Easton doesn’t believe in love. He believes in death. Darkness. Sin. As a reaper for Hell, it’s all he’s known for more than four hundred years. So when he gets slapped with the job of training the boss’s daughter, an angel that knows nothing but joy, he knows he’s in for a world of trouble.
Release Date: June 2nd, 2015
He’ll destroy everything and everyone to save her…including himself.
Easton doesn’t believe in love. He believes in death. Darkness. Sin. As a reaper for Hell, it’s all he’s known for more than four hundred years. So when he gets slapped with the job of training the boss’s daughter, an angel that knows nothing but joy, he knows he’s in for a world of trouble.
Though he’s made it clear he wants nothing to do with her outside of work, Gwen will do whatever it takes to get close to the dark and wounded reaper—even taint her angelic image and become a reaper herself. But in all her planning, she forgot to factor in one thing—how far the demons Easton doomed to Hell will go for revenge.
When the dangers of the Hell threaten Gwen, Easton will destroy everything and everyone to save her. But as the darkness closes in, will he be able to save himself?
EXCERPT
The room seemed to settle into a dangerous calm as
we entered, and at least a dozen sets of eyes followed our progress.
“Why are they all looking at me like that?”
“Because most of them have never seen anything like
you,” I said. “Put on all the black leather you want, Red, but you’ll never be
able to cover up what you are.”
“And what am I?”
My gaze coasted over the soft curve of her cheek,
the slender arch of her neck. She was beautiful, a warm sunrise in a world that
had only ever known a cold, unforgiving night. To think I’d even tried to hide
what she was from the filth here showed how foolish I really was. There was no
hiding the goodness in Gwen.
“Pure,” I finally said, tearing my gaze from her. I
had to stop looking at her like that. I had to stop wanting to touch her.
I had to stop... I just had to stop. Giving in to that desire wasn’t going to
do either of us any good.
“Then maybe I should do something to make them think
I’m not,” she said, voice small and unsure.
I laughed. “Like what? Murder someone? News flash.
Everyone here is already dead, sweetheart.”
“I don’t know,” she said, looking around. “What about
that?”
She gestured to a man and succubus on the dance
floor. Lips locked together, dancing so close you couldn’t tell where he ended
and she began. A group of pain demons closed in on them, waiting for her to
deplete and release the drained soul. They’d drag him away and finish him off
once she’d had her fill. That was the real dance here.
Feed. Punish. Pain. Repeat.
As much as the thought of having Gwen pressed
against me like that scared the shit out of me, she was right. We needed to
blend in. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against me, telling
myself I was only acting. That I didn’t care. She gasped and her
hands landed on my chest. She was stiff in my arms, staring at my throat. A
table of demons pushed their drinks aside to watch us with suspicious, glowing
eyes.
“Gonna need to come a little closer than that,
Red,” I whispered against her hair. “Are you a succubus or an angel? Quick
survival tip...you want to be the succubus.”
She inched forward and buried her face in my neck,
releasing a shaky breath against my jaw. Her mouth pressed against the serpent
tattoo on my neck, and I could feel the brand of ink writhe, basking in
the pleasure of her purity. My heart kicked a painful rhythm against my ribs.
Without permission, my hands slid down to her hips. She felt so warm under my
palms, perfectly clumsy, trying to find a rhythm to match mine. I’d never
really danced before, but in a place like this, I figured there was no right
way. Not when everything was so wrong. Gwen peeked out from under my jaw,
looking at the others dancing.
“Should we...kiss?” she asked. “L-like them?”
I stopped swaying and forced my hands to loosen
their grip on her hips. My blood felt too hot, my body tense and unfamiliar. My
gaze dropped to her mouth, and my mind went places it had no business
going.
I wanted to kiss her.
I’d never wanted to kiss anyone. Almighty knows
that’s all it would take to soil her. One touch from my lips and she’d never be
the same.
********
“What do you want, Gwen?” he whispered.
I stared at his chest, breathing hard, heart beating
a frantic rhythm. “I want to touch you. And I don’t want you to stop me.”
He hesitated, but when I ran my fingers over
the criss-cross pattern of raised white scars that slashed across his
ribs, he didn’t stop me.
“Are these from when you were alive?”
He tensed, but allowed me
to keep exploring him.
“Yes.”
I looked up. “Why did you keep them?”
His eyes searched mine. A muscle in his jaw flexed.
“So I would never forget how I got them, why I’m here...what I
lost.”
“They’re beautiful,” I whispered.
He closed his eyes and exhaled harshly. He was
struggling, fighting some internal battle to give me this, to accept joy in
return.
I resisted the sudden, overwhelming urge to close
the space between us, to press my lips to his. Something so simple, and yet it
felt bigger than the two of us put together. That should have scared me. If I
gave in to such urges, I could be cast out, stripped of everything that made me
my father’s daughter. But it didn’t scare me. It exhilarated me. In the
back of my mind I could hear Sky’s warning.
Aren’t you tempted? Gwen, what if you fall?
I was. I wanted it with every fiber of this body.
Every part of me felt jittery with want and anticipation. The sweet, addictive
desire rolling off him told me he wanted it, too. Easton reached up and touched
my chin, his fingers like a magnet drawing me in.
“I’m about to kiss you, Red,” he said, voice rough.
“You should probably stop me.”
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About the author:
Tara Fuller writes novels. Some about grim reapers. Some about witches. All of course are delightfully full of teen angst and kissing. Tara grew up in a one stop light town in Oklahoma where once upon a time she stayed up with a flash light reading RL Stine novels and only dreamed of becoming a writer. She has a slight obsession with music and a shameless addiction for zombie fiction, Mystery Science Theater, and black and white mochas. Tara no longer lives in a one stop light town. Now she lives with her family in a slightly larger town in North Carolina where they have at least three stoplights.
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3 comments:
Pretty cover, thank you for the giveaway!
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