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.
Take a look at the post just below this one to read Ava's review of "Redemption."
Redemption
The Seven Signs, Book 2
The Seven Signs, Book 2
Erica Hayes
Genre: paranormal romance, urban fantasy romance
Publisher: Berkley Sensation
ISBN: 978-0425258385
Number of pages: 330
Word Count: 100K
Cover Artist: Kris Keller
Paperback: Amazon BN Book Depository
Ebook: Amazon BN iTunes
Book Description:
Japheth the Tainted is
on the hunt for a mysterious demon vampire. But meeting her face-to-face might
disarm his warrior spirit—and spark an unquenchable passion with apocalyptic
consequences.
As a fallen angel, Japheth is determined to make his way back to heaven by
staying pure and slaying hellspawn. With a new scourge of vampires unleashed by
a blood-drinking demon, the Prince of Thirst, there’s plenty to be done. But
Japheth is after one vampire in particular—the one they call the Angel Slayer.
Rose Harley never wanted to be a vampire, but the Prince of Thirst can turn even the kindest soul into a soldier of hell. Feeling abandoned by God, she stalks the West Village taking revenge on his angels—until she meets her match.
When Japheth and Rose encounter each other, the battle is fierce and charged with desire. But when they discover a common enemy—the Prince of Thirst himself—they form a dangerous alliance that could either cost them their eternal lives, or spark a love more powerful than heaven or hell.
Rose Harley never wanted to be a vampire, but the Prince of Thirst can turn even the kindest soul into a soldier of hell. Feeling abandoned by God, she stalks the West Village taking revenge on his angels—until she meets her match.
When Japheth and Rose encounter each other, the battle is fierce and charged with desire. But when they discover a common enemy—the Prince of Thirst himself—they form a dangerous alliance that could either cost them their eternal lives, or spark a love more powerful than heaven or hell.
“Looking for someone, angel?”
That honey-blood voice quivered Japheth’s feathers taut.
She grinned, mocking. Leaning against the redbrick wall
beneath a rusted fire escape, steeped in magical shadow and hot vampire stink.
He stared, dumb. Tall for a girl, only a head shorter than
he. Long legs, encased in blue jeans and black army boots. Her short black
t-shirt stretched over full breasts, flashing that tempting skin above a silver
belt buckle. Her bare arms shone, muscular but womanly. Sexy dimples in her cheeks,
perfectly shaped for cupping in his palms.
The bloody feathers of slain angels, gold and white and red,
stuck through the thick dark braid she tossed over her shoulder. A few wisps
escaped to play around her face in the summer-night breeze. He wanted to trace
their path with his fingertips, cheekbone to chin to cherry-ripe
lips . . .
“Matter of fact, I am,” he said tightly. “Your sniveling
master. Fluvium, is it? Prince of Thirst? Tell me where he is and I might kill
you quickly.”
She laughed, fangs glinting. Sharp, lethal like a tigress’s.
“You’ve come to kill Fluvium? Good luck with that.” She lolled on one foot,
eyeing him speculatively, sizing up her prey. “Japheth, right? Of the Tainted
Host? Cute name, for a hamster.”
Sweet lord, his name in her mouth
sounded . . . dirty. He swallowed, rough. “How’d you know that?”
“I know my enemy.” She licked ripe lips.
“Yeah?” he said coldly. “Well, I don’t want to know you,
whore. I don’t care what your name is—”
“Rose Harley,” she cut in swiftly, with a wicked grin.
“Whoops. Too late. Sorry about that. You like it anonymous, don’t you? So you
can pretend they’re not people when you damn them to eternal torment?”
His grip spasmed around his sword. Sweet heaven, he wanted
to stab her. Fill her with burning steel. Twist it, thrust it deeper, make her
moan . . . “You don’t need me to damn you. You made your choice.
Tell me where Fluvium’s hiding, and I’ll put you out of your misery.”
She laughed again, and strolled towards him, hands in
pockets. “You sure could learn a thing or two from demons about making deals.
Like, I dunno. Offering me something I actually want?”
Her knife still lay sheathed, in her thigh holster.
Unafraid, was she? Grudging admiration tingled under his skin, and he crackled
it off. Nothing admirable about a demon minion’s attitude. “So you do know
where he’s hiding, then.”
“And what if I do?” She draped her sultry gaze over his
silver-clad chest, his bare arms, his glowing blue sword . . .
Her scrutiny flushed treacherous heat right to the top of his head. He could
smell her, blood and corruption, yes, but underneath, the hot salty musk of
female flesh . . .
Surely, she was his nemesis. Sent to tempt him into falling.
Well, he wouldn’t give in. Not when he was so close to redemption.
Erica Hayes was a law
student, an air force officer, an editorial assistant and a musician, before
finally landing her dream job: fantasy and romance writer.
She writes dark paranormal and urban fantasy romance, and her books feature
tough, smart heroines and colourful heroes with dark secrets.
She hails from Australia, where she drifts from city to city, leaving a trail
of chaos behind her. Currently, she's terrorizing the wilds of Northumberland.
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