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Asmodeusâ€™s head was tied in more knots than ever and every inch of him felt tense, and he couldnâ€™t convince his body to relax, not while he was drowning under the tidal pull of his thoughts. He wanted to get them straight and figure everything out, and come to understand this world and Liora, but the more he spoke to her and the more he saw of this realm, the more on edge and overwhelmed he became.
He hadnâ€™t meant to lose his temper with her, and he regretted dropping her from even a short height and shouting at her. Another first for him. He couldnâ€™t remember ever regretting anything before. He couldnâ€™t remember experiencing guilt before he had met Liora.
Her hand covered his, warm and slight, her light weight pressing it into the grass. She had fallen quiet and he wished that she hadnâ€™t. He liked the sound of her voice and the sharp note it had at times, a tone that told him she wasnâ€™t going to just back down and let him have his way.
He had felt powerless to leave her and had wanted to convince her to leave him, because he feared that the Devil would force him to obey his command to bring her to him. He had tried to draw a line between them, hoping to force her into seeing that he didnâ€™t subscribe to her mortal concepts of right and wrong, and that there was no good in him as she would view it. Rather what she viewed as bad, he saw as good.
She had been afraid at one point, he felt sure of it, but had rallied and refused to leave him, instead telling him that she knew he could protect her and she was safest with him.
Asmodeus didnâ€™t believe that, so he wasnâ€™t sure how she could. He had done nothing to prove himself worthy of her belief and she barely knew him. She probably knew Apollyon well, and together with Serenity and perhaps their friends, that male would be better able to protect her from the Devil.
He stared up at the stars, trying to ignore the creeping fear at the back of his mind. He refused to feel that emotion. He had feared the Devil in the past, scores of centuries ago, when he had been young and weak, and unsure of himself. With every decade that had passed, every victory on the battlefield and captive that had cracked from his torture alone, he had grown stronger and more confident, becoming fitting of the title the Devil had given him.
King of Demons.
A title he had to live up to or risk losing.
The Devil would strip him of it if he discovered that he had already met the female and was refusing to bring her to him.
He had to return to his master and learn more about why he wanted her, but he didnâ€™t think Liora would allow him to leave without a fight. She wanted him to stay.
Why? Continue reading
â€œCome, we must move.â€ Asmodeus scooped her up into his arms and beat his wings before she could even form a response, taking off into the crisp night air.
It was getting chilly.
Liora used it as an excuse to cuddle up to his bare chest and was thankful he only had partial armour. It was much nicer curling up against hard hot flesh than it would have been rubbing against cold metal plates.
â€œYouâ€™re going to be in trouble, arenâ€™t you?â€ she said and the breeze carried her voice over his shoulder.
He beat his shadowy black wings and took them higher, until they were gliding above the city and she couldnâ€™t take her eyes off how beautiful it was. All the lights twinkled in the darkness and cars streamed down streets forming bright slashes of red and white. Boats caused the wide river to glow in places. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance.
â€œPerhaps,â€ he whispered and she felt his gaze shift to her, boring into the side of her face. â€œBut I have a feeling that you may be worth it.â€
She smiled at that. How could anyone think this man pure evil? She had only had to speak to him to know that while he held darkness inside him, and was capable of great cruelty and violence, there was still some good in him, hidden away beneath the vicious exterior he wore like a shield.
She turned her head to look at him but he moved his gaze away from her, looking down at the city as they flew over it instead. She drank him in, studying the nuances of his expression as his golden gaze flitted around, taking in the scene stretching below them. The wind ruffled his wild black hair and she ached to brush her fingers through it, combing it back and feeling its silkiness just as nature was allowed to do.
â€œWill the Devil send more men for me?â€ She feared the answer to that question even though she already knew it deep in her heart. Continue reading
Asmodeus rested his elbows on the black railing behind him, tilted his head right back and stared at the colourful cloud-strewn sky, trying to figure out why he had received a hard slap as payment for protecting her from the male.
He wanted to understand this world and the protocols, and somehow find a way to learn the right reactions to situations.
He didnâ€™t want to scare her away.
His senses shifted entirely to her, locked and focused, feeling her close beside him, her power wrapping around him like warm arms. She had felt soft and light when he had carried her, warm against his flesh. She had stared at him until he had been intensely aware of her gaze on his face.
On his lips.
He had wanted to kiss her.
He still wanted to even though she was full of light and purity, and she was so warm and friendly, filled with beautiful concern about everyone. Even strangers.
He had never witnessed such good in anyone before.
It left him feeling there really was no good in him and made him wish more than ever that there were.
He had told her that he was evil and she had seen the darkness in him, the violence he was quick to embrace and the cruelty, but she had remained with him, asking him to take her somewhere else, somewhere quieter.
He had expected her to leave and she had wanted him to stay.
He didnâ€™t understand her at all.
Asmodeus raised his left hand above him, stretched his fingers out with his palm facing the sky, and stared at it. Continue reading
It was the location that alerted Marcus to the fact that this wasnâ€™t his world.
A golden sunset filled the sky directly before him, the sun slowly sinking into the infinite ocean, its light rippling on the water and sparkling like diamonds. The soft sound of waves gently breaking against the pristine white sandy shore filled the silence along with the rustling of the swaying palm trees in the light refreshing breeze that came from the sea, carrying a salty tang and her fragrance.
She sat on a chipped white metal pole that created a railing along the seafront, separating the sun-bleached wooden boardwalk from the sand, her back to him and shoulder-length dark hair dancing as the breeze caught it.
The sound of the ocean and the warm breeze soothed away the anger he felt over Taylor and Einarâ€™s trick on him. They had sent him into Ameliaâ€™s inner world rather than to his own. He would have a word with his old friend when he woke. This wasnâ€™t allowing things to progress naturally at all. This was matchmaking.
Marcus walked across the boardwalk to Amelia and leaned his elbows on the metal railing that ran at waist height to him. Amelia didnâ€™t look down at him. She continued to stare into the distance, her skin glowing in the warm light of sunset and her hair threaded with golden highlights. Marcus drank his fill of her beauty, taking his time to put her face to memory as it looked in this moment. A slight smile played on her lips, shining in her eyes, and he knew without asking that she was happy here.
It was definitely her world.
But it wasnâ€™t her happiness that gave it away.
He hated sand.
It got in his feathers.
He looked down at himself and shook his head when he saw that he was only wearing a pair of loose black swimming shorts. That wasnâ€™t going to happen either. Water was a pain to get out of his feathers, worse than sand, and for some reason his wings were out and he couldnâ€™t convince them to go away.
Were they out because Amelia wanted to see him this way? This was her world which meant that in part she was controlling it, and controlling him too.
When he turned to ask her about his wings and whether she wanted to see them, his gaze caught on the skimpy black bikini top she wore. He stared unabashed at the flimsy triangles of material barely covering her breasts, his stomach tightening and temperature rising, and then slowly lowered his eyes to her hips. A short black near-see-through strip of material covered her from waist to just past her backside, tied on her hip closest to him. The light fabric fluttered in the breeze, revealing her creamy slender thigh.
â€œItâ€™s peaceful here,â€ she said, distant sounding. â€œAm I dreaming?â€
Marcus forced his focus back up to her face. â€œI do not think so. We are both awake. Taylor can make a world in which we can hide but I am not sure how long it can last.â€
â€œIâ€™m scared, Marcus,â€ she whispered and her grey eyes finally came to meet his.
â€œOf me?â€ He wasnâ€™t sure why he said it. The gnawing feeling that she feared him now had lingered at the back of his mind since he had rescued her from the Hellâ€™s angels and revealed his true self to her, but he hadnâ€™t intended to say anything about it. Her look instantly softened, warming again, and she smiled. Continue reading
â€œWhy do you stare at me?â€ 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.
â€œIâ€™m trying to figure you out.â€ 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.
â€œAnd?â€ A playful edge entered his eyes and she wasnâ€™t surprised to find the corners of his lips curling into a wicked smile.
â€œIâ€™m getting nowhere.â€ She cocked her head to one side and narrowed her gaze on him. â€œAre you evil?â€
A very blunt and honest answer. â€œEvil because everyone expects you to be evilâ€¦ or because you really are that way?â€
He frowned at her and then switched his focus back to the skies ahead of him. â€œI was born evil.â€
â€œI know the story,â€ she said and he flicked another glance at her, a touch of surprise in his eyes now. â€œYouâ€™re everything evil in Apollyonâ€¦ blah, blah, blahâ€¦ but Iâ€™m not convinced that youâ€™re only evil.â€
His golden eyes darkened and crimson edged them. She was pushing his buttons again. He didnâ€™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 Serenityâ€”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 SacrÃ©-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.
â€œYouâ€™ve really never left Hell?â€ she said while watching him absorb the view of the city with wide eyes. Continue reading
Liora stared deep into the incredible swirling gold depths of Asmodeusâ€™s eyes. She had countless reasons not to trust him, but she couldnâ€™t bring herself to listen to them or her head where he was concerned.
The moment she had set eyes on him, loitering under the Eiffel Tower, looking as though he was contemplating tearing through the crowd with claw and fang, a current had run through her, setting her heart racing. She could sense the darkness in him, the incredible evil that flowed in his veins, but in the background, she could feel a faint glimmer of good. That tiny sliver had given her the courage to speak with him.
She had wanted to know him.
Her picture of him had been as incomplete as his armour before today. She had found out about him when she had overheard her cousin talking with Apollyon and they had realised she had been hiding in the hallway of their apartment, listening in. She had pressed Apollyon to tell her about Asmodeus.
Apollyon had painted a bleak picture of his counterpart, telling her that Asmodeus was pure evil, without a shred of good in him. Had he lied to her and to Serenity?
Liora looked at Asmodeus again, recalling how Apollyon often referred to him as a creature, as if he didnâ€™t deserve angelic, demonic or even human status.
As if he were an animal.
Something below their level.
There was darkness in him, she couldnâ€™t deny that or the fact that the evil he harboured had come to the surface at times and the strength of it had shocked her enough to make her reconsider her desire to know more about him.
He wasnâ€™t an animal though.
She couldnâ€™t view him like that. He was as real as Apollyon and her too.
He was intelligent, powerful, and felt warm beneath her fingers. She had caught the flickers of true emotions in him. He had been shocked, dismayed and even offended by her questions and her observations so far. Her behaviour had intrigued, and possibly confused him.
He felt things.
He wasnâ€™t as Apollyon painted him at all. Did Apollyon really know Asmodeus?
He growled under his breath, his fangs itching to descend, and turned away from her, casting his hand out at the same time and calling a portal. The black swirling maelstrom formed before him. Heâ€™d had enough of this world. It did not live up to his expectations at all. It was noisy, bright, irritating and rude, and he didnâ€™t like how uncertain and off-balance he felt. No one respected him here.
They could all go to Hell.
Asmodeus grinned. Perhaps he could make this place Hell and teach them all a lesson they would never forget, because it would be the last thing they knew before they died. His claws sharpened. That sounded good.
â€œWait!â€ Liora grabbed his left arm and tugged it backwards, her warm hands clasping it tightly. â€œDonâ€™t goâ€¦ pleaseâ€¦ I didnâ€™t mean to sound pushy or upset you.â€
â€œI am not upset,â€ he said gruffly and yanked his arm free.
He glanced over his shoulder at her. A mistake. She was so close to him, and so beautiful as she looked up at him with a strange mixture of fear and hope in her entrancing eyes. He should leave. He would if he could bring himself to move. He felt as though she had cast a spell on him and he was powerless to resist her. His fury melted away again, leaving him calm and docile, confused as to why he had been angry to begin with. His claws shrank back and his fangs ascended.
She wanted him to wait, and so he waited.
â€œIâ€™ve been rude,â€ she whispered and then tipped her chin up and a spark of confidence broke through the fear and hope in her eyes. â€œIâ€™m sorry. Itâ€™s a flaw. My mouth just starts running and I canâ€™t stop it. Iâ€™ll tamp it down and think before I speak if you stay. Itâ€™s just excitement.â€
â€œExcitement?â€ That had him turning to face her. What was she excited about?
â€œWhat business do you have with me?â€ Asmodeus casually preened his feathers, preparing them for the flight home, and ignored the Devilâ€™s scowl.
The male hated it when he spoke to him without an ounce of respect. Everyone else under his command simpered and scraped at his feet. As far as Asmodeus was concerned, the Devil had enough pathetic creatures kissing his expensive Italian leather shoes. Asmodeus wasnâ€™t about to join them. He was above them.
The Devilâ€™s right hand man.
A male created for destruction and bloodshed.
â€œYou are to travel to the mortal realm and retrieve a female for me.â€
Asmodeusâ€™s black eyebrows pinched in a frown and it took him a moment to absorb exactly what the Devil had said and the connotations it contained.
One, he was ordering him to lower himself to the role of minion, retrieving him another female for his harem. Treating him like a servant. That irked him. He was not just another of the Devilâ€™s servants.
Two, he was offering him a taste of the mortal world, granting him leave to step outside the environs of Hell for the first time in his existence. That intrigued Asmodeus. He had always wanted to see the mortal realm with his own eyes and experience it.
Asmodeus stared at him, weighing his options. Swallow his pride and finally fly in the world above, seeing the buildings and the colours, and all the things he had only ever seen in the pool on the plateau, or tell the Devil to stick it and spend the next week in the cells, probably tortured, possibly maimed permanently for his disobedience.
Asmodeus swallowed his pride and it tasted bitter. â€œFine.â€
The Devil grinned, revealing short fangs. â€œGood. You will find her in Paris, in the middle of the park near the base of the Eiffel Tower. She will be wearing crimson and black. Bring her to me.â€
Asmodeus nodded, took a step backwards and then turned away from the Devil.
He threw his hand out in front of him and a black vortex appeared, swirling like smoke. It had been many centuries since he had bothered practicing glamours and veils, having given up on ever leaving Hell and having no need for changing his appearance in this realm. He hoped he hadnâ€™t forgotten how to cast them.
Asmodeus focused on himself, casting a veil so none would see him when he stepped through the portal into the mortal realm.
â€œBring her to me quickly, Asmodeus,â€ the Devil said behind him and Asmodeus nodded again. Continue reading
Happy New Year – Looking back at 2013 – Four paranormal romance novels, a USA Today best-seller, and a milestone of 500000 books sold
Happy New Year! I hope that you had a wonderful 2013 and a fantastic start to 2014.
I can’t believe that it’s already another year. Where did 2013 go? It seemed to fly by for me and now I’m sitting here pondering what I did in 2013.
I released four novels, which for me is lower than my normal output but some of those novels were long and hard work! I wrapped up the Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series with Bewitch in January and then Unleash in May. I took a trip to Hell and into the world of Asmodeus in Her Wicked Angel, the sixth book in the Her Angel romance series. And, I returned to the world of the Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series in the first novel in the Eternal Mates romance series, Kissed by a Dark Prince.
I became a USA Today best-seller thanks to my amazing readers and five awesome writers: Caris Roane, Laurie London, Jennifer Ashley, Erin Kellison and Bonnie Vanak. Our sales of the Dark and Dangerous Boxed Set of 6 Hot Paranormal Romance Books were astounding and it was a thrill-ride to say the least. Achieving that USA Today best-seller status was mind-blowing and something I really hope to recreate in 2014.
I also reached a milestone with my books. Around two weeks ago, I realised that I had sold over 500,000 copies of my English language paranormal romance books since January 1st 2011. 500,000 books in three years is wonderful for any author and I am flabbergasted that I managed to hit that milestone so quickly. Again, it’s all thanks to you, my readers. I can’t do this without your support, your kind words, and your voracious appetites for sexy, action-packed paranormal romance books! In top of the 500,000 ebooks sold, I’ve also given away around 500,000 ebooks in my often occuring rampages of giving books away to repay my readers for being so wonderful.
I’m not sure what 2014 has in store for me, but I do know it includes five new releases, and hopefully as many wonderful experiences as I have had this year!
As a thank you, I’m offering eight of my books at a discount right now (starting at $0.99 / 99p) and four for free. You can find all the details and links at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/paranormal-romance-ebook-offers.php
Did you have a fabulous 2013, and what are your plans for 2014?
Well, the Her Wicked Angel Book Tour has now ended and I’ve had a wonderful time. Did you? Here’s a round-up of the posts in this tour for Her Wicked Angel, the latest book in the Her Angel romance series.
I want to say a HUGE thank you to all the hosts, my assistant, and all my wonderful readers who visited the posts in this tour and commented! Thank you all so much.
Her Wicked Angel
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?
Her Wicked Angel Book Tour Dates
- oct – sat5th
- The Jeep Diva
Introducing the Her Angel romance series
- oct – sun6th
- The Reading Cafe
- oct – mon7th
- Sassy Book Lovers
Spotlight and Excerpt
- oct – tues8th
- Herding Cats and Burning Soup
Writing Her Wicked Angel
- oct – weds9th
- I Smell Sheep
Alpha Male Diner with Asmodeus
- oct – fri11th
- Close Encounters with the Night Kind
Top 10 – Why angels make the hottest leading men!
- oct – mon14th
- Romancing the Dark Side
Character interview with Liora
- oct – tues15th
- Pure Textuality
Spotlight and Excerpt
- oct – weds16th
- Page Flipperz
Character interview with Asmodeus
- oct – fri18th
- The Book Nympho
A tour of Hell with Asmodeus
- oct – mon21st
- Underworld Love Addiction
- oct – weds23rd
- Romancing the Book
- oct – fri25th
- Never Judge A Book By It’s Movie
Spotlight and Excerpt
- oct – sat26th
- Mad Hatter Reads
- oct – mon28th
- Bitten by Paranormal Romance
Character interview with Apollyon and Serenity
- oct – tues29th
- Fantasy is More Fun
Introducing the heroines of the Her Angel romance series
- oct – weds30th
- Vampy and Racey
- oct – thur31st
- Felicity Heaton’s Blog
Character interview with Veiron and Erin
- nov – mon4th
- Paranormal Book Reviews
What inspired me to write the Her Angel series
- nov – tues12th
- Romance Book Junkies
Character interview with Nevar
- nov – weds13th
- Fictional Candy
Spotlight and Excerpt
- nov – sun17th
- Novels on the Run
Review and Excerpt
- nov – mon18th
- Grave Tells
Introducing the heroes of the Her Angel romance series
- nov – tues19th
- Paranormal Haven
- nov – weds20th
- Book Suburbia
Spotlight and Excerpt
- nov – tues26th
- Bookin’ it Reviews
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