discussing my hair?”
“I have to do something to take my mind off
the fact that I’m trapped in Hell. What dye do you use?”
The man straightened and even when she was
standing on a rock, she was still shorter than he was. “It is not dyed.”
“That’s natural?”
“If you would like, I can prove it to you.”
His smile was nothing short of salacious and he reached for his belt. “The
carpet matches the curtains.”
Erin blushed and grabbed his hands to stop
him from going ahead and flashing her. He looked as though he really would go
through with it and while the thought of seeing every inch of this man nude was
appealing, it couldn’t stand up to her greater desire to escape.
The man shrugged and then did something
that really challenged her ability to think straight and focus on escaping.
He removed the leather contraption that
held his sword to his back, reached over his head and tugged his black t-shirt
off, revealing a body so perfect that it would make angels weep. Every inch of
lightly bronzed skin stretched taut over granite hard muscles. They shifted in
a sensual symphony as he easily tore his t-shirt into two pieces. Her gaze
ambled over him, ignoring her commands to focus on anything other than his
godly form, then he upped the stakes and it was game over.
He crouched again and bent over her feet,
giving her a glorious view of his strong back and the detailed red and black
tribal tattoos that swept up his thick arms and down his shoulder blades. They
curled there, skirting identical ridges of scar tissue.
Erin leaned forwards as he finished
wrapping one of her feet in half of his ruined t-shirt and started on her
other. She swept her fingers along the wide dark scar that slashed up his left
shoulder in line with his spine.
The man was gone in a flash, standing
several feet away from her and breathing hard.
“What the fuck?” he snarled and Erin
flinched, her hand still poised where his back had been. “Don’t touch me.
Understand?”
“I’m sorry... I just saw the scars and
wondered what had happened to you.” She hated that she couldn’t get her voice
above a whisper and that she couldn’t look at him. Shame burned her cheeks. So
much for her insane thoughts about paying back her glowering saviour with some
naughty time when they made it out of Hell.
Erin stared at her feet. He had done a nice
job of covering them with his t-shirt. She supposed she should thank him for
coming to save her and for not doing the whole thing with her slung over his
shoulder, leaving her feeling weak and pathetic. Maybe she should just ask him
to point her in the right direction and she would find the way out on her own.
Her gaze shifted to his sword where it lay on the ground. On second thought, he
was armed and if she ran across some of those demons, he might be able to fend
them off or even kill them.
“Thank you for coming for me. I owe you my
life,” she said and finally managed to find the courage to look him in the eye
again.
He casually shrugged his wide bare
shoulders. “You own me nothing. I’m only here because Amelia would have come if
I hadn’t, and if she dies then that’s my life over.”
“Oh.” Erin’s gaze ate basalt again and her
cheeks scalded, her burning heart heating them. He was with Amelia. That made
sense in a strange way, although it only left her with more questions about why
Amelia knew about Hell, what the Devil wanted with her and how she had met this
man.
A man who had taken her place, risking his
life to save Erin so she didn’t have to.
Erin stepped down from the rock, feeling as
though someone had just popped her favourite balloon. She knew she should feel
happy that her sister finally had a man in her life that had a noble and good
bone in his body but she couldn’t muster the emotion when jealousy was riding
her.
Her amber eyes met his dark ones but she
couldn’t hold his gaze. It fell to the ground again. She didn’t want to look at
him anymore. The blood staining his face and the harsh cuts across his bearded
jaw and neck did nothing to dampen his feral handsome looks.
Erin envied Amelia for having him in her
life.
“I want to keep moving.” She started off
without him, following the winding path that was surrounded by black jagged
rocks and bleached bones and stretched into an equally dark and bleak distance.
Erin was beginning to hate black.
The man easily caught up with her in a few
long-legged strides and fell into step beside her, his broadsword strapped to
his back again. He cut an imposing figure as he strolled along beside her, his
air casual yet throwing off a lethal don’t-even-try-it vibe.
She wanted to give him the silent treatment
but it had been days since she had spoken to someone and he was currently her
mind and heart’s favourite subject. She wanted the goods on this man, every
juicy bit of them.
“So... were you a captive here once too and
that’s why you know your way around?” That question hung in the air between
them.
His lip curled, revealing a flash of
straight white teeth, and he frowned.
Clearly, he was still pissed at her for
touching him. Well, sorry. She couldn’t have stopped herself if she had tried.
She still wouldn’t be able to if she so much as glanced at the scars that he
had evidently tattooed around, as though they were central to the design.
He was silent a few seconds longer and then
looked down at her out of the corner of his eye and smiled.
Erin walked on a few paces, towards a long
sloping drop into a valley below. She glanced down, seeing that the path she
was on turned a corner ahead and continued close to a hundred feet below her.
He finally spoke. “You could say that I’m
local.”
That unnerved her, especially when coupled
with the bright crimson that flared in his dark irises, a corona surrounding
his narrowed pupils.
Erin stepped away from him, backing towards
the edge where it was rocky and the stones were loose underfoot. Her gaze
darted down to the path far below her. Her footing was poor where she was but
she didn’t want to be near him until she was sure it was safe. She would sooner
risk falling than being within his reach.
He frowned at her and then at her feet, and
held his hand out to her. “Come away from the edge.”
Erin shook her head.
If he was something terrible, then she was
going to hit the slope, slide down to the path below and make a break for it.
She would probably cut her bare legs up but it was better than being tortured
by a demon. Had he only rescued her so he could toy with her and hurt her? Was
this just another trick after all?
Her sister would never associate with
something demonic and evil.
“Do you work for the Devil?” Erin shuffled
backwards. His dark eyes flicked to her feet and then back to her eyes, and he
stretched his hand closer to her, an impatient and concerned expression on his
face. The Devil could change his appearance. This man had a voice that could
melt her and so had the Devil. They were one and the same. “Are you the Devil?”
He laughed. “Hell, no. I’m not that evil.
Do I look like I go around getting manicures between torture sessions?” He
sighed and smiled at her. “I swear to you, Erin. I’m not here to hurt you...
and I will keep you safe. Trust me?”
“No, I don’t trust you. I don’t even know
you... you say you’re local but you don’t work for the bastard who held me
captive, and you expect me to believe that shit?” She edged further away from
him and he frowned, his eyes narrowing and expression switching to one of
irritation. Anger flared in his eyes.
He growled, low and vicious, and the flecks
of red in his eyes brightened. “I expect you to believe it because it’s the
truth. I hate the bastard who kidnapped you, and would like nothing more than a
chance at separating his head from his body. I’m risking my neck to save you
and you dare accuse me of being the one loathsome creature I despise above all
others?”
Erin backed off another step as he advanced
one, until the balls of her feet hit the slope. Her heart thumped out a hard
rhythm against her breastbone and blood rushed through her ears. His gaze
locked on hers, challenging her to accuse him again, to voice any belief she
still had that he was unworthy of her trust. She trembled and stared up into his
eyes, searching them for a sign that he was lying to her.
His anger seemed genuine, born of hatred
for a man that she too despised and disgust at being compared with him. He
couldn’t blame her for being cautious though, surely? After everything she had
been through, it was only natural for her to think everyone in this horrible
place was out to get her, and he had admitted that he was a local.
The man backed off at last, the anger in
his eyes melting away together with the red, leaving his irises dark. He
sighed, his shoulders heaving with it, grimaced and rubbed a hand over his
face.
“What am I supposed to say to make you
believe me?” he whispered and met her gaze again. “Tell me that, Erin. I’ve
trekked through Hell to find you, have fought and killed to reach you, have
carried you and tended to you. I’ve risked my life to save you. Doesn’t that
make me worthy of a little trust? You think I want to be here?”
No, she didn’t. He had mentioned more than
once that he was risking everything by being in Hell, by saving her, and she
felt terrible for doubting him.
He held his hand out to her again. “I swear
to you, Erin, that I mean you no harm and I am here purely to rescue you and
reunite you with your sister. Will you trust me to do that? Can you trust me?”
Erin’s better judgement said not to but she
slipped her trembling right hand into his and stepped away from the edge. She
looked up into his eyes. They glowed red around the edges again and in the
centre too, highlighting his wide pupils. His gaze locked with hers and rocked
her with a jolt that reached her soul.
“What’s your name?” she whispered,
captivated by his eyes and lost in them. They had more power over her than the
Devil’s had. She wanted to stare into their flaming depths for all eternity.
“Veiron,” he husked, his warm breath
caressing her face, and Erin’s senses came alive, lighting up like an
electrical storm. His masculine scent of dirt, aftershave and fresh sweat
filled her nostrils. The warmth of his hand clasping hers heated her right down
to her bones. The sound of his voice made her blood burn to hear him speak
again. Her gaze delighted in discovering every tiny fleck of fire in his dark
irises. The only sense left was one that cried out for a taste of him.
She might be losing her mind, but she knew
without a doubt that she wanted this man regardless of what he was.
He was the most dangerous man she had ever
met and he belonged to her sister, but there was something about him, something
sensual and powerful, deadly and alluring, that she couldn’t resist. He had the
smile of a demon, the body of a god, and the tenderness of an angel when he let
his guard down.
Her captivity had been a nightmare.
But travelling through Hell with this man
at her side was going to be a worse form of torture.
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Books in the Her Angel romance series:
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.
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An amazing story! Definitely a keeper.
A must read. A good page turner.
A enjoyable read. An average book.
A book that has flaws and is hard to finish.
Terrible and couldn't finish it.
