HELL HATH NO FURY . . . For five thousand years, Revenant believed he was alone in the world, a fallen angel beyond any redemption. Now he finds he has a twin brother who had all the light and love Revenant was denied. Caught in a tug of war between Heaven and Hell, he must weigh his thirst for revenge against his desire for a mysterious female named Blaspheme-a female whose very origins could deliver him into salvation . . . or destruction.
LIKE AN ANGEL SCORNED
Blaspheme has a deadly secret: she's the forbidden offspring of an angel and a fallen angel. Hunted by both heavenly and satanic forces, she has survived only by laying low and trusting no one. When Revenant claims he can save them both, how can she possibly believe him? But the powerful angel is persistence incarnate and for Blaspheme, there's no place she can hide in Heaven or Hell where he won't find her . . .
LIKE AN ANGEL SCORNED
Blaspheme has a deadly secret: she's the forbidden offspring of an angel and a fallen angel. Hunted by both heavenly and satanic forces, she has survived only by laying low and trusting no one. When Revenant claims he can save them both, how can she possibly believe him? But the powerful angel is persistence incarnate and for Blaspheme, there's no place she can hide in Heaven or Hell where he won't find her . . .
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A former meteorologist and EMT, Air Force veteran Larissa Ione now gets her daily dose of excitement from vampires, werewolves, demons, and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. She lives in wintery Wisconsin with her U.S. Coast Guard husband, her teenage son, a rescue cat, and her hellhound, a King Shepherd named Hexe.
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Excerpt:
Since the moment Revenant bumped
into Blaspheme at the hospital a few weeks ago, he’d been obsessed, and now, as
her long legs ate up the asphalt as she walked toward him, he imagined them
wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her. The closer she came, the
harder his body got.
“Blaspheme.” He stepped out from
between two black ambulances, blocking her path.
She jumped, a startled gasp
escaping full crimson lips made to propel a male to ecstasy. “Revenant.” Her
gaze darted to the hospital doors, and he got the impression she was plotting
her escape route. How cute that she thought she could get away from him. “What
are you doing lurking in the parking lot?”
Lurking? Well, some might call it
that, he supposed. “I was on my way to see you.”
She smiled sweetly. “Well, you’ve
seen me. Buh-bye.” Pivoting, her blond ponytail bouncing, she headed in the
opposite direction.
“Come home with me.”
“Wow.” She turned and crossed her
arms over her chest, which only drew his attention to her rack. Niiice.
“You get right to the point.”
He shrugged. “Saves time.”
“Were you planning to wine and dine
me at least? You know, before the sex.”
“No. Just sex.” Lots and lots of
sex.
He could already imagine her husky
voice deepening in the throes of passion.
“Oh,” she said, her voice dripping
with sarcasm. “You’re charming, aren’t you?”
Not once in his five thousand years
had anyone ever called him charming. But even uttered with sarcasm, it was the
nicest thing anyone had ever said to him.
“Don’t do that,” he growled.
“Do what?” She stared at him like
he was a loon.
“Never mind.” Dying to touch her,
he held out his hand. “You’ll love my play room.”
She wheeled away like he was
offering her the plague instead of his hand. “Go to hell, asshole. I don’t date
fallen angels.”
“Good news, then, because it’s not
a date.” And he wasn’t a fallen angel.
“Right. Well, I don’t fuck fallen
angels either.” She made a shooing motion with her hand. “Go away.”
She was rejecting him? No one
rejected him. No one.
She started to take off again, and
he blinked, confused. This wasn’t right. He had his sights set on her, and she
was supposed to surrender. This was something new. Something…titillating.
He moved in slowly, matching her
step for step as she backed up.
“What are you doing?” She swallowed
as she bumped up against a massive support beam.
“I’m going to show you why you need
to come home with me.” He planted both palms on the beam on either side of her
head and leaned in until his lips brushed the tender skin of her ear. “You
won’t regret it.”
“I already told you. I don’t fuck
fallen angels.”
“So you said,” he murmured. “Do you
kiss them?”
“Ah…no, I—“
He didn’t give her the chance to
finish her sentence. Strawberry gloss coated his lips as he kissed her, and he
swore he’d never liked fruit as much as he did right now.
Her hands came up to grip his
biceps, tugging him closer as she deepened the kiss. “You’re good,” she
whispered against his mouth.
“I know,” he whispered back.
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