Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel
Romance Series Book 7)
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.
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?
Read on for a sneak preview of Her
Avenging Angel!
Her Avenging Angel is due for
release in ebook and paperback on October 11th 2014 and will be
available from all major online book retailers. Pre-order links
available soon at:
http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/her-avenging-angel-romance-book.php
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EXCERPT
Lysia hovered by the entrance of the
inn, unsure whether to enter or leave. Her stomach gurgled again,
making her decision for her. She had to stay. There were colourful
glass bottles lining the wall to her right and demons there were
serving drinks to people who lined a long black bar. If they had mead
and other liquids then perhaps they had food for her.
She moved deeper into the room and
everyone turned to stare at her, their eyes wide. She frowned at them
all. Why did they stare? She thought them all strange but she wasn’t
being rude by staring at them. If she hadn’t been so hungry, she
would have asked them, or forced them to tell her the reason.
She pushed through a group of male
demons, all of which were wearing their human forms, and they turned
on her. Their growls died as their eyes fell on her and they parted,
staring as she passed.
Lysia leaned against the tacky black
bar top.
A man walked over to her, tossed a rag
over his shoulder, and smiled.
“What’ll it be?”
“I require sustenance.”
He frowned, a puzzled edge to his dark
eyes, and shook his head.
Lysia tried again. “I must eat.”
He waved his right hand and another man
joined him, a blond with pale eyes.
“Problem?” the blond said.
“Not getting this one,” the brunet
responded.
The blond raked his eyes over her, his
right brow quirking. “Taking things a bit far, aren’t we? You
want something?”
She nodded. “I need sustenance.”
He looked at his friend and shrugged.
“I don’t understand her.”
What was there to understand? She only
wanted food.
Blood.
The two men walked away, serving others
who seemed to have no problem ordering what they desired and
receiving it. She cursed them and everyone who communicated with them
with ease. While she could understand many languages, she could write
and speak only one. Without being able to speak to the serving staff,
she had no chance of getting blood.
A woman beside her cast a glance her
way, looked down at herself, and slipped off her seat and walked
away, disappearing into the heavy crowd.
Lysia sighed, perched herself on the
seat, and leaned on the bar with her forehead resting on her arms.
She was warmer inside this noisy inn but still hungry, and still
tired. She needed to feed. How?
A male stopped to her left.
She turned her head towards him and ran
her eyes up from the waist of his impeccable crisp black suit to his
shoulders and then his face. Vampire. She knew his kind and could see
through his façade to the wretched monster beneath. He smiled, his
fangs on show to her and his pale blue eyes swirling with ill
intentions.
“Having trouble?” The dark-haired
vampire leaned his left elbow on the bar beside her and she sat up.
She nodded. “I need to order blood.”
He frowned at her and her heart sank.
He didn’t understand her either.
“What language is that? I’m afraid
I’m not familiar with it. Can you mime what you want?” He shifted
closer and she focused hard on every word he said, listening closely
so she could grasp the words he used and use them too.
He smiled a little wider, and shifted a
little closer. His gaze drifted down to her chest and back up again.
“Mime?” He made a show of using his
hands to make shapes.
She was about to do as he asked when he
danced his fingers over her left shoulder.
A cold shiver ran over her flesh and
skated down her spine.
Lysia flicked her right wrist and
hurled him across the room, scattering the crowd and ripping a few
shocked gasps from them.
A male further along the bar looked her
way.
She froze as her eyes met his, heat
pulsing through her, a visceral throb that reached right down to her
bones.
The male was handsome, but darkness
clung to him, danger that called to her and lured her to him. There
was evil in him.
He would know her tongue.
He raised a glass filled with green
liquid and tipped his head, causing threads of his silver-white hair
to fall and brush his brow. He swept them back and she caught a brief
glimpse of tiny horns above his ears. Her belly flipped and heated.
“Kudos for giving Villandry hell,”
he said above the thumping music, his deep rumbling voice doing funny
things to her insides and turning her knees to rubber.
She presumed Villandry was the name of
the vampire now picking himself up off the floor across the busy
room. She wasn’t sure what kudos meant though.
Lysia swallowed her trembling heart,
slipped off her seat and approached the pale-haired male with all the
confidence she could muster when he was staring at her, his jade eyes
burning into her body and setting her aflame.
Rousing strange feelings within her.
She halted beside him.
He swivelled to face her, set his drink
down on the bar but kept his left hand on the stem of the elegant
glass, and raised an eyebrow.
“Why are you naked?”
He held his right hand out and black
material appeared in it. He offered it to her.
Lysia took it and stared at it, unsure
what to do with it.
The male huffed, released his drink and
stood, managing to tower over her despite the fact she was taller
than the other females present. He moved closer to her and took the
material back, but she didn’t notice it leaving her hands. The heat
radiating from his big body washed over her, cocooning her in warmth
and strengthening the feelings stirring in the pit of her belly.
She stared down at the strip of cut,
hard muscles visible between the armoured plates around his hips and
his breastplate. A warrior. Her heart accelerated. Her breathing
quickened. She dragged her eyes back up to his face and found he
wasn’t looking at her. He busied himself with slipping her arms
into the garment he had made for her and she busied herself with
memorising every sculpted plane of his face, from his straight nose
and strong jaw, to his firm lips as they compressed into a mulish
line.
She inched her gaze up higher, to the
stunning jade eyes that were focused on their work with an intensity
that made her ache inside with a desire to have them locked on hers
with the same ferocity.
They shifted to meet hers and then
dropped, a fascinating glimmer of shyness in them that lasted only a
heartbeat before coldness swept in to wash it away.
He tugged the material closed over her
front and tied a belt around her waist, fastening the garment in
place.
“There,” he murmured, “now people
will stop looking at you funnily, and you can stop looking at me
funnily.”
He stepped back, a scowl darkening his
striking eyes. She hadn’t been looking at him strangely. She was
merely fascinated by him. Now that she was close to him, she could
sense the depth of the darkness within him but something else
countered it, something she could only describe as good. There was
more to the male before her than she had anticipated, and it made the
pull she felt towards him grow stronger.
She looked herself over. The sleeves
were too long, concealing her hands, and the material reached her
ankles. The garment covered all of her, leaving nothing on show. Had
that been his intention?
“What do you want?” he said,
bringing her focus back to him.
She lifted her eyes to meet his.
“Blood.”
He back peddled, almost falling over
his seat, a flicker of something dark crossing his handsome face. His
eyes shone pure violet.
He had eyes like hers.
And he understood her.
“Leave me alone,” he barked and
snatched up his drink with a shaky hand. He downed it, slammed the
glass back onto the bar top, and shoved it forwards, away from him.
“I’m not interested.”
Lysia frowned and shrank back. Why was
he rejecting her company? He had given her something to wear, had
seemed concerned about her, and now he was pushing her away. She
clutched the robe over her chest in both hands and risked a step
closer to him instead.
“I only desire blood… but I cannot
order it.”
His violet gaze darted to her and away
again. A shadow settled on his troubled features, turning them grim.
He looked down into her eyes for long seconds, stealing all of her
attention, sucking it away from the room and her surroundings.
He raised his hand and she flinched
away, anticipating the strike.
It didn’t happen.
She squinted, remaining held away from
him, and looked up into his eyes.
He cocked a single pale eyebrow and
waved his left hand. The brunet male behind the bar came to them. He
had been signalling the serving staff.
Lysia grimaced.
She had much to learn about this realm.
“Blood, straight up,” the
white-haired male said.
The servant’s expression turned wary
and he shifted foot to foot. “I’m not allowed to serve you blood,
remember? You made me promise.”
He had? She canted her head, studying
both men. Why had the man asked the servant not to give him blood?
Did he drink it as she did?
The pale-haired warrior scrubbed a hand
down his face and sighed. He pressed both hands into the bar, digging
his black claws into the wood, and leaned forwards, closer to the
man.
“It is not for me. It is for the
woman.”
The brunet shrugged. “She has to
order it then.”
The warrior tipped his head back,
screwed his eyes shut and sighed, and she felt he was searching for
calm. He drew several slow deep breaths before opening his eyes again
and fixing them back on the barman.
“I do not think she knows how,” he
said.
“I tried, but the man didn’t
understand me.” That brought his gaze back to her and she shivered
under the intensity of it.
“That would be because you are
speaking a language this man doesn’t know… one I don’t have a
fucking clue about either but for some godforsaken reason I can
understand you.” He shoved his fingers through his hair, clawing it
back until it tugged at his forehead, smoothing the skin, and ground
his teeth. He released his head, dropped his hands to his sides, and
huffed as he leaned over, bringing his face close to hers. “Repeat
after me if you desire… blood.”
She nodded, noting that it had taken a
lot of effort for him to speak that final word. Why?
She leaned closer to him, trying to
shut out the noise of the room so she could hear every syllable that
left his lips.
She watched how they moved as he spoke.
How his tongue moved. How his teeth moved.
Her focus shattered.
He had fangs.
Made for drinking blood.
Yet he had asked the man not to serve
it to him.
And she had asked him to speak of it,
something which had evidently pained him.
She stepped back and his pale eyebrows
dipped low above his now-green eyes.
“I’m sorry. I have troubled you
with my request.” She went to turn away but he caught her arm in a
vice-like grip, holding her firm. She looked down at his black
fingers around her and the claws that blended into the robe he had
given her, and then up into his eyes.
He shook his head and spoke again,
slower this time. “A glass of blood, please.”
Lysia swallowed to wet her parched
throat and spoke the sounds he had made, repeating them several times
over and growing in confidence when he smiled, making her heart
flutter in her chest. He nodded and jerked his head towards the
brunet behind the bar.
She turned to face him. “A glass of
blood, puh-leeese.”
“We’ll work on that last bit,”
the warrior muttered beside her, a touch of warmth in his deep voice.
The man nodded. “That’s ten quid.”
Ten quid?
What was a quid and where did she find
ten of them?
“Money,” the brunet said.
She looked down at herself. As the
warrior had clearly mentioned, and this man knew, she had come here
naked. She had no coin.
The warrior huffed and slammed two
pieces of reddish paper down on the bar top. “It’s on me. Plus my
usual.”
The bartender looked displeased and
Lysia feared he wouldn’t give her the blood because the warrior was
paying for it, and had requested this man not serve him blood.
She bared her fangs and growled at the
brunet, preparing to attack.
“Down girl.” The white-haired
warrior caught hold of her arm again, wrapping long fingers around
it, and heat blazed through her.
She looked across at him, her eyes
wide. He glared at the bartender.
The man heaved a sigh, swiped the money
off the bar, and walked away. A sharp spear shot through her heart
and she tried to pull away from the warrior to follow the man, afraid
he wouldn’t return.
The warrior’s grip on her arm
tightened and he pulled her closer, until her backside bumped against
his thighs. An achy shiver bolted through her and she spun to face
him, catching the shock in his eyes before he covered it. He had felt
it too.
“He will be back with your drink and
then you can leave me alone,” he said in a gruff tone, released her
and sat back on his seat, turning his profile to her.
Lysia’s heartbeat began to climb,
awareness of the people around her creeping back in. The vampire was
on his feet again and glaring at her. Others stared her way too. Some
of them not mortal. She didn’t like how they watched her, not when
she was weak.
Only the warrior felt as if he wasn’t
a threat to her and that he would protect her rather than seek to
harm her.
She didn’t want to leave his side.
The brunet returned as the warrior had
said, bringing an elegant glass of green liquid for him and one
filled with dark liquid. He set that one down in front of her and
moved off to serve another patron.
The warrior eyed her expectantly.
He wanted her to leave.
Lysia sucked down a breath for courage
and reminded herself that she was a warrior too and as powerful as
any of these beings on her best day. Today was not her best day
though and it was wreaking havoc on her courage, leaving her feeling
vulnerable. She was injured, starving, and everything around her felt
so alien and unfamiliar.
Except for him.
He made her feel safe.
She made sure she had all of his
attention before she whispered, “Allow me to stay. The men here
mean me harm.”
His face darkened, his jade eyes
swirling into blazing violet, and he slid his deadly gaze towards
those staring at her.
She felt their eyes leave her.
“Sit,” he growled, more a command
than a request, and she obeyed.
She took the stool beside him,
swivelled to face the bar and picked up her glass. She sipped the
blood, her gums itching and fangs aching to descend. She wanted to
gulp it down but it was such a small quantity and she didn’t think
the warrior would buy her more.
It wasn’t enough to appease her
hunger. It would only take the edge off it.
She would need more and her heart said
she knew where she wanted her next meal to come from.
Her gaze slid to the warrior, settling
on his strong neck and the pulse hammering there, powerful and
steady, a beat that called to her.
She wanted to bite him.
Her Avenging Angel is due for
release in ebook and paperback on October 11th 2014 and will be
available from all major online book retailers. Pre-order links
available soon at:
http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/her-avenging-angel-romance-book.php
Join Felicity’s mailing list to
receive a notification when Her Avenging Angel is released,
PLUS a sneak preview of the first 6 chapters of the book and chances
to WIN a signed paperback copy:
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Add the book to your Goodreads shelf
at: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20940849-her-avenging-angel
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 Eternal Mates series.
If you want to know more about
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