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
gift certificate at her website, where you can also download a 6 chapter sample
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.
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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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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.
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“Pull it up over your chest.” Nevar averted
his gaze and rose to his feet.
She wriggled in the corner of his vision
and then grumbled something as her arms moved. She waved the two lengths of
fabric that were designed to hold the top up.
“What do these do?”
Nevar took them and placed them around her
neck, and slowed as her silken hair brushed his skin and the heat of her washed
over him, becoming painfully aware of how close she was to him, the bar at her
back stopping her from being able to move away.
He breathed in her sweet dewy fragrance and
savoured the soft warmth of her skin as his thumbs brushed her neck. He drank
in her beauty as she tilted her head back, bringing her eyes up to his, and
listened to her breathing as it hitched with each sweep of his skin across
hers. She filled all of his senses, stealing his awareness of the world from
him and narrowing it down to only her. He stared down into her eyes, mesmerised
by the way they widened and overflowed with dark allure, and how her lips
parted, tempting him to taste her and making him hunger for her.
He swallowed hard, forgetting what he was
meant to be doing, transfixed by her and lost in the moment.
“I told you not to linger.” Asmodeus’s deep
voice rumbled through the silent room and shattered the spell she had cast on
Nevar. “I should have known you would.”
Nevar drew back and looked over his right
shoulder, towards his dark master.
Asmodeus’s golden eyes fell on the female
and widened. “What is she?”
Nevar kept asking himself the same thing.
She shrank back as Asmodeus advanced, casting her gaze downwards and shifting
behind Nevar.
“I do not know what she is.” He moved in
front of her, blocking Asmodeus’s path and earning a glare for his chivalry.
“But I have to get her out of this place before the boss loses her temper.”
He quickly snagged her wrist and pulled her
with him, making a break for it. A hot jolt ran up his arm at the feel of her
soft flesh giving beneath his bruising grip and she gasped, as if she had felt
it too. He tugged her towards the door.
Asmodeus stepped into his path. “Is she
demonic?”
Nevar growled. “I do not know.”
“I have never seen a demon like her.” The
dark angel pressed his palm to Nevar’s breastplate, holding him in place, and
peered around him. “She is powerful.”
He nodded. He could feel just how powerful
she was now that he had his hand on her and it was far beyond the level that he
had previously thought.
It sent him back to his initial thoughts
about her.
“I do not think she is a demon.”
Asmodeus drew back and studied him. “If not
a demon, then what is she?”
“I do not know.” Nevar rubbed his thumb
across the inside of her wrist as she emerged from behind him, her free hand
clutching the two pieces of silver material to hold her top up and her leathery
wings curled around her shoulders in a protective way. He looked down at her.
“What are you?”
“Born of Hell.” She looked certain about
that, but he still wasn’t sure she was a demon.
There were other beings born of Hell that
weren’t demon. Asmodeus was one of them. He was all that was evil in his
angelic twin, Apollyon. The Devil had tortured Apollyon until he had lost all
good and had then used his blood to create Asmodeus, his own powerful angel of
destruction.
Nevar took the two lengths of material from
her and tied them behind her neck, afraid he would lose his temper if the top
fell down and exposed her to Asmodeus’s golden eyes. He wasn’t strong enough to
fight his master right now, but he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
“Interesting, but we are leaving. Did you
eat?” Asmodeus said and he shook his head.
“I was rather preoccupied. The boss of this
place told me to make her leave.”
Asmodeus’s black eyebrows met in a hard
frown and his gaze drilled into him. “Why you?”
Nevar shrugged but could see his master
wouldn’t take it as an answer. He scrubbed his hand over the jagged back of his
white hair and flicked a glance at the female. Her hazel eyes flitted between
him and Asmodeus, the glimmer of curiosity back in them.
“Apparently, only I can understand the
language she is speaking, although I do not know how.”
“I can understand her.” Those words leaving
Asmodeus’s lips gave him pause. The angel had understood her when she had
informed them she was born of Hell.
He looked back at Asmodeus. “How?”
Asmodeus lifted his huge black wings in a
shrug. “I did not question it. I understand many languages. Hers is as old as
the Earth.”
“It is still spoken?” Nevar said and the
dark-haired male shook his head.
“I have not heard it in millennia.”
Nevar’s gaze drifted back down to her and
she smiled, a beautiful one that struck him hard in his chest and knocked the
wind from him. “How old are you?”
She looked little more than thirty to his
eyes, but then he was beyond two thousand years old and didn’t appear much
older than she did.
Her black eyebrows pinched together and she
mimicked his master, lifting her slender pale shoulders and shifting the clawed
tips of her wings. “I do not know. Ancient. I recall the birth of the King of
Demons.”
Asmodeus choked. “Excuse me?”
She beamed at him. “I remember your
creation, although I did not witness it.”
Nevar stared at her. “Just how old are you
and how can you recall the birth of Asmodeus but not the battle you survived?”
Her hazel eyes turned troubled and she lowered
her head, her smile falling away. “I do not know. It hurts when I try to
remember it.”
Asmodeus moved closer, studying her in a
manner Nevar didn’t like. He wanted the male’s eyes off her.
“Erin told me that when Heaven tampered
with Veiron, he experienced great pain when attempting to recall events from
his true past,” Asmodeus said and Nevar growled at the casual mention of his
ward. His master knew that when he was weak and tired, just the sound of her
name was enough to cause him pain, stirring all the terrible things he had
done.
Things he hoped she never found out about.
Things he regretted with every drop of his
blood.
Asmodeus slid him a warning look and then
turned back to the female. “Perhaps Veiron can assist you in regaining your
memories, and he may know of your species.”
“No,” Nevar barked, a knee-jerk reaction to
the idea of heading to the island where Erin lived. “You said yourself that we
have a mission that needs our focus. We shall escort the female away from this
place and then continue that mission.”
“You are leaving me?” she snapped and shot
between him and Asmodeus. Her power rose so swiftly that Nevar’s knees almost
buckled under the sudden pressure of it on his body. Her eyes darkened, blazing
violet and her pupils stretched thin in the centres of her irises. “I will not
let you leave me again.”
She snarled and claws curled from her
fingertips, as black as night, and the tips of her sleek dark hair fluttered as
if a breeze played with them.
Asmodeus’s left eyebrow shot up and then he
grinned at Nevar, flashing his short fangs. “It would appear you have an
admirer.”
His smile dropped from his face when she
turned on him.
“What are you?” he said and Nevar knew he
had seen her eyes too.
He had never seen eyes like them.
They matched the colour of his, and
Asmodeus’s, when he lost his temper, but her pupils were elliptical.
“It is time we found out.” Because Nevar
had the dreadful feeling that her origins were more than merely born of Hell.
“But we will not ask Veiron. We shall seek the advice of another.”
Their presence wouldn’t go down well, but
it was the only choice he had and his only shot at discovering what the female
was without taking her to Veiron.
And Erin.
But not because he feared seeing his ward
and seeing the pity in her eyes.
The female’s power began to lower, the
weight of it lifting from his shoulders. She was dangerous and he wouldn’t take
her to Veiron for that reason. He wouldn’t place Erin in danger, or her infant
son. He would protect her. Them.
Asmodeus looked over the female’s head to
him. “Where are we taking her?”
Nevar stared straight back at him.
“To the half-demon. Taylor.”
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
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Books
in the Her Angel paranormal romance series:
Book 1:
Her Dark Angel – FREE in ebook at selected retailers
That was a funny bit In the book, Lysia putting on clothes, and Nevar turning his back even though he's already seen her Naked!. Great excerpt and Fantastic book.
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