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!
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
Firstly yet again I would like to give a huge thanks to the lovely Heaton and her assistant Carmel, for always thinking to ask me to sign up to future review tours.
This story was off and running from the first to the last page.
There was no shortage of surprises and twists that will leave you in awe of this latest instalment.
Asteria is a lot of fun. She’s got no filter, she’s sexy, sassy and will use any means required to get what she needs. When it comes to finding her target she determined as hell – she has to be as, with this mission, she’s pretty much fighting for her life.
Rey (AKA The Fifth Commander of The Echelon) is HOT, good looking and he HATES demons with a passion- his kind will kill any that they come into contact with… but when he meets Asteria, for some reason, he fights those feelings. He experiences emotions and thoughts that an angel shouldn’t have for anyone, never mind a demoness…
Heaven and Hell are up to no good, again… It seems both Asteria and Rey are out to hunt a half-breed; pitting a feisty, flirty and determined demoness and an uptight, straight-laced angel against each other in their race to ‘turn’ the half demon/half angel to their own side.. but, as we’ve come to expect with Ms Heaton’s stories, not everything is as it seems……
The spark between Asteria and the Fifth Commander is there from their very first encounter… they are drawn to one another, regardless of how much they try to ignore the ‘enemy’
Together these two had their issues, making the conversations amusing and the sexual tension fierce.
And, what we learn about these two along the way. Well I didn’t see that twisting SURPRISE!
Add to this lots of hot, emotional romance. Plenty of action and a conspiracy or two it makes for a super addictive read.