Her Avenging
Angel, the seventh book in New York Times
best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Her Angel, is now
available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a
FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website.
Find out how to enter the Her Avenging Angel international
giveaway (ends October 26th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25
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of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/her-avenging-angel-romance-book.php
Here’s more
about Her Avenging Angel, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance
novel.
Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel Romance
Series Book 7)
Felicity Heaton
Felicity Heaton
Once a proud angel of Heaven, Nevar is now a servant of Hell, bound to a new master—the King of Demons. Consumed by darkness and driven to seek revenge, he set in motion a series of events that awakened the Great Destroyer, a force that will bring about the apocalypse. Now, he is the creature’s master and the fate of our world rests in the hands of an angel with only darkness in his heart.
Lost in the mortal realm without any recollection of how she came to be there, Lysia is only aware that she has survived a great battle. When she stumbles into a demon bar, she finds more than a chance to discover what happened to her—she finds a dark and deadly angel warrior who stirs fire in her veins and awakens soul-searing passion she cannot deny.With the mounting threat of the Great Destroyer, the forces of Heaven and Hell against him, and a band of dangerous angels intent on capturing Lysia on his heels, can Nevar protect the beautiful woman who is light to his darkness and find the strength to save the world?
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Angel is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple
iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links
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Her Avenging Angel – Excerpt
Nevar silently cursed the black-haired
beauty for the millionth time and followed it up with a prayer for control and
patience. He downed his drink, keeping him one step away from sober for the
next minute at least. It constantly chased on the heels of each drink, his
angelic constitution making it difficult for him to get tipsy, let alone drunk.
The boss of Cloud Nine had made it the law that the bartenders were to cut him
off if he made it past tipsy. She hadn’t appreciated him setting up home in her
club and drinking her dry in order to remain drunk, chasing her patrons away.
He needed another drink, if only to cope
with the head fuck that was the woman beside him.
He had intended to leave the packed noisy
club after his previous drink, having already downed twenty glasses rather than
the one he had sworn he would have.
She had chosen that moment to walk into his
life, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room, including his.
He could lie and say that the first thing
he had noticed as the crowd had parted to reveal her was that she wasn’t a
mortal, but he was still feeling honest with himself, despite his best attempts
to kill that part of his brain with alcohol.
The first thing he had noticed? That was
how beautiful she was, with rich hazel eyes and sleek black hair. The second
thing he had noticed was how that black hair reached down to her navel, two
thick streams of it covering her breasts, but not concealing their dusky peaks.
The third thing had been that she had
curves in all the best places, and that he had gone too long without a woman,
because just the sight of her had had him steel-hard beneath his loincloth and
armour.
That she wasn’t a mortal had been the fifth
thing he had noticed about her.
The fourth?
It had been the purity that shone from her,
a touch of innocence that showed in how she reacted at times to the men around
her and to him. Whether it was a stolen glance or a blush from her, it had him
enthralled. Completely enchanted.
Utterly bewitched.
He had noticed many things since then, including
that appearances were deceiving and she was powerful beneath that slender
feminine exterior. The latest thing he had noticed was that she brought out a
dangerous side of himself, one he had never realised the depth and strength of
before tonight.
Since her confession that she felt the men
here wanted to hurt her, he had found himself wanting to kill any male who so
much as looked at her. He couldn’t stop himself from contemplating tearing
their heads off or gouging their eyes out with his thumbs. He wanted them all
away from her, wanted to take them all down, all to ensure one thing.
That she would feel safe.
Somewhere in the middle of the
rollercoaster ride of feelings that had started the second he had set eyes on
her and had been sending him hurtling up and down and throwing him for a loop
ever since, he had realised something.
He could understand her and no one else in
the bar could.
That disturbed him.
It unsettled him almost as much as the feel
of her gaze boring into his throat and the need it stirred, a deep consuming
desire to feel her teeth pressing into his flesh.
Blood.
He was hungry and that was the only reason
he was fantasising about letting the female take a bite out of him. He wanted
to do the same thing to her. He wanted to devour her.
He pushed that wicked tempting thought out
of his head, replacing it with ones about her language. He was one hundred
percent certain that he didn’t have a clue what she was saying and didn’t know
her language, but it seemed to filter into English in his head. It wasn’t a
power she held, because no one else could understand her.
Was it a power he held?
He was still discovering ones that Asmodeus
had passed to him when they had formed a master-servant bond.
Maybe he would ask the bastard about it
later, when he returned.
Whenever that would be.
He wasn’t in a hurry. He didn’t give a
flying fuck about his duty right now, when in the presence of the immortal
beauty beside him. Hell seemed like a million miles away, nothing more than a
distant memory, and he liked it that way. For the first time in what felt like
forever, the weight of the world and his sins wasn’t resting heavily on his
shoulders. What was it about her that chased all his cares away?
Was it just because he was so absorbed in studying
her, had all of his focus pinned on her and turned away from himself, or was it
something else at work?
The female was taking her time with her
glass of blood. Savouring it. Fuck, how he would do the same. He would treat it
like ambrosia, manna, a gift from the highest power. He would taste every drop,
savour every molecule, and relish every trickle of heat that would flow through
his veins as his body absorbed it.
Nevar growled and closed his eyes, fighting
the urge to swipe the glass away from her and down its contents.
He wouldn’t touch the blood. He was
stronger than the curse the sorceress had placed on him. He would overcome it.
The little beauty next to him shifted on
her seat, stealing his focus away from himself again and back to her. He opened
his eyes and slid them towards her, studying her as she leaned on the bar and
sipped her drink, her eyes pinned on the dark surface now.
Her black hair had fallen forwards with
her, revealing a dark streak on her skin that cut down under the collar of the
robe.
He reached out with his right hand and
brushed the black material aside, revealing her creamy shoulder. He traced his
fingertips lightly over the deep healing wound on her left shoulder.
A dark rosy hue climbed her cheeks and she
shied away from his touch, bringing her right hand up to catch her robe.
Enthralling.
She had walked in here naked as the day she
had been born, brazen and bold, yet him seeing her bare shoulder had turned her
shy.
She had tossed Villandry across the room
when he had attempted to touch her, yet him laying his fingers on her caused
her to blush.
“Who did this to you?” Whoever it had been,
he wanted to kill them and avenge her. That dark urge swirled in his chest,
malevolent and powerful, a force that felt as if it was strong enough to seize
control of him by spreading through his limbs, twining tendrils around each
bone, and hijacking command of his body.
Although, this time he would willingly hand
control over to his darkness, embracing it in order to strike down whoever had
harmed her.
He studied the healing mark that looked as
if it had been done with a blade, his mood darkening as he recalled that it
wasn’t the only one her body bore. Someone had hurt her, lacerating her pale
smooth skin, and they would pay for it.
A brief shadow of panic crossed her hazel
eyes and she looked away. “I cannot remember. I woke not far from here.”
“Naked?” he offered.
She nodded, but didn’t seem concerned by
it. It concerned him.
He looked her over and the darkness stirred
within him, roused by the insidious words whispering through his mind.
“You were not touched there?” His anger
spiked at the thought that such a pure female might have been sullied in such a
fashion.
That her fear of the males in the bar might
stem from such a horrific act of abuse.
His claws elongated as the black writhed up
his arms, gaining ground, his darker self pushing for freedom. His fangs
punched long from his gums and he had to fight hard to tamp down the urge to
call one of his black blades to him.
She didn’t seem to understand.
He looked down at her hips.
Her blush deepened. “No. It was a battle.”
That drew a frown from him. “You were naked
though.”
She nodded.
His frown hardened. “How did you come to be
naked?”
She looked into his eyes, hers as flat and
emotionless as her face, and said, “I never had robes on.”
She touched the one she wore, glancing down
at it and then back at him.
A smile curved her rosy lips. “It’s
beautiful.”
It wasn’t. It was plain and black, but she
treated it as if it was precious, stroking her fingers over the material, a
smile on her face and a sparkle in her hazel eyes.
It made him wish he had manifested her
something worthy of being called beautiful just so he could see how she would
react to it.
So she was wearing something worthy of her.
She raised her eyes back to his and he knew
he was about to sound like an idiot, but he needed to be sure he understood
her.
“You fight naked?” He waited for a reaction
to that, sure she would laugh at him.
She nodded. He looked her over again,
recalling her curves and how they had inflamed him. Still inflamed him.
Fighting naked would certainly give her an
advantage over a male opponent, but it provided no protection for her too.
“I can highly recommend armour.” He regretted
it the moment it left his lips and she looked down at his, making it clear that
she could see straight through his glamour to his real appearance. Her eyes
danced over every piece of it, studying it so closely that he squirmed under
the scrutiny.
He had loved his armour once, when it had
been blue edged with silver, the colours of a guardian angel, and his wings had
been stunning silvery-blue.
His contract with Asmodeus had turned it
obsidian edged with violet and had corrupted his wings, turning them as black
as Hell.
He could do nothing about either of them,
no matter how deeply he wished he could.
So he kept his wings hidden so he didn’t
have to see them and did his best not to look at his armour. He had once
considered giving it up and disposing of it somehow, but it provided
protection, and he didn’t think he could fight like the delicate-looking female
currently staring in absorbed fascination at him.
Naked.
Maybe he could fight naked with her.
Her Avenging
Angel is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple
iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.
Find all the
links, a fantastic 6 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to
enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift
certificate at her website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/her-avenging-angel-romance-book.php
Books
in the Her Angel paranormal romance series:
Book 1:
Her Dark Angel – FREE in ebook at selected retailers
About Felicity
Heaton:
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today
international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books.
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, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong,
powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her
stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that
are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic
Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded
alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and
angels, then take a look at the new Her Angel series.
If you want to know more about Felicity,
or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:
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