Tuesday, 31 May 2016

Release Launch - Empire By Rachel Van Dyken

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I have lost everything. My purpose My love My soul Death knocks on my door, I want to answer, but every time I reach for the handle -- the promise I made her brings me back. So I breathe. I live. I hate. And I allow the anger to oil beneath the surface of a perfectly indifferent facade. I am broken, I don't want to be fixed. But the Empire is crumbling and it's my job to fix it. My job to mend the pieces that were scattered over thirty years ago. A trip to New York, only one chance to redeem a lost part of our mafia family. The only issue is, the only way to fix it, is to do something I swore I'd never do again. An arranged marriage. Only this time. I won't fall. Or so help me God, I will kill her myself. My name is Sergio Abandonoto, you think you know my pain, my suffering, my anger, my hate? You have no idea. I am the mafia. I am the darkness. Blood in. No out.


    The loving couple in the rain  


Sergio looked ready to strangle me. “No. I don’t believe I asked for an annoying little sister, but if that’s what you’re offering, please don’t let me stop you. Just know, I won’t hesitate to put you over my knee if you get out of hand.” The minute the words left his mouth. I froze. He froze. The taxi driver stared little laser like holes into the rearview mirror. And Sergio leaned toward me. I swallowed as tension swirled around us. He gripped me by the chin and turned my head to the side, his lips brushing my ear. “It’s like you have a death wish.” “You wouldn’t do it.” He pulled back as both of his eyebrows shot up, and then he looked down, like he had spotted something. I followed the direction of his gaze and let out a little gasp as a gun dug into my stomach. “It’s been directed at you for the last four minutes,” Sergio said through a practiced smile. “I meant what I said. Listen well. I keep my word. Kiss me, and blood will be spilled.” “Y-you’re a crazy person!” I hissed, shoving at his chest. “And I wasn’t going to kiss you!” “Sure you weren’t.” He put the gun away. “Good talk though, right? Oh look, the movie theater.” To say that I scrambled out of the car like a kid running away from her kidnapper would be a gross understatement, but the minute my feet hit the pavement, I paused. My body told me to run. The guy had pulled a gun. On me. I didn’t even watch violent movies.    

Get the beginning of Sergio's story in Elude

Twenty-Four hours before were were to be married--I offered to shoot her. Ten hours before our wedding--I made a mockery of her dying wish. Five hours before we were going to say our vows--I promised I'd never love her. One hour before I said I do--I vowed I'd never shed a tear over her death. But the minute we were pronounced man and wife--I knew. I'd only use my gun to protect her. I'd give my life for hers. I'd cry. And I would, most definitely, lose my heart, to a dying girl--a girl who by all accounts should have never been mine in the first place. I always believed the mafia would be my end game--where I'd lose my heart, while it claimed my soul. I could have never imagined. It would be my redemption. Or the beginning of something beautiful. The beginning of her. The end of us.


 Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers! You can connect with her on Facebook www.facebook.com/rachelvandyken or join her fan group Rachel's New Rockin Readers. Her website is www.rachelvandykenauthor.com. FACEBOOK / TWITTER / GOODREADS / AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE / NEWSLETTER

Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Spotlight Tour - The Billionaire's Obsession Series By J. S. Scott

This complete collection of The Billionaire's Obsession includes:
Mine For Tonight
Mine For Now
Mine Forever
Mine Completely 

Down on her luck, nursing student and full-time waitress Kara Foster gets a massive blow to her already desperate financial situation that will surely find her living on the streets. Needing nothing less than a miracle to save her, Kara gets rescue from an unknown, unlikely and overwhelming source. Billionaire Simon Hudson makes her an offer that is impossible to refuse, but terrifying to accept from a man that she's never met. Will the handsome, alpha billionaire really be a solution to her problems, or will he end up being a major complication and a danger to her emotional sanity?

Reclusive billionaire Simon Hudson would rather be behind a computer creating computer games than rubbing elbows with the elite and he knows exactly what he wants...until he meets Kara Foster. Something about Kara touches Simon in ways he's never experienced and definitely doesn't like. For over a year, Simon watches over Kara, but stubbornly refuses to admit his desire to possess her, not even to himself. But when she ends up in a situation that could very well be her destruction, Simon steps up to help her, not realizing that in saving Kara, he might very well be salvaging his own soul.

(This is a erotic romance. It contains graphic language, very steamy love scenes and lots of emotion.)

Bonus story - Helen's Secret Admirer

“Who do you want it to be?” asked Helen’s daughter-in-law and friend, Kara Hudson, as they sat drinking coffee in one of the booths at Helen’s restaurant. Maddie Hudson, Helen’s other daughter-in-law, sat next to Kara wearing the same curious expression. 

Today was the big day, the day that her secret admirer finally revealed himself. Helen had been waiting for a long time to find out who had been sending her mysterious deliveries of flowers, candy, and other whimsical gifts, all with romantic little notes that sent her heart fluttering with delight.  Never having had a true romance in her entire life, it was exciting.  But she really couldn’t think of any man in particular she wanted it to be.  Well…she could, but it wasn’t realistic. It was a secret she kept close to her chest, and had never revealed to a single soul.  

I’m fifty-six years old.  I’m about to become a grandmother twice over, and I’m acting like a teenager.  I have no business fretting over a secret admirer at my age.  Like any man is that crazy about me?  More than likely, they want to get closer to my billionaire sons. 

Helen sighed softly before answering.  “I don’t know.  It could be anyone.”  She met single men her age or older every day, but most of them were just acquaintances, men she socialized with when she attended charity functions or who she chatted with here at her restaurant.  Most of them were charming, a characteristic that she’d found came pretty naturally to the majority of wealthy men. 

“But you must have some clue.  Or someone you really hope it turns out to be,” Maddie said excitedly, her hazel eyes dancing with enthusiasm. 

Helen looked across the table at Simon and Sam’s wives, two women who had become more like daughters than “in-laws” to her as she answered, “Maybe the mystery was better than the actual truth will be,” she admitted, knowing that she’d been flattered from the very beginning because of the romantic attention. She’d never had that kind of admiration before, and it was heady, even at her age.  Sam and Simon’s father had been pure evil, a man who had forced himself on her when she’d been eighteen and na├»ve.  She’d ended up pregnant and married to the devil, trying her best to raise her boys to grow up be different men—better men—than their father.  And had they ever!  Her sons had far exceeded even her wildest expectations, in both ambition and heart.  Thank god!

A woman couldn’t ask for two better sons, and the two women sitting across from her had completed both her sons with their love, made them happy.  What more could she want than that?  She finally even had grandbabies on the way. Her boys were happy, settled, and her life should be complete, and yet…

“You have a right to find your own happiness, Helen.  You’ve lived for your boys all of your adult life,” Kara told Helen softly, reaching out to squeeze the older woman’s hand.  “You’re still young and beautiful.  And you have enough energy to wear Maddie and I both out just by watching you.” 

Helen squeezed Kara’s hand.  “You’re both pregnant.  I can’t say it would be difficult to outrun you right now,” she answered with a smile at both younger women, Kara’s huge belly hidden underneath the table.  Maddie wasn’t showing yet, but she was experiencing symptoms of early pregnancy, including fatigue. 

“You wear us out when we aren’t pregnant,” Maddie replied adamantly.  “We just want you to get your chance to be happy.” 

“I am happy,” Helen answered defensively.  How could she not be happy?  Her sons had made sure she wouldn’t want for anything.  They hadn’t been pleased when she’d wanted to work for a living by owning her own restaurant, but they’d given her what she wanted.  Honestly, much more than she even wanted.  She made a very good living with her restaurant, but her boys always thought more was better.  So they never stopped giving. 

“I think it’s Michael,” Kara said, a dreamy look in her eyes.  “He’s been coming around for years.  He’s always had a thing for you"

Helen blushed and pulled her hand away from Kara’s, raising her coffee cup to her face to hide her flushed complexion.  The problem was, she did wish it was Michael, but it wasn’t possible.  “He’s eight years younger than I am, handsome and very eligible.  He just comes around for advice on raising his girls.  We’re just friends,” Helen said abruptly, her red face hidden behind her mug, taking another slug of coffee, her hand trembling slightly. 

Kara shot Helen an annoyed look.  “He’s sweet on you.  He always has been.  And his daughters are grown up and married now.  What does it matter if he’s a little younger?  He doesn’t look younger than you.  Tell me he still doesn’t come in at least twice a week.” 

Helen squirmed in her chair, knowing she couldn’t actually look at Kara and tell her that.  Kara had been a waitress in this restaurant for a long time.  She knew Michael was a regular and probably still was.  “He likes the food.  He doesn’t like to cook,” Helen replied, wanting desperately to change the subject. 

“Helen, do you want it to be Michael?” Kara asked softly, both her and Maddie leaning forward to hear her answer.  “He’s wanted to be more than a friend for a long time"

“He doesn’t,” Helen protested, wishing it were true, but knowing it wasn’t. Michael had never given her any indication that he saw her as anything more than a friend, and he was much too young.  And handsome.  And virile. 

“Oh, I don’t think he’s ever been drawn here by just the food,” Kara answered mysteriously. “Do you know that whenever he came by and you weren’t here, he’d leave without eating?” 

“Hmm…doesn’t sound like a guy who just comes by for food,” Maddie agreed, crossing her arms in front of her with a smile. 

“Nope.  And I don’t think he’s here for the food today either,” Kara remarked drily as she scooted carefully to the edge of the booth.  “I think it’s time to get your sons home and out of here.  They’ve already eaten all the food from at least one side of the menu.” 

Helen had her back to the door, but she knew Simon and Sam were seated in another booth close to door, both of them waiting for her secret admirer to show.  “Take them.  It isn’t like I need a babysitter.  I’m their mother.  I’m in a public place.  My place.  And I don’t want Simon and Sam to make a scene.” 

Helen knew exactly why Sam, Simon, Kara and Maddie were here.  They all wanted to see her anonymous male admirer.  Actually, she had no doubt that her protective sons wanted to do more than gawk at him. 

What if it is Michael?

“It’s not Michael,” Helen said, mostly to reassure herself, keep herself from hoping.  Michael Prescott would never think of her that way.  He wasn’t a billionaire like her sons were, but he had a very successful law practice and made a very nice living.  He’d lost his wife when his two daughters were little more than babies and raised them himself, doing a very fine job with them. 

Kara winked at her.  “Keep telling yourself that and you might start believing it until he comes over here.”  

Kara stood awkwardly and Maddie hopped out beside her.  Helen peered up at the two girls, her arms crossed in front of her.  “Are you trying to say he’s here?” Okay…that was a little disconcerting, but a complete coincidence. “He just came to eat.” 

“Uh huh,” Kara answered in a disbelieving voice.  “And I suppose he brought that beautiful bouquet of red roses just to get your opinion on gardening?” Kara said facetiously, her brow cocked, and a questioning look on her face as she looked down at Helen in disbelief. 

“He has flowers?” Helen asked anxiously, afraid to turn around and look, her heartbeat racing faster. 

Michael is here.  It could be Michael.  

“Admit it,” Kara said insistently.  “You always wanted it to be Michael.  You care as much about him as he always has for you.” 

Shocked, Helen stuttered, “I can’t.  He can’t.  We…we…aren’t like that.” 

“Admit it and we’ll go stop your sons from killing him,” Maddie said with a laugh.

Helen sighed anxiously. “Yes. I admit it. But he’s so caring, so handsome, so… young. I can’t pursue anything but a friendship with him.” 

“He’s exactly right for you.  He always has been. Don’t scare him off, Helen. Michael’s exactly what you need and you deserve a nice guy like him.  And you’re the one he’s always wanted.  Please,” Kara asked in a concerned voice. “Tell me you’ll give him a chance so I can go keep Simon from killing him.” 

Helen gasped and turned, seeing both of her sons rising to their feet, scowling at Michael. 


There hadn’t been a time when her heart hadn’t melted every time she saw his handsome face or wicked smile, and it was no different today. 

She exited the booth, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles from her pastel skirt and top, and hurried over to where her sons had just finished eating their way through the menu, Kara and Maddie on her heels.  “Take your wives home. They’re both tired,” Helen told her sons sternly, glaring up at one and then the other. 

Her sons frowned at her and looked at their wives, who were both grinning from ear to ear.  “We will.  We just want to have a quick discussion with this guy,” Sam said gruffly. 

“You are going home.  Now.  Don’t argue with me, Samuel.  Take your brother and your wives home. Michael is a friend and I don’t want you harassing him.” She loved her sons, appreciated their protectiveness, but enough was enough.  She was still their mother.  Always would be. 

Kara and Maddie claimed their husbands and started pulling Sam and Simon toward the door, both of her sons grumbling as they went and shooting warning looks at Michael as they exited. 

Exasperated by the whole scene, Helen looked around the restaurant, glad that there were only a few customers who were looking at them curiously.  “Come to my office,” she told Michael briskly, walking toward the back of the restaurant. He followed closely behind her.  Not only could she smell his masculine scent, but she could feel his presence.  She’d always been acutely aware of him whenever he was in the restaurant, and today it was even worse. 

Could the man who had been sending her such ardent and romantic notes with his gifts truly be Michael?  It didn’t seem possible, but her gut said it was, and her instinct was rarely wrong. 

Why?  Why would he do it? 

She let him enter her office before closing the door behind her, and slumped against the door, looking up at a grinning, masculine face that nearly made her melt into a puddle at his feet.  “I’m sorry,” she said quickly, embarrassed by Sam and Simon’s behavior, her face still rosy pink with mortification.  

Michael Prescott was beyond handsome, his dark hair cut neatly and showing just a touch of gray at his temples.  He was tall and fit, dressed neatly in casual slacks and a polo shirt that stretched across a broad chest.  “No need to be sorry. You’re their mother.  Single and alone.  They should be protective. I was more than ready to answer all of their questions. They wanted to know if I was worthy of you.  Honestly, I’m not.  But I want to be,” he said in a husky baritone that vibrated through her body, causing her to shiver. 

Straightening, Helen walked to her desk, her face aflame.  “So you really are my secret admirer,” she asked, astonished, sitting on the desk, letting her sandaled feet dangle as she stared at him. 

“Not so secret anymore.  And I’ve always admired you,” he replied, walking to her and handing her the huge bouquet of red roses in his hand. 

“But we’re friends,” she said desperately, his masculine scent starting to surround her as he moved closer.  

“I’ve always wanted to be more than friends with you, Helen.  But your sons are way 
of my league.  You’re way out of my league. Problem is, I don’t care anymore.  I don’t want to have to search you out, hoping to find you here.  I want you to be mine, in my home, close to me.  I want to come home to you every night and wake up to you every morning.”  He put his palms flat on each side of her body on the desk, trapping her.  “I want you, and I can’t wait any longer to have you.  Tell me you’ll give us a chance.” 

Oh, God.  It was him.  It always has been him.  Michael Prescott was indeed her secret admirer, and the one man she had actually wanted it to be.  Never had she had any real hope that her mystery man would turn out to be Michael…but a woman could dream.  “I’m older.  You’re younger.  We can’t possibly—“

“We can,” Michael rumbled.  “The only thing stopping us is ourselves.  I figured that out a while ago.  I’ve spent years trying to get close to you.  Please don’t shut me out now.” 

Helen glanced up into his emerald green eyes, her heart racing as she became intoxicated by his masculinity and male scent.  Michael had always been her friend, his lips readily smiling, his voice reassuring.  But he wasn’t looking at her like he was her friend now.  In fact, he looked downright dangerous, but in a sexy way that was nearly irresistible. 

“Why the mystery?” she asked curiously, looking up a very dear, familiar face that she’d come to count on seeing often, the face of a man she knew she’d been in love with for years.  “Why didn’t you just say something?” 

“Maybe I was afraid you didn’t feel the same way.  Maybe I’m still afraid you don’t.  But I had to do something to get your attention, get you to at least think about the possibility of getting romantically involved with a man.  I hope you’re not disappointed,” he said hoarsely, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that Helen had never seen before. 

He looked so vulnerable at that moment that she blurted out the truth.  “I wanted it to be you.  You’re the only one I was hoping it would turn out to be. But I didn’t think you felt the same way.” 

Michael’s lips turned up into a delighted grin. “How could you not know? I thought I was pretty transparent.  I’ve never been able to go less than a day or two without seeing 

Helen sighed.  “You’re young.  Probably too young for me.”

“You’re beautiful and have the energy of a woman half your age.  Try again,” he said in a low, sexy baritone.  “Tell me you don’t feel the same way I do.  It’s the only way you’re getting rid of me.  I’ve been telling myself you’re too good for me for years, but excuses don’t make the ache go away, Helen.” 

“You’re the best man I’ve ever known,” she replied, jumping to his defense. Michael Prescott would be a man any woman would want to date.  But he chose her, had apparently chosen her a long time ago. 

Go for it.  The past is in the past.  You know Michael’s a good man.  Start again. Try again.  He's worth the risk. 

“I couldn’t bear to lose your friendship,” she admitted quietly. 

“You aren’t losing me as a friend.  You never will,” he replied confidently.  “But I want to be your lover, too.” 

Helen flushed again, the thought of being close to Michael in that way enough to make her need to crank up her air conditioning and get a fan.  “What if it doesn’t work,” she whispered.

“It will.  Say you’ll give it a shot, Helen.  Please.  Don’t make me stay lonely without you,” he requested gruffly in her ear. 

Helen shivered, his warm breath caressing the side of her neck.  “I don’t think I have a choice.  I do feel the same way, so I guess I’m not getting rid of you,” she admitted with a joyous laugh, dropping the flowers on her desk and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You won’t want to get rid of me.  I’ll treat you so good that you’ll never want to walk away,” he told her sincerely, resting his forehead against hers, a relieved look on his face. 

“I can’t believe you know about my sons and you still want to date me,” she told him honestly. 

“We’ll come to an understanding eventually.  They need to know my intentions are honorable.” 

“And are they?” Helen asked breathlessly, mesmerized by his incredible smile. 

“Mostly,” he answered with a laugh.  “I can’t say that I don’t want you, but I’ll never offer anything less than my whole heart and marriage.” 

“I don’t think we’re ready to talk about marriage, but I do want to give this a chance.  If I don’t, I’ll always regret it.”  She knew herself, and she had to give this a try.  “We can date.” 

Michael groaned.  “I’ve been waiting for years.” 

“We have to see if we’re compatible.” 

“You know we are,” Michael argued. 

Helen sighed, knowing she’d never be able to resist anything that Michael wanted for very long, because it was exactly what she wanted, too.  “Being friends and living together is two different things.” 

“I think we should find out,” Michael answered, his irresistible grin widening. “Don’t be scared. I know what you’ve been through in the past, but I hope you know me well enough to know I’d never hurt you.” 

Helen did know that, and she knew she was done fighting with herself.  Michael Prescott wanted her.  He actually wanted her.  And when she looked at him, she could see forever in his gorgeous eyes.  And the vision of their future looked pretty damn fantastic. 

No more fear.  No more doubts.  For once in my life I’m taking exactly what I want without being afraid because of my past.  

Her past was gone, and she was staring at her future. 


Other than her sons, Michael had always been the one man who’d been there for her whenever she needed him.  In truth, she’d trusted him for years. 

“I’m not afraid,” Helen answered quietly, knowing it was true.  “But don’t you think you should kiss me first before we talk about getting married?” 

“Finally,” Michael groaned, lowering his mouth to hers and doing just that until she came away breathless, and any doubt about compatibility, along with any rational thought, was completely gone.  

Michael never stopped sending anonymous gifts with romantic notes, and they made Helen even happier because she knew exactly who had sent them.  And she knew they were sent with love.


Heart Of The Billionaire (Book Two)

The Billionaire Salvation (Book Three)

The Billionaire's Game (Book Four)

     Billionaire Undone - Book Five

Billionaire Unmasked - Book Six
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 Bililonaire Untamed - Book Seven 

Billionaire Unbound -  Book Eight 

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J.S. Scott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of steamy romance. She's an avid reader of all types of books and literature. Writing what she loves to read, J.S. Scott writes both contemporary steamy romance stories and paranormal romance erotics. They almost always feature an Alpha Male and have a happily ever after because she just can't seem to write them any other way! 

Tuesday, 24 May 2016

Cover Reveal - Deep Redemption By Tillie Cole

Tuesday 12 July 2016

Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.
After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.
Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.
Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.
When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.


Saturday, 21 May 2016

Blog Barrage - Awakened By A Demoness (Eternal Mates #10) By Felicity Heaton

Awakened by a Demoness Blog Barrage

Awakened by a Demoness, the tenth book in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release of this awesome milestone in the series, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY and sharing sneak peeks of the book.
Enter the Awakened by a Demoness international giveaway (ends June 5th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate by using the Rafflecopter form at the end of this post or at her website, where you can also download a 4 chapter sample of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/awakened-by-a-demoness-paranormal-romance-book.php
Here’s more about this forbidden romance between a powerful angel warrior and one very sassy wicked demoness, including an excerpt for you to sink those teeth into!

Awakened by a Demoness
Awakened by a Demoness (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 10)
Felicity Heaton
Asteria of the Second Legion of demons has messed up. Royally. With a capital everything. Certain that her dark lord is about to end her in the most painful way imaginable, she’s stunned when the fallen angel offers her an uncharacteristic shot at redemption—and determined not to fail him again. With her life on the line, she sets out on a mission that sounds easy but proves to be far from it when a hot slice of angelic eye candy comes storming into her life, stirring dangerous desires and tempting her more than any male before him.
Fifth Commander of the Echelon, the highest order of angels in Heaven and those responsible for hunting demons, he will allow nothing to stand in the way of fulfilling the mission he began close to a century ago so he can finally return to his home. On the verge of securing the half-breed he has been hunting, he can almost taste victory—until a sassy demoness struts into his life, awakening wicked needs and forbidden hungers that will test him to his limit.
When their mission brings them on a collision course, can they fight the fierce heat of the passion that blazes between them to claim a victory for their side or will it burn their resistance to ashes and set their hearts on fire with a love both forbidden and eternal?

Awakened by a Demoness is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/awakened-by-a-demoness-paranormal-romance-book.php
Awakened by a Demoness – Excerpt
The festivities distracted him from thoughts of the demon and he managed to quell his mark, so the burning became little more than a dull ache.
Until his eyes settled on a female across the square from him, sitting on a stone ledge that was at least six feet high and formed a pathway that ended in steps that led down into the square to the right of her.
Not his target.
Something else.
He curled his lip at the sight of her, dressed in a rather revealing fashion of a short black corset and even shorter skirt. She swayed as she laughed, swinging a mug in her left hand and spilling some of the contents onto a group of males below her. They all stared up at her, enraptured. Well, almost all of them did. Judging by the angle of some of their heads, they were busy looking up her ridiculously small skirt.
Her wide smile flashed short fangs but it was the black horns that protruded from her long onyx hair and her gender that gave her away.
A demon, from the Devil’s service since that fallen angel had eradicated all females from the ranks of the species who had mutinied against him, those from the numbered kingdoms.
He had never seen a demoness.
He arched an eyebrow as he studied the crowd and noted that the demons from the numbered kingdoms kept their distance from her as diligently as they kept it from him. They were wary of her.
He stepped into the square.
Her laughter died on painted red lips and her face instantly sobered, her eyes leaping straight to him. They narrowed. The males below her all turned his way. Not demons. They were a mixture of fae and shifters if their appearances were anything to go by.
The demoness calmly set her tankard down on the stone ledge beside her, hopped off it and landed on her feet. The males stepped aside and she stalked towards him, the crowd parting for her and revealing her to him. She didn’t take her eyes off him, not even to acknowledge the males who wolf-whistled or called out lewd things to her.
Those males’ eyes followed her as she sashayed, swinging her curvy hips.
Her ways wouldn’t work on him though.
He stood his ground as she approached and resisted the urge to call his blade. Covert. Causing a scene in the fae town might cause his target to bolt if she was near or heard about the fight. As much as he wanted to cut the demoness down, he had to remain calm and in control.
She stopped right in front of him, tipped her head up and flashed him a smile that made her ethereally blue eyes shine brightly amidst the sea of black she had daubed around them.
“What’s an angel doing here?” she said in English and looked him up and down.
Her smile grew a little wider when his right hand twitched at his side, eager to call his blade, a reaction he hadn’t been able to hide.
She could see through him.
He had never met a demon who could tell he was an angel before. His wings were hidden, his clothing of mortal fashion, but she knew what he was.
He had a flash of her looking right at him the moment he had entered the square.
Entered the vicinity of her senses.
She had felt him.
“What I am doing here is none of your business.” He schooled his features, hiding his curiosity from her and the slow trickle of other emotions. Not fear. He did not fear her. “I should ask you the same thing, Demon.”
“Ah, but I asked first.” She twirled the gold-to-crimson streak down the right side of her hair around her slender fingers and shrugged her bare shoulders. He refused to look at them. He would not be tempted. Her smile widened. “So… what are you doing here?”
Irritating and persistent, two things guaranteed to make him strongly consider ending her. He never had liked being questioned.
She stepped a little closer, tilted her chin up to keep her blue eyes locked on his, and he barely resisted the urge to shove her away. Her tongue poked out and she caressed the tip across her red lips as she assessed him again, slower this time, those dazzling eyes lingering on places they shouldn’t. His right hand twitched again. Her smile returned.
“Not the talking type?” she murmured and sidled closer, until her darkness wrapped around him, making his skin crawl, and he was on the verge of snapping. She canted her head, twisted that coloured length of silken hair around her index finger again, and dared to run another appraising glance over him. “You are a little tempting… and I would probably bang you… but you’re just oozing goodness and I might vomit.”
He backed away a step and scowled at her. Infuriating demoness.
“I would never touch you,” he bit out and her smile only widened, as if he had flirted right back at her rather than turned her down.
She sighed dramatically. Twirled that infernal stripe in her hair again, drawing his eyes to her hands and her black claws. They jumped from there to her horns.
“Like what you see?” she whispered huskily. “They would feel fucking amazing rubbed against that.”
She ghosted a finger up and down in front of him, gesturing to his body.
“Although, I bet that would also feel fucking amazing under my hands.” She wriggled her fingers and edged them towards him.
He flashed his teeth at her and backed off another step. “Dare… demoness… and I will cleave your head from your body before your hands could even reach me.”
She shrugged again. “Your loss. I’m amazing in the sack.”
What was with this female? Was she trying to rile him?
He realised that she was doing a damn fine job of it. He was playing right into her hands. He set his jaw and glared down at her, and her smile went a little wider.
“That’s more like it. Give me the evil eye. For a moment back there, when I was with my guys, I had an inkling you were trying to look up my skirt or something, and it was a little icky so I thought I would see to it you got your dick on straight and remembered your position… the one that is not under me.” She folded her arms across her chest, causing her breasts to squeeze together in her short black leather corset, and cocked her right hip. Crimson tipped black swirls snaked over that hip, emerging from beneath her pleated skirt to dance across her toned stomach, and his eyes caught on them, followed them down. They covered her entire right leg, visible beneath her sheer black stockings. She huffed and threw her hands up in the air. “And he’s staring again. Like what you see? Want a picture for your spank bank?”
Dear lord, what was wrong with him?
He took another step back, fixed his eyes firmly on her face and shoved any curiosity about her tattoo away. His right hand twitched again. She noticed it.
“You want to go at it? You’re gonna have to pick what it’s going to be though… fighting or fucking?”
“Neither,” he bit out and shoved his hands in his jeans pockets to stop him from calling his blade. “Leave my sight, Demon.”
“I was here first. You leave mine.” She turned and waved a hand across the air. “This whole town is mine… so get out. Shoo.”
She turned back towards him, an expectant look on her face.
“I said shoo.”
He shook his head. “I said no.”
She canted her head again, and when she spoke, the venom and other disturbing thing that had been in her voice was gone, leaving it sober, and laced with curiosity. “Why are you here?”
“It is none of your business.” He went to turn away from her. She reached for him and he whirled on her, his right hand rising to slap her one away, and she staggered back, blinking hard. It seemed the powerful little demoness wasn’t as fearless as she pretended to be. He narrowed his eyes on her. “Why are you here?”
She backed off a step and scowled at him. “I’ve had enough of angels looking at me like that over the past two days… as if they want to nail my entrails on their wall like art… one far stronger than you… so do not think for a second that you can intimidate me.”
But he had.
He did.
He intimidated her and she had done a good job of concealing it, but then her mask had slipped and she had revealed her fear to him.
He frowned at what she had said.
An angel far stronger than him.
The Devil?
She preened her small black horns with trembling fingers, stroking them from the root behind the pointed tips of her ears to the sharp ends near her lobes, and her obvious attempt to calm herself failed. Her face blackened.
She swept her right hand through the air between them and glared at him, her eyes growing black and pupils becoming elliptical and beginning to burn gold.
“I don’t give a flying fuck what business you have here but you better stay out of my way.” She flashed vicious fangs at him, turned on her heel and stormed away.
He watched her go, cocked his head to his right as he tried to make sense of her. He had felt her darkness, she oozed it the same way as he apparently oozed goodness, and yes, it made him want to vomit too, but there was something different about her.
Something off.
She sauntered through the crowd, ridiculously tiny pleated black skirt threatening to flash her underwear as it swayed side to side and her long fall of black hair brushing across her lower back and shoulders.
He thought about turning away and searching for his target elsewhere, but ended up skirting the packed square, slowly moving towards the side of it where the demoness had hopped back up onto the wall and was talking with her group of slavering males again.
He pushed her out of his mind, but for some damn reason, his gaze kept drifting back to her and his mind would follow it, replaying their conversation. She had been flirting with him. As much as that disturbed him, it confused him too. He idly rubbed the cross on his right inside wrist as he studied her, putting her subtle nuances to memory while his mind traversed back over everything she had done. She feared him, but she was curious about him too. Why?
He had never met a demon who had openly approached him before, seeking him out. She hadn’t known he wouldn’t strike her down, so what had possessed her to come to him and provoke him?
She was either braver than he believed or foolish.
He edged closer to her and leaned his back against the stone wall of the building joined to the steps that led up to the raised pathway where she sat, swinging her legs and almost taking out the eyes of several of her suitors with the spiked heels of her black leather knee-high boots. One of the males offered another pewter mug to her, and she took it with a wide smile and winked at him. The wolf shifter practically panted in response, and he was surprised the male didn’t howl in victory, sure he would be the one to bed the female.
Dear lord, she would probably bed them all at once if she had her way.
She seemed a virile, wicked little creature. Wicked enough to offer her body to an angel.
He reminded himself that she had merely been teasing him, but it didn’t stop a disturbing ache from starting inside him, a dangerous sort of hunger that he fought to suppress, putting it down to her teasing ways and her irritating him until his guard had dropped, allowing that teasing to affect him.
He jammed his right hand back into the pocket of his black jeans and ran his left over his unruly blond hair, brushing the finger-length strands back from his face. It was getting too long, but he had been too caught up in his hunt to find the time to have it trimmed.
The demoness flicked a glance his way over her left shoulder, one that she had no doubt meant to be covert but had been blatantly obvious. She toyed with her silvery tankard and went back to flirting with her brood of males.
He focused on her, centred himself and purged all emotion as he allowed calm to sweep into his mind and his soul, emptying them both. When he had found his balance in amidst the silence, he called on his other gift, the one that was rare among angels now.
The ability to read intentions.
It was slow to come as always, steadily building inside him as he focused on the target he wanted to read. The demoness.
He wanted to see if she had come to this place to merely enjoy the festivities or whether she had a different agenda.
His gift triggered.
He frowned, put it down to distance, and moved a few steps closer. He focused on her again, called on his gift and let it wash through him.
Again, nothing.
His frown grew deeper, and he tried again. And again. Every time, he couldn’t pick up anything from her, but he could read the males at her feet like open books. They were thinking about being the one who would take her back home, or to a nearby room or alley.
One seemed rather intent on seeing all of her tattoo, and that desire drew his gaze back to her legs. He couldn’t see her right one from this angle, with her slightly in front of him on the raised stone platform beyond the steps to his right, but he could catch the red tips of the swirls that arced over her right hip to the small of her back.
The black cross on his wrist burned. He idly rubbed his thumb over it, trying to soothe the mark. He knew there was a demon present, it didn’t have to keep reminding him. He wasn’t here to hunt her though. He was here on a mission.
A mission he was ignoring while he tried to figure out a demon of all creatures.
He pushed away from the wall and turned to leave.
“Can you do me a little favour?” The demoness’s voice curled above the crowd, soft and gentle, a flirtatious edge to her English. “I need some info.”
That arrested his steps and he frowned as he listened hard, struggling to hear her over the noise of the chatter of those in the busy square and the music. What was she up to?
He turned his head slightly towards his right, enough that he could see her out of the corner of his eye.
“Have you seen a female in town… a young woman,” she said.
His blood dropped a degree.
She couldn’t be.
“She’s a friend. Around five-seven, with short brown hair and matching brown eyes. I’ve heard she runs with a coven… one called Cruyssen, I think.”
He spat out a curse, his only vice.
He had the sinking feeling that his mission had just become a lot more complicated at the critical moment, and that he knew the reason the demoness was in town.
She was after the half-breed too.

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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 Eternal Mates series.
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Awakened by a Demoness (Eternal Mates, #10)Awakened by a Demoness by Felicity Heaton
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I loved this!

This book is not as long as others in this series but it still manages to pack in loads of action, romance and suspense.

This starts with Asteria, a demon who made a bit of a hash of her last job and is pretty much expecting to meet a rather grisly end at the hands of The Devil himself. She's confused but grateful to be offered a chance to redeem herself instead. Go to the human realm and find someone. Sounds easy right? Maybe not lol. This is where she meets the sexy hunk of angel who appears to be on a mission similar to her own. A demon and a demon hunting angel don't seem the greatest match up but things are not always as they seem.

This is the tenth book in this series but most, including this, do standalone. I'll freely admit to having the attention span of a gnat where series are concerned but that's not the case here. Felicity Heaton seems to inject a new freshness to the series with each instalment that keeps me grabbed and eager for more.

I loved both Asteria, she's strong and sassy but is also softer underneath. Our angel (angels in this series don't have names) who Asteria names Rey is also great. He's strong but conflicted and super sweet. I loved reading their interaction and how both of them grew together throughout the book.

Add to this lots of hot, emotional romance. Plenty of action and a conspiracy or two it makes for a super addictive read.

I loved this from beginning to end, was pulled into the story and characters immediately and read it all in one sitting.

I would definitely recommend this and can't wait for the next story in this super addictive series.

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