~Review coming~ Her Avenging Angel by Felicity Heaton
Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel Romance
Series Book 7)
Felicity Heaton
Once a proud angel of Heaven, Nevar is now a servant of Hell, bound to a new master—the King of Demons. Consumed by darkness and driven to seek revenge, he set in motion a series of events that awakened the Great Destroyer, a force that will bring about the apocalypse. Now, he is the creature’s master and the fate of our world rests in the hands of an angel with only darkness in his heart.
Felicity Heaton
Once a proud angel of Heaven, Nevar is now a servant of Hell, bound to a new master—the King of Demons. Consumed by darkness and driven to seek revenge, he set in motion a series of events that awakened the Great Destroyer, a force that will bring about the apocalypse. Now, he is the creature’s master and the fate of our world rests in the hands of an angel with only darkness in his heart.
Lost in the mortal realm without any
recollection of how she came to be there, Lysia is only aware that she has
survived a great battle. When she stumbles into a demon bar, she finds more
than a chance to discover what happened to her—she finds a dark and deadly
angel warrior who stirs fire in her veins and awakens soul-searing passion she
cannot deny.
With the mounting threat of the Great
Destroyer, the forces of Heaven and Hell against him, and a band of dangerous
angels intent on capturing Lysia on his heels, can Nevar protect the beautiful
woman who is light to his darkness and find the strength to save the world?
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Her Avenging Angel – Excerpt
It had been twenty-seven days, give or take
a few, since Nevar’s master had bothered to show up for his duty and relieve
him, taking his place outside the crystal chamber in which the Great Destroyer
slumbered, deep in the bowels of the Devil’s fortress in Hell.
A destroyer that Nevar had awoken by
spilling Asmodeus’s and Liora’s blood in the very chamber he now guarded, and
had become the creature’s master, much to the annoyance of the Devil.
Twenty-seven days of mind-numbing silence
and boredom.
Nevar was going out of his head.
Or at least more out of it than normal.
He was feeling honest enough with himself
today to admit that he might have been out of his head before the guard duty
had started, but doing such a thing was dangerous.
The darkness within him spread tendrils
outwards, filling his mind with vicious hissed words that goaded him into
finding Asmodeus, the wretched angel who had turned him into a monster, and
satisfying his soul-deep hunger to make the bastard pay.
Nevar closed his eyes and practiced his
breathing, filling his lungs from the bottom up and counting slowly to five on
each long inhale through his nose and five again on each exhale out of his
mouth. Liora had taught him it as a method of regaining control of himself and
quashing his darker urges whenever they came upon him. It had been step one in
his rehabilitation programme—taking control. He was still working on step
two—taking responsibility.
He drew another deep breath and shut out
the coaxing voice and the other one that liked to mock him.
Once a proud guardian angel serving Heaven
and the protector of Erin.
Now a loathsome creature forced into a
contract with an evil angel, filled with darkness and an endless unstoppable
hunger for violence, and cursed with an unquenchable thirst for blood.
Euphoria addict.
Recovering alcoholic.
Whore.
Bastard.
The worst part was that he couldn’t even
bring himself to lay the blame squarely on Asmodeus’s shoulders. Some of it
kept slipping off and landing back on his. He had been the one who had sought
the sorceress and asked her to inscribe the spell on his shoulders that gave
him control over his wings, and more control over his own body, making it
difficult for Asmodeus to command him and force his compliance.
He had been the one to repay that sorceress
by fulfilling the dark urge to kill her.
And she had repaid him by cursing him with
her dying breath to feel an overpowering, never-ending craving for blood.
He had been the one who had sought a way of
escaping the haunting memories of all the mortals and angels he had brutally
slain whenever the darkness growing within him had seized control.
That escape had come in the form of sweet
oblivion, delivered to him by Euphoria, a potent cocktail of alcohol, demon
toxin and blood designed with enslaving mortals in mind and giving them a high
that would make them forget every wicked thing they did while temporarily under
its influence.
Demon toxin was fatal to angels.
When it had only made him high, giving him
the beautiful escape he had craved and couldn’t find in alcohol alone, he had
realised that he was no longer an angel.
And he had thrown himself head first into a
downward spiral of Euphoria, screwing every demon female who offered it to him
in exchange for sex. In hurling himself into that addiction, he had blurred the
line between the evil and the good within him. He had embraced the darkness and
bore the evidence of it on his body in the form of permanent claws and black
skin up to his elbows and his knees, a sliver of his other side shining
through.
Oh how the mighty had fallen.
He hadn’t quite hit rock bottom at that
point though. No. He had stepped a little closer to rock bottom when Veiron, a
Hell’s angel now married to Nevar’s former ward, Erin, had found him in a
grotty bathroom banging a demon in exchange for a fix, and had taken it upon
himself to save him. When Nevar had found himself pinned to the floor of that
bathroom, in a pool of the demon bitch’s blood, he hadn’t been able to stop
himself from licking it off the grimy tiles.
He had finally hit rock bottom when he had
decided to discover Asmodeus’s weakness and exploit it, and had abducted the
woman his master had been falling in love with, Liora, and handed the witch
over to the Devil. No questions asked.
And then when Asmodeus had been about to
save her from the very chamber at Nevar’s back, he had snuck in like a shadow
and tried to kill the bastard.
Liora had attempted to shield Asmodeus.
Nevar had skewered both of them on the sword.
Their combined blood spilling in the
chamber and soaking into the crystal had been the key to unlocking the prison
of the Great Destroyer, and because his hand had spilled it, Nevar was now the
creature’s master.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his
nose.
Liora would be proud of him.
Seven months of rehab and he had finally
admitted that Asmodeus had started the ball rolling when he had forced a
contract between them, but Nevar had kept on pushing the damn thing until it
had picked up enough speed to do some real damage.
Damage being a nice way of saying that he
had probably brought about the end of the world.
Nevar tipped his head back and stared into
the darkness. Golden light from the two torches on the wall behind him, one
either side of the broad door, held by gilded dragon bones, flickered across
the ceiling. How many times had he lost himself in following the shifting
ribbons of light? It was up there with his other favourite form of
entertainment.
He turned around to face the huge black
stone door.
His jade gaze slowly took in every inch of
the carved surface that was now imprinted on his memory. It depicted dragons
roaming the landscape of Hell in the upper portion of the door and a monster
far larger than they were ravaging lands in the central section. That gigantic beast
devoured mortal, demon and angel alike.
He ran his fingers over the beast to the
figure of an angel being crushed under its front left foot and then drifted
them back up to the other figure it clutched in the claws of its right.
The Great Destroyer.
He wasn’t sure what would happen when it
finally rose from its slumber, or what his role was when it emerged, but he was
sure it would be a hell of a lot more interesting than his current situation.
Would it be such a bad thing if it
awakened?
The thought of standing guard in the
cramped black antechamber for decades, centuries or more was an unwelcome one.
He would rather the world went to Hell now than he be put through another month
of loitering outside the chamber, alone and bored.
And tired.
Unlike his master, Hell wasn’t his home,
and when an angel wasn’t in their natural environment, they had to eat and
sleep.
Asmodeus never seemed to take that into
account, or perhaps he did. Perhaps his wretched master was in his fortress
halfway across Hell laughing about the fact that he was here starving to death
and about ready to gnaw his arm off. Nevar resisted the urge to sink his fangs
into his lower lip. It wouldn’t appease his hunger or do him any good. He
couldn’t survive on his own blood. He had been living for the past seven months
on regular doses of Asmodeus’s blood.
Saliva pooled in his mouth at just the
thought of sinking his fangs into his master’s arm and sucking down his rich,
thick blood.
Wonderful. Asmodeus and Liora’s fantastic
rehab plan had now turned him into some sort of Pavlov’s dog, salivating at
only the idea of being allowed to drink from his master.
He sighed again and traced his fingers down
the ridged back of the beast carved on the door.
Maybe there was a reason Asmodeus had left
him here alone for almost a full month.
Liora had told Nevar that now he had been
weaned off demon blood, the next step was to wean him off blood entirely.
It would be typical of the bastard angel to
decide the best way to do that was to ditch him here at the chamber and leave
him for a month, knowing he was under orders not to leave it unguarded.
Did Liora know what her male was doing? He
doubted the pretty little witch would approve of such a move.
Whenever Nevar had been at their fortress,
watching her and Asmodeus attempting to rebuild it, she had stuffed him full of
mortal food, telling him that he needed to keep his strength up. Of course,
Asmodeus glared at him whenever the witch fussed over him, and Nevar had repaid
him by drinking up her attention and coaxing her into giving him more of it,
stealing it away from Asmodeus.
The mark on his chest pulsed, fire flashing
over it, and his fingers tensed against the hindquarters of the beast on the
door.
He growled and mentally commanded the breastplate
and back plate of his violet-edged black armour to disappear, revealing his
bare chest. Purple light traced over the circular mark directly over his heart.
The size of his palm, it depicted a serpentine beast with a reptilian head
armed with sharp fangs and six curved horns. Wings followed the sweeping arc of
its scaly body and its barbed tail. In the centre of the mark, clutched in the
dragon’s claws, was a perfect replica of Liora’s pentagram—the one he had
destroyed.
The dragon’s wings shifted and he ground
his teeth against the fiery pain that blazed like lightning across his
pectorals in response. He pressed his hand to the mark, breathing through the
agony, using the same technique he employed when trying to retain control.
The beast settled and his heart settled
with it, slowing back to a normal rhythm.
It wasn’t the first time the mark had
shifted. It moved from time to time, as if it was as restless as he was.
Nevar kept his hand over the mark and
placed his other one on the carving on the door that was a perfect match. The
Great Destroyer.
Would it be such a bad thing if it
awakened?
He could fight it or control it or
something as its master.
It would beat the hell out of guard duty.
Her Avenging
Angel is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple
iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.
Books
in the Her Angel paranormal romance series:
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About Felicity
Heaton:
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today
international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books.
In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action,
intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from
dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful
angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara
Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then
you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and
wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong,
powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her
stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that
are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic
Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded
alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and
angels, then take a look at the new Her Angel series.
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