Everyone, if you've been waiting for BLACK ANGEL, your wait is over! This is the book with the hero who isn't human, to give you a refresher. To celebrate, here is the blurb and a sexy excerpt to enjoy!
Lost in a snowstorm, Brielle of Brightwater prays for the Goddess Eliana to save her. Her deliverance comes from an unlikely savior, with obsidian skin and ominous, leathery wings. Despite his appearance, she's convinced he's an angel, sent to her by the Goddess.
Alric Flievve is Genessa, a race of beings from another world. He's been banished for a crime he didn't commit, and is fascinated Brielle sees him as anything other than a demon. It isn't long until their friendship grows stronger, and forbidden passions abound.
But their love is challenged when the doorway to Alric's world opens, and two Genessa from his past step through. Hell-bent on death and destruction, they target Brielle, and they'll stop at nothing to see Alric suffer. When their dark, horrible magics twist Brielle's soul, can Alric's own power overcome their hate and jealousy before she's lost to him forever?
Brielle's feet alighted on a carpet of grass. The entire temple was no longer covered with snow. Along the walls were lit torches, and each empty window was now filled with colorful glass, depicting Genessa in all kinds of striking and beautiful poses. Even the ceiling, through which they'd descended mere moments before, had somehow appeared, with painted scenes of Genessa worshipping their Goddess.
It was magical and breathtaking.
Alric smiled, but his eyes betrayed his sadness. "This is how my temple used to appear," he said, his voice resonating off the walls.
"All you see is an illusion. That is all I can give you, Brielle. I
cannot give you a family or a home. I have no wealth or friends. There is nothing here."
She shook her head and reached up to stroke his cheek. He sighed in response, holding her hand there with his own.
"That is not true," she told him gently. "You've given me your life, have you not?"
"You know that I have."
"Then what else is there to care about?"
Staring into his eyes, she couldn't resist swiping her thumb over his bottom lip. His breathing quickened while a muscle ticked in his jaw.
The heat pouring off him engulfed her. She hooked both arms around his neck and stood on her toes in an effort to bring him close. One of his hands threaded through her hair while his other hand slipped under her cloak, making her shiver with its intense warmth.
"You would give up your life to be with me?" he asked, his breath scorching her lips.
"I have no life without you," she confessed.
Alric groaned and lowered his head, kissing her without mercy. His mouth was hot, moving on hers, demanding her participation. Brielle's surrender was total. She kissed him with a newfound fervor, rejoicing that his hand held her head steady. There was no escape from his onslaught.
His tongue was like wet fire, tracing the line of her mouth, asking to be let in. She didn't think twice before parting her lips and allowing his plunder. While he kissed her, the hand under her cloak slowly descended, only to cup her bottom through the fabric of her skirts.
From her bottom, he wandered down further, hooking her knee and bringing her leg to his hip. Brielle gasped into his mouth, but didn't let go of him. She couldn't believe how excited she was. Her excitement seemed to intensify with every beat of her heart.
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