Sunday, September 30, 2012

Book Club: Week 4 Discussion Questions

Week 4 is over and it's time for our fourth book club discussion and I'm sure you all have a lot to say about this week's reading assignment. You are not required to answer all or any of the questions we provide we just want to hear your thoughts on what you read this week. If you were bad and read on past the assigned chapters please do not spoil the book for everyone else in your comments.

1. What do you think Vlad's true feelings and intentions towards Leila are?

2. How did you feel about the way the book ended? Were you happy with it?

3.What are your hopes for the next book in the series?

4. Now that we've finished the whole book is there anything you would change?

Don't forget to visit the book club page to get all the latest posts, updates and schedule information.

Don't forget that tomorrow we start reading the FUC Bundle by Eve Langlais. You have all week to finish "Bunny and the Bear" then we'll discuss it on Oct. 7th. 

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Read-a-Thon Challenge #8 Accomplishments

Challenge #8

This is a part of why we are all here to begin with and a major part of the Read-A-Thon. This challenge is called Read for 24. What you’re to do is read for a total of 24 hours (it does not have to be consecutive, we all need sleep). Just tell us in the comment box below how many hours you’ve read, on which days, what books you’ve finished (if any) and goals you’ve met during this reading adventure. Another easy peasy challenge!

The prize you are entering to win is:

Prize #16 Signed paperback of "Her Guardian Angel" by Felicity Heaton plus swag (INT)

 ~Good luck fellow Book Junkies!~

Read-a-Thon Challenge #7 Deserted Island

Challenge #7

Now to use your imagination for this challenge, which is known as the Deserted Island.

All we want you to do is think long and hard. Then tell us in the comment section below: If you got deserted on an island that already contained the natural resources of food and water, what would be the TOP 5 items you’d most like to have with you if you had the choice? I know one of mine would be a nice hunk of a man (he can do the hunting… And, stuff).

Answer that and you have your chance to win:

Prize #8 A Authors After Dark Swag Bag (US only)

Read-a-Thon Challenge #6 The Book Title Scramble

Challenge #6

Ok people! Now we’re having the most challenging challenge yet! We’ll call it The Book Title Scramble (waa hahaha).

Ready? All you need to do is unscramble the following book title


 and enter the correct answer in the comment section below to win the following AWESOME prize which is:

Prize #13 Rulers of Darkness Series by Amanda Greene

~Good luck!~

Friday, September 28, 2012

Read-a-Thon Challenge #5 Paranormal Stud

Challenge #5

Ready for the Paranormal Stud challenge?  (This should be a hoot!)

For this challenge all you need to do is first think of what you would name a hot paranormal stud if YOU were its creator? Then think of what type of paranormal your stud will be and what are its stud powers?

Enter your answers in the comment box below for your chance to win:

Prize #2 3 books "Shadowlove-Stalkers", "Shadowheart-Slayer" and "Shadowlife-Hybrid" by Claudy Conn (ebooks) (INT)

Have fun & good luck!

Read-a-Thon Challenge #4 Author Pen Name

Challenge #4

Now this here challenge AKA Author Pen Name is a simple challenge that a bit of searching the net can get you the answer in a jiffy. You’ll learn something new (if you did not know the answer already) and you get another chance to win a great prize. AWESOME!

Here we go…
What was the name J.R. Ward first used to write with? (*Alright, here’s a hint for you. Check J.R. Ward’s Amazon page).

Got the answer already? Well just post it in the comments section below for you chance to win:

Prize #11 which you get to choose 2 books off of the list below (US only)

1. Poor Little Bitch Girl by Jackie Collins (Hardback)
2. Under Your Spell by Lois Greiman
3. Bride of the Wolf by Jennifer St. Giles
4. The Better Part of Darkness by Kelly Gay
5. The McGregors Daniel Ian by Nora Roberts
6. Sin Undone by Larissa Ione
7. Possess Me by R.G. Alexander
8. A Little Harmless Submission by Melissa Schroeder
9. Full Blooded by Amanda Carlson 

Just enter your answer and your choice of prizes (2 books only) in the comments box below.

Good luck!

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Read-a-Thon Challenge #3 Eve Langlais Scavenger Hunt

Challenge #3

This challenge has been dubbed Eve Langlais Scavenger Hunt. 

All that’s required of you to do is visit Eve’s site here:

Look all around the site there are lots of goodies there. But make sure to specifically look for the excerpt of Eve’s book Delicate Freak’n Flower and answer the following question in the comments section below:

What does Loup Garou’s translate to?

Easy peazy. Oh and Best part is! The winner of this challenge will receive the following prize:

Prize #12 Your choice between Eve Langlais' trilogies Alien Abduction or the FUC Bundle (ebooks) (INT)

Awesome prizes if you ask us and if the winner chooses the FUC Bundle they can join us, for some fun, for October’s book club (without having to worry about purchasing it themselves). Sweet!

Read-a-Thon Challenge #2 Make a sentence using three titles.

Challenge #2

Here we go. This one is not as easy as it sounds, but we’re positive you’ll have fun with it!

Look at the 7 book titles that are listed below and use (no less than) 3 titles to create a complete sentence. You are allowed to add other words to make it work and can use all 7 titles if you’re that good ;)

These are the book titles you are to use for your sentence:

*Howl by Cynthia Rayne

*Falling Stars by Sadie Grubor 

*Crash Landing by Jessica E. Subject

*Ruined by Kinley Baker

*Dust by Devon Ashley

*Just Gotta Say by Laura Kaye

*Embracing the Wolf by Felicity E. Heaton

Here’s an example of what we’re looking for:

I just gotta say the dust that’s settling from the falling stars almost ruined my ability to howl this full moon.

Make sure to enter your creation in the comment box below to be entered to win yet another great prize! The prize for this challenge is:

Prize #4 "Howl" by Cynthia Rayne (ebook) (INT)
To escape madness, Scarlet Rhodes made a magical pact to serve as a blood slave and sexual plaything to Hayden, a powerful vampire. But while Scarlet is a treasured pet, she has never captured his heart. When Hayden bids her to sexually service a handsome werewolf named Rand Stamper, she finds herself falling for him. In and out of bed.

Rand has come to Fairfax Manor to secure the southern hunting grounds for his pack, but finds himself distracted by the vampire’s blood slave. Their passion is undeniable, and he has the urge to take her with him and make Scarlet his own.

Seeing his sexy human slave with the swaggering wolf awakens feelings for Scarlet Hayden wasn’t even certain he was capable of anymore. But he can’t blame his pet. Despite the unfamiliar feelings of jealousy, he finds himself drawn to the sexy wolf also. If he plays his hand right, in the end he might be able to keep Scarlet and the werewolf for himself.

 ~Good luck~

Read-a-Thon Challenge #1 Guess what's in the photo.

Challenge #1

Can you tell us what this mysterious picture is (ewe)?

Now take a good, very close and keen eyed look at the photo below and tell us what it is. We are not going to let you know if you’re correct or not right now (we don’t want to ruin it for others), but take a guess and post it in the comment box below. You have nothing to lose and a great prize to gain ;)

If you get it right. You get a chance to win the following prize! All correct answers will be put into a drawing to see who wins. If it ends up that there are no correct guesses. We’ll just put everyone’s name in the drawing so it’s fair for all.

Prize #14 Any book from the Scanguard series by Tina Folsom (paperback) (INT) You can go here to check out all of Tina's books to choose from:

No worries. We’ll let everyone know exactly what it is once the event is over (for those curious minds out there). LOL

It's Time! Romance Junkies Read-a-Thon has begun!

Hello Everyone! It's time to start the Romance Junkies Read-a-Thon. First thing you want to do is one of the following:

*For bloggers - create a post about the read-a-thon with your goals, tentative reading schedule and anything else you would like to include such as a list of books you want to read. Then head over to twitter and tweet the link to hashtag #RJreadathon. If you don't have a twitter account you can leave the link in the comments here. 

*For readers with no blog - Go to twitter and tweet about your goals and/or tentative reading schedule. Don't forget to include the hashtag #RJreadathon in your tweet. 

*For readers with no blog or twitter account - Leave a comment here with your goals, tentative reading schedule and possibly a list of books you plan to read. 

Now that you've checked in so I know who's participating we can get to the read-a-thon schedule. If you do not do the first step above none of your entries into the challenges will count so that I know that the winners of the challengers are actual participants in the read-a-thon.

Day #1
4:00pm Challenge #1 Guess what's in the photo. 
6:00pm Challenge #2 Make a sentence using 3 book titles.
8:00pm Challenge #3 Eve Langlais Scavenger Hunt

Day #2
1:00pm Challenge #4 Author Pen Name
4:00pm Challenge #5 Paranormal Stud
8:00pm to 9:30pm Twitter Party

Day #3
1:00pm Challenge #6 Book Title Scramble
4:00pm Challenge #7 Deserted Island
6:00pm Challenge #8 Accomplishments

All challenges will stay open until midnight on the 29th. I will be announcing all the winners from the challenges on the 30th. Make sure you include your email address in all your challenge answers so that I can contact you if you win. 

Twitter Party:
To participate in the twitter party go to your twitter account and click on # Discover at the very top of your twitter home page. Then type #RJreadathon in the search box in the top right hand corner. You will see all the tweets for the whole read-a-thon. You will also want to open another page with my blog on it because the twitter prizes will be given out as follows. It will be a scavenger hunt on my blog. I will ask a question were you can find the answer on my blog somewhere and you will have 10 minutes to post the answer on twitter. Don't forget to include #RJreadathon in your tweet with the answer. I will then take all the tweets with the correct answer and put them in a drawing for the winner. The winner will be announced on twitter right after I pick one. There will be 9 questions and prizes. I hope to see you there! It's going to be a lot of fun.

Remember the #RJreadathon page on twitter is not only for the twitter party its a place were you can connect with other participants throughout the read-a-thon and get updates from Ava and me.

I know I have a lot planned but hopefully these challenges and the twitter party will give you that much needed break from reading over the 3 days. Let's remember our main goal is to read read read. Let's work on our TBR piles and have a little fun while we're at it. 

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Book Spotlight & Excerpt: "For the Love of a God" by Rosanna Leo

Conservator Maia Douglas is an expert on ancient Greece and its mythology. She would never tell anyone at the museum where she works, but she's always had a secret crush on the mythical Eryx, Greek god of love. There is nothing she loves more than to tend to her favorite statue of him, and her nighttime dreams are filled with luscious images of Eryx making love to her.

One day, the peace at Maia's beloved museum is shattered when a new director arrives. A man who looks exactly like her image of Eryx. As Maia watches, he manages to upset her ordered museum world, at the same time he inflames her with unwanted desire.

Maia does not know that her new boss is actually the god Eryx, disguised as a mortal so he may work in antiquities. Although he is the god of love, he has forsaken his sexual nature because of a curse that has killed any woman he's dared to love. Though he fights it, Eryx is drawn to Maia with a force he's never experienced in a thousand years. But can he convince her of his true identity? And can he protect her from a vengeful goddess who seeks her destruction?

And without knowing quite how it happened, she found herself being led across Yonge Street to the Mad Irishman Pub. As they crossed the busy road, Eric put his hand on the small of her back. For some reason, she felt safe with his hand there. Warm and safe.
Maybe it was because the cars were just peeling away from them. Even though they were jaywalking, all the cars came to a halt before Eric. It was like Moses crossing the Red Sea. Maia couldn’t count how many times she’d almost been hit in the past by unfeeling downtown Toronto drivers. Yet those same drivers couldn’t make enough space for Eric Lord.
It must be his shiny blond hair. His golden highlights were a blinding beacon.
Dye job, she decided.
They got to the pub, and he led her to a plush half-circular booth tucked in the back. As he let her pass him to get into the booth, he placed his hand on her back again. Once again, a blazing heat trailed from his fingers through her clothes and right into her pores.
What was it with this man? She’d known menopausal women who didn’t feel so hot to the touch all the time.
She sat down and blew up her messy bangs with a breath, feeling hot herself. She then watched the waitress drool all over Eric as she handed them menus. Maia made a face, but plastered on a happy grin when she saw him looking at her. They ordered. A Guinness for her and a cranberry juice for him.
“Aren’t you going to have a real drink?” she asked.
“I’m good,” he chuckled quietly. “I don’t drink alcohol.”
Oh God, she thought. Was he an alcoholic? Or a health nut? She wasn’t sure which scenario alarmed her more.
“So,” he continued. “Do you mind if I call you by your first name?”
“Don’t like being so formal with your peons?”
He stared back at her, obviously holding back a retort. His eyes flashed as if lit from behind. For the first time, she noticed all the golden specks surrounding his dark pupils. They made his eyes seem an even deeper green, like the forest after a storm. It was such an arresting effect. She had to look away for a moment.
“I hope, going forward, you’ll call me Eric,” he said in his deep voice. “Not asshole or moron.”
It was her turn to laugh. “Fine. Then you can call me Maia.”
“Thank you, Maia,” he replied, almost in a whisper.
Her vagina clenched. It actually seized. Feeling tremendous unease, Maia looked away again. He hadn’t said anything sexual or vulgar. He’d only said her name. Yet, for some reason, the way Eric Lord said it made her feel as if he was touching her, caressing her most intimate places. She adjusted the way she was sitting, and angled away from him a little.
God help her, her panties were wet.

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Review: "For the Love of a God" by Rosanna Leo

"For the Love of a God"
Author: Rosanna Leo
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 161
ISBN: 9781595789303
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: April 23, 2012 by Liquid Silver Books
Author's Website:

Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb:
Conservator Maia Douglas is an expert on ancient Greece and its mythology. She would never tell anyone at the museum where she works, but she's always had a secret crush on the mythical Eryx, Greek god of love. There is nothing she loves more than to tend to her favorite statue of him, and her nighttime dreams are filled with luscious images of Eryx making love to her.

One day, the peace at Maia's beloved museum is shattered when a new director arrives. A man who looks exactly like her image of Eryx. As Maia watches, he manages to upset her ordered museum world, at the same time he inflames her with unwanted desire.

Maia does not know that her new boss is actually the god Eryx, disguised as a mortal so he may work in antiquities. Although he is the god of love, he has forsaken his sexual nature because of a curse that has killed any woman he's dared to love. Though he fights it, Eryx is drawn to Maia with a force he's never experienced in a thousand years. But can he convince her of his true identity? And can he protect her from a vengeful goddess who seeks her destruction?
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Another great read by Rosanna Leo! You can expect great humor, some tears of sadness, thrills of excitement and a perfect sensual touch as you explore the pages of this delightful book. Anyone that enjoys paranormal, romance (the combination of paranormal romance), or is just looking for an all around great read will fully enjoy For the Love of a God.
Maia is a restorer at a museum that she has known and visited for most of her life. Her father once worked there and now she does the restoration of many Greek statues and other items in need of repair. She loves her job! One day the new director strolls in and is making changes to staff as well as items on display. Maia is nervous that she’s on his list of ‘to be fired’ and is a wreck when he approaches her. He then removes her favorite statue from display which is pure torture for her. She’s loved that particular god/statue since she was a young girl. The new director is one drop dead gorgeous specimen of a man and there’s a chemistry that burns between the two of them. But there’s something about him that bothers her. It does not help that he looks like one of her all time favorite gods!
Eryx is one God all of us woman would not mind having as our arm candy, in our beds and to live out our lives with. I mean the God of love?!? Who wouldn’t? Eryx has a past and a history. One major part of his past and a loss he still grieves prevents him from continuing in the major role his God name depicts. He’s not had a woman in his arms or a drink in his hands for too long. But when he meets this delightfully messy dressed yet gorgeous mortal, she does things to him that is unwelcome, yet desired.
I loved watching a relationship grow and prosper with these two. They both have gone through so much in their lives and remain strong. But around one another they brings even more and it becomes such an unbreakable bond that constricts the heart of the readers in a very pleasant way. Rosanna, you have a new fan. I cannot wait to read more of your yummy Greek God creations ;)

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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Excerpt & Giveaway: "Her Demonic Angel" by Felicity Heaton

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:

You can also download a fantastic 8 chapter sample of Her Demonic Angel for your e-reader at the website:

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?

Her Demonic Angel is available from:

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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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.

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