Her Wicked Angel
Felicity Heaton
The King of Demons and the Devil’s right hand man, Asmodeus is a dark angel born of evil and created for destruction. When his master orders him to venture into the mortal world and retrieve a female for him, he seizes the chance to leave Hell for the first time, uncaring of what the Devil has planned for her… until he sets eyes on the most beautiful woman he has ever seen—a female who awakens new feelings within his black heart, unleashing passion so intense that it controls him and desire he cannot resist.
He will not let his wretched master have her. She will belong to him.
Liora is a witch with a bad reputation and an obsession with fighting demons. A mission gone wrong sees her sent to Paris to cool off, but when a dark and deadly warrior with a gaze of golden fire lands in her life, she ends up burning hotter than Hell for the wicked angel. Nothing will stand between her and the immense, forbidding male. Not her cousin. Not Asmodeus’s sworn enemy and twin, Apollyon. And certainly not the Devil.
Caught up in a tempest of danger and soul-searing passion, can they survive against the odds and seize their forever after?
Thank you, Liz, for having me here today at
Fictional Candy as part of my Her Wicked Angel Virtual Book Tour!
First, here’s a little about me. I’m a
paranormal romance author and I’ve been writing since 2005, and went indie in
2006. I love to write big worlds, populated by vampires, shifters, demons, fae
and angels, and I have several series. This tour is about the Her Angel series,
where passionate angels fight to protect the women they love in a deadly war between
Heaven and Hell.
Today, I’m going to share an excerpt from
Her Wicked Angel, the sixth book in my Her Angel paranormal romance series,
with you all. This scene takes place early in the book, after Liora has asked
Asmodeus to stick around and to fly her somewhere. She’s been trying to get to
grips with Asmodeus and is having trouble convincing herself that he’s
dangerous, vicious and evil, even when her magic can feel it in him…
“Why do you stare at me?” Asmodeus said and
Liora tapped into her power, channelling it into him in the hope of discovering
whether his awkwardness was real or an act.
She could sense no falseness in him. Her
staring genuinely confused him.
“I’m trying to figure you out.” There was
no point in hiding her intentions. The more honest she was with him, the more
liable he was to be honest with her.
“And?” A playful edge entered his eyes and she
wasn’t surprised to find the corners of his lips curling into a wicked smile.
“I’m getting nowhere.” She cocked her head
to one side and narrowed her gaze on him. “Are you evil?”
“Yes.”
A very blunt and honest answer. “Evil
because everyone expects you to be evil… or because you really are that way?”
He frowned at her and then switched his
focus back to the skies ahead of him. “I was born evil.”
“I know the story,” she said and he flicked
another glance at her, a touch of surprise in his eyes now. “You’re everything
evil in Apollyon… blah, blah, blah… but I’m not convinced that you’re only
evil.”
His golden eyes darkened and crimson edged
them. She was pushing his buttons again. He didn’t like her mentioning Apollyon
or comparing them in any way. She could understand why. She hated it whenever
her coven mentioned how she should strive to be more like Serenity—all good and
graceful. Serenity had never lived through hell as she had. Serenity had no
reason to have darkness and hatred inside her.
Liora looked down as he glided around the
top of the beautiful white domes of the church of Sacré-Coeur with her and then
brought them down in the square below. She expected at least a bump as they
landed, but it was smoother than any touch down she had ever experienced.
He carried her to the iron fence edging the
square and stared out over the city. Dusk turned the elegant stone buildings
and the ribbon of the river pink and gold, making them more beautiful than
ever.
Asmodeus gently set her down.
“You’ve really never left Hell?” she said
while watching him absorb the view of the city with wide eyes.
He looked like a man who had never
witnessed such a view. She had asked Apollyon about Hell. His answer had been
that it was black and grim, and that the only colours in the bleak landscape
were the boiling rivers of lava.
“Never.” Asmodeus narrowed his golden gaze
and shifted it down to her. “Have you ever left the mortal realm?”
She shook her head, the loose tangled waves
of her chestnut hair brushing her shoulders. “Never… what’s it like where you
live?”
“I have a castle I built.”
“A home.” She looked out over the city,
enjoying the view even though she had come here often during the first two
weeks into her stay with Serenity and Apollyon. It was nice to escape them
sometimes, finding her own space so she could think and be herself.
“I do not think of it as a home.”
Liora frowned and looked across at him. He
stood with his profile to her, his eyes drifting over the city, the sinking sun
bringing out their colour but not warming them. They were cold and empty again.
Where had his thoughts taken him?
The more she looked at him and thought
about what he had said, the more she felt he was lonely but didn’t realise it.
He had never left Hell and he refused to view his castle as his home.
Did he have no love and light in his life?
“So what are your friends like? Are they
all bad-ass demons or are you mates with the Devil?”
Asmodeus’s gaze locked on a distant point
and then flicked straight to her. “I have none.”
He had no friends.
He had no home.
What sort of lonely life was he leading in
Hell? She was beginning to wonder how there was even a sliver of good in him.
He had no reason to feel that or any positive emotions at all.
Liora placed her hand over his on the black
metal railing and he looked down at them, his eyes slowly widening in that way
that made her feel that there was something about Asmodeus that would surprise
everyone who saw him if they knew about it.
He had always been alone.
No one had ever shown him compassion or
care.
No one had ever touched him like this, as a
friend would, offering comfort and support.
He was a clone of Apollyon, everything evil
distilled into its purest and most vicious form, but he was a product of his
environment too.
He had been starved of good and driven to
do bad. He had never been given a chance to be anything else. The Devil had
moulded him into this man before her and for some reason she wanted to be the
one to show the world that they were wrong about Asmodeus, and he could be
something more than they believed him to be.
“Do you have no companions at all?” She
looked up into his eyes, her eyebrows furrowed and a tiny flicker of hope in
her heart.
He lifted his gaze to lock with hers and
his thumb brushed hers, causing her heart to leap and race.
He swallowed hard and hesitated, and she
thought he wouldn’t answer as he averted his gaze, fixing it far below them at
the base of the hill and the street there. His eyes tracked something, turning
distant at the same time. She looked down and frowned when she saw an old woman
walking two miniature poodles.
“I have Romulus and Remus,” he said in a
gruff voice and she raised her eyes back to his. He looked at her out of the
corner of his eye. “They are not quite like those canines. Hellhounds are
larger, and live far longer.”
He had dogs. Companions. Hellhounds were an
evil angel’s best friends.
“What are they like?” She couldn’t picture
hellhounds at all. Images of Cerberus, the three-headed hound sprang into her
mind. “Do they only have one head?”
He smiled and her heart lifted at the sight
of it and the way the cold edge left his golden eyes. “Yes, they only have one
head. They are black and very large, coming to stand with their shoulders
around here.”
He held his hand palm down just above his
hip and Liora’s gaze disobeyed her direct command and drifted across to the
taut ripped muscles of his stomach and the sexy dip of his navel, and the
dusting of dark hair that led her eyes downwards. Her pulse picked up again and
it took all of her will to drag her gaze back to his hand.
It was trembling.
Her eyes shot up to his and he looked away
again, but she caught the flicker of desire that still darkened his gaze.
“What do they look like? Are they hairy?”
Curse her voice for shaking. She had been around men she felt attracted to
before and had never reacted like this whenever they had flirted with her or
shown their interest. She sidled closer to Asmodeus and butted her hand up
against his to measure their height against her own body.
According to his measurements, these
hellhounds would reach shoulder height on her if she included a modest addition
for their heads.
“Hell is hot and rather filled with fire.
Hair is not a good thing in that sort of environment. They are shorthaired and
somewhat resemble a canine of this world… a Great Dane. Do you know of it?”
“Scooby Doo? You have demonic Scooby Doos?”
“Scooby Doo?” He frowned. “I am not
familiar with this Scooby Doo.”
“He’s a cartoon… like moving drawings with
sound.” She wasn’t sure he knew what a cartoon was. She doubted you could pick
up satellite or cable in Hell. “But he’s brown. The right breed though…”
She measured Asmodeus’s guide height
against her again.
“I’m guessing yours are bigger than our
version.” She waved her hand around the height she imagined them to be.
“And broader… and they have red eyes.”
“I could have guessed.” She really could
have. It didn’t surprise her at all. Even Asmodeus had red eyes whenever he was
losing his temper.
When coupled with the way she could feel
his power rising or ebbing with his emotions, she had a barometer for Asmodeus.
At least she could tell when he was about
to unleash Hell on the poor unsuspecting population of Paris.
“And I can talk to them.”
That, she hadn’t guessed possible. “They
talk?”
Asmodeus casually shrugged, causing his
black wings to shift against his bare back. “They communicate with each other
in their own language using telepathy, but I do not have that ability so I have
taught them to understand me and I can understand their responses. They are
clever creatures and picked up an understanding of the demonic language
quickly.”
So he could communicate with his two
hellhounds. Romulus and Remus. Who no doubt lived at the castle that wasn’t a
home.
Something came back to her, something she
had heard Apollyon say to Serenity when she had been listening in on them and
Serenity had asked why Asmodeus had given him information he could use against
the Devil.
Asmodeus was complicated.
Liora stared at him.
Complicated and gorgeous, and she wanted to
unravel the mystery that he wore like a protective cloak.
She wouldn’t stop until she knew the truth
of Asmodeus.
Until she knew the real him.
The one he was fighting to hide from her.
I hope you
enjoyed this excerpt from Her Wicked Angel, the sixth book in my Her Angel
series, and that you’ll join us on the Her Wicked Angel Virtual Book Tour!
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About Felicity
Heaton:
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. In 2011, five of her six paranormal romance books received Top Pick awards from Night Owl Reviews, Forbidden Blood was nominated as Best PNR Vampire Romance 2011 at The Romance Reviews, and many of her releases received five star reviews from numerous websites.
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Also be sure to check back later this week when I have a review of Her Wicked Angel!
Thanks for stopping by, Felicity!
