This is the paranormal blog of author Lynda Hilburn, http://www.lyndahilburnauthor.com
Monday, September 30, 2013
Guest Author: Felicity Heaton
It’s great to be
here at Lynda’s blog to talk about my new release, Her Wicked Angel, which is
the sixth in my Her Angel romance series.
I’m going to be
sharing an excerpt from the book with you today, but I also wanted to let you
know that I’m celebrating the release by giving away the first book in the
series, Her Dark Angel, for FREE at selected Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books and
Apple iBookstore sites.
about Her Wicked Angel, including an excerpt from this long angel romance
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?
Liora stared deep into the incredible
swirling gold depths of Asmodeus’s eyes. She had countless reasons not to trust
him, but she couldn’t bring herself to listen to them or her head where he was
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 didn’t deserve
angelic, demonic or even human status.
As if he were an animal.
Something below their level.
There was darkness in him, she couldn’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 wasn’t an animal though.
She couldn’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 wasn’t as Apollyon painted him at all.
Did Apollyon really know Asmodeus?
Had he never witnessed this side of his
It was likely that Asmodeus had never had
reason to reveal this side of himself to Apollyon. They had probably ended up
locked in battle whenever they had come across each other.
He had revealed it to her though. She
wasn’t sure why, but she knew that she liked it. She liked being around him and
seeing how she affected him. It fascinated her.
“Rose?” The heavily-accented male voice
jolted her and her heart skipped a beat, shock running through her blood at the
sudden intrusion into her quiet moment with Asmodeus.
A young man offered a bunch of
plastic-wrapped single red roses to her and then to Asmodeus and she lifted her
hand from Asmodeus’s face, meaning to refuse the street vendor.
“Rose?” The man smiled at Asmodeus and then
held his free hand out in her direction.
All Hell broke loose.
Asmodeus growled, his top lip peeling back
to reveal short fangs, and her stomach turned. The rise in the flow of power he
constantly emitted was swift and startling, a crushing force that pressed down
on her. His hand shot out and he grasped the vendor by his throat, yanking him
away from her.
Liora’s eyes flew wide as Asmodeus’s golden
irises brightened and then turned red. Not a normal colour and she wasn’t sure
he could hide that change with a glamour.
The man choked and dropped his roses. He
smashed his hands against Asmodeus’s bare arm and clawed at his fingers.
Asmodeus grinned, his eyes narrowing darkly on the man, and began to squeeze.
The man gasped, his eyes watered, and the veins in his temples popped to the
surface as he turned red.
Liora pushed through shocked and straight
into horrified. She leaped between them, shoving Asmodeus back and seizing his
arm that held the man at the same time. Asmodeus snarled when she sent fire to
her palm, singeing his flesh, and pinned her with a black, vicious glare as he
released the man.
The man collapsed onto the grass.
“I’m so sorry.” Liora dropped to her knees
and tried to check him over but he swatted at her, his fear and panic spiking.
He scrambled around, grabbing his roses,
and she tried to lay her hand on him so she could heal his throat, but he
shoved her in the chest and caught her off balance. Her backside hit the dirt
and she could only stare as he broke into a dead run in the opposite direction
to her and Asmodeus, heading for the towering trees that lined the edges of the
The oppressive wave of Asmodeus’s power
only grew worse and wind gusted against her, the longest of his black feathers
appearing in the edges of her vision as he beat his wings. Hell, no. She was
not about to let him fly after the innocent street vendor and terrorise him.
Not on her watch.
Liora shot to her feet, turning at the same
time, and threw everything she had into her swing. Her palm connected hard with
his left cheek, the slap ringing loudly across the area and drawing more
attention to them than Asmodeus had when he had attacked that poor man for no
His head snapped to his right, his wild
black hair falling down over his brow. The dark slashes of his eyebrows met in
a scowl and his jaw tensed as he growled.
“You deserved that.” Liora drew in a deep
breath to steady her racing heart and hoped she hadn’t just pushed this immense,
extremely powerful male over the edge. The force of the power he emanated
wasn’t growing weaker. If anything, it was getting stronger, and darker.
His red eyes slowly opened and locked on
her, and he rose to his full height, towering a good eight inches taller than
she was. He spread his black wings and bared his fangs at her, and it took
every ounce of her will to stop her from backing off a step. She stood her
ground, her knees trembling, and reconsidered her whole opinion of Asmodeus.
He was evil and dangerous, and as violent
and cruel as Apollyon had said.
But there was still good in him.
The red in his eyes faded as he stared down
at her, his bare chest heaving with each deep breath, and his expression slowly
changed at the same time as the pressing force of his power lessened. Gold
broke through crimson, his eyebrows relaxed, his jaw slackened and his
breathing slowed to a steady tempo.
“Never strike me again, Female.” Those
words were a vicious growl that told her he was serious and that there would be
a dire consequence if she ignored his warning.
“Noted.” She brushed imaginary lint off her
black jeans, unable to bring herself to look at him while he was staring at her
as if he was still considering punishing her for raising a hand against him.
“You were being an arse though. He only wanted to make a couple of euro selling
you a rose for me.”
He huffed. “Noted… I am not accustomed to
people selling me anything.”
Liora tried not to smile inside at that.
“Where have you been all your life that no one has ever tried to sell you
“In Hell.” His deadpan tone made her lift
her gaze from her jeans to his to see if he was serious.
He had never looked more serious.
“You’re telling me you’ve never left Hell?”
Liora knew she sounded a little backward having to ask that but she wanted to
be sure she wasn’t mistaken.
He nodded and preened his huge black wings.
“I have never left Hell before now.”
Her eyebrows rose high on her forehead. “Am
I the first mortal you’ve met?”
He shook his head and kept his eyes
downcast, his long black lashes shuttering them so she couldn’t read them at
all. She didn’t need to see them in order to know why he was only offering her
a shake of his head as a reply, rather than an explanation.
He had lived in Hell for his whole life.
Any mortals he had met must have been taken there for some terrible reason and
Asmodeus had been the one to deal with them, or had at least watched someone
else do the work.
Liora looked him over, trying to see him
for all that he was and telling herself all the terrible things he had probably
done in the years he had been alive, in Hell, working for his master.
Apollyon had told her that Asmodeus shared
his blood, and that he himself had been created for destruction and violence. If
Apollyon had been brought into this world in order to rain destruction down
upon mortals, and everyone could view him as good and kind, then she had to at
least try to give Asmodeus the chance his twin had been offered.
She had to discover whether there was good
in him or whether she had been imagining it.
“Would you have killed the street vendor if
I hadn’t stopped you?” She managed to keep the tremble out of her voice as she
asked, afraid of what his response would be because part of her already knew the
answer to that question.
Asmodeus drew in a deep breath, his broad
bare chest expanding with it, tipped his chin up and stared down at her, no
trace of guilt in his eyes. “Yes.”
“Why?” She swallowed to wet her dry throat
and shift the lump from it.
He had to have a reason. He wasn’t a
mindless killing machine for the Devil, not like Apollyon said he was. She had
seen his keen intelligence and his feelings playing out in his eyes. There was
good in him. There was reasoning and calculation behind his every action. He
had a reason for attacking the man. He had to have one.
Asmodeus lifted his hand between them,
flexed his fingers and then lowered it back to his side. He stared off to his
right, into the distance beyond her, and was quiet for so long that she feared
he would never answer and she would never know the truth of him.
She wanted to see beyond the name and the
stories, and the things she had been told, to the real Asmodeus. The one she
had glimpsed earlier before he had locked it down and brought his guard back
He closed his eyes and lowered his head a
fraction. “I thought he meant to harm you.”
Her hazel eyes widened.
Asmodeus frowned and clenched his fists at
his sides. “I felt you tense and heard your heart jump, and your power flared.
You were scared. I only meant to remove the source of your fear.”
He had been protecting her.
Liora glanced skywards to give herself a
moment to absorb the revelation. This powerful male that everyone told her was
cruel and evil, and had no good in him, had wanted to protect her. It was all
the proof she needed that there was a sliver of good in him and it reinforced
her desire to know more about him.
The sun was setting though and that meant
more rose sellers and people around the Eiffel Tower to see it as it lit up. If
she wanted to continue her time with Asmodeus, she would need to take him
somewhere it would get quieter, not busier.
She dropped her gaze to his. “Will you fly
Her Wicked Angel
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writes passionate paranormal romance books as Felicity Heaton and F E Heaton.
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