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where the lines blur between saints and sinners.
nightmare, where angels are not always encased in a light of righteousness and
demons are not always dealing in all manner of debauchery. Where you might just
end up rooting for the bad guy…
thrilling temptations, you’ll love this urban fantasy and paranormal romance
collection of twisted proportions in Wings of the Wicked.
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A mistake brought a demon to her, a promise bound them together.
Demon Dolan Ciar embodies three simple words: desire, denial, and destruction. Every two years, he is allowed one night of earthly passion to punish a deserving female. By the time he is finished, his victims are left as willing receptacles for demons yet to come.
Since she was four, a demon has been the only constant in Leora Desmond’s life, returning to her on every visit because of a promise he cannot break. Though he is in misery and suffering, as she grows he teaches her how to cope and to always go after what she wants. Now as an adult what Leora wants is wants Dolan, and she won’t be dissuaded.
Returning again to ask for his freedom, he finds a demanding Leora who insists he make her his next conquest. The ultimate retribution would be to take from her the ultimate symbol of her selfishness. Dolan must decide if he can doom her to life in living hell or face his own set of unearthly consequences, while Leora must choose between her pleasure and her heart.
The Promise blurs the line between good and evil, desire and love, and promises and commitment.
before she ever saw him. It was always the same, the tingle, the electric
sizzle that indicated his arrival intensified. “I know you’re here.” Leora
fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself and glance over her shoulder.
Instead, she put her hands on her hips and straightened up. The echo of her
designer stilettos tapping on the worn wood floor let out a much deeper and
richer tone than her normal work pumps, but he would notice the difference.
and inhaled. The change in the air was palpable. Damn him to Hell for making
her wait yet another two years. She shook her head. He was already in Hell. She
would have to damn him somewhere else.
here with her was one less minute she would have. She opened her eyes, glancing
at her watch and the window. The sky was black. She returned her hand to her
hip, not able to watch the seconds count down.
here, then why are you looking at the time?” His voice surrounded her as it did
the first time she heard it. As a six-year-old, she would have called his tone
strong. At twelve, it was healing. By the time she was sixteen, she would have
called it sexy. Today, his voice was heated as it coiled around her, squeezing
her, making it hard to breathe.
His voice came closer, his footsteps echoed on the stairs. “How could you doubt
me after all the torture I’ve gone through at your hands?”
word. More like anticipation. But always there was the nagging worry that he
wouldn’t show. She supposed her disbelief was her punishment for having
expectations. “No, you’ve never broken a promise to me. Not that I would allow
it.” Once she gained her composure, was able to slow down her heart just a bit,
Her whole body froze, reacting to his presence and allowing herself the time to
take him in, though she knew every one of his features by heart.
she didn’t realize how evil exuded from him. Different than monsters or devils,
his evil was shrouded in dirty blond hair that grazed his shoulders, a face
both masculine and beautiful, and one naughty dimple on the left side of his
smile. No one who saw him would ever suspect who or what they had encountered.
revealed he was something other than human.
pre-teen, she knew enough to realize his body was sinful. His tall frame filled
out his clothes, allowing her to assess every muscle, ridge and bulge. Tonight,
he stayed true to his classic fit and style choices in a pair of black jeans
and a matching button-down shirt. The only addition to his repertoire was her
grandfather’s ring, something he still wore on the fourth finger of his left
hand, as if to mock her.
tossed his sunglasses aside. “Are you ready?”
time, and have nothing to show for it. I suppose I should be the one asking you
that question.” She stepped forward, stopping less than a foot away from him.
The back of her throat dried out, and she swallowed. “Am I finally worthy of a
demon or do I end up with another limp dick?” Yes, she went for the jugular, if
he had one.
your eyes?” he hissed.
put a swirl in her stomach. The bulge in his jeans crept down his legs. She
trembled, but at the same time her mouth watered. She moved closer,
step-by-step. “I suppose I get what I want after all.”
touch him, he caught her wrist, holding her hand above her head. “I’m giving
you exactly one chance.”
defiance of him, she lifted her chin.
save you, to save me.” His tone lowered.
she countered. “For better or for worse, I will never allow you to break your
promise to me.”
over his lips. “You said one chance. I’m not taking it.”
spared you.” He pulled her closer. “Never forget that.”
his eyes. No weakness was allowed tonight. “It’s me, Dolan. Me, or you can be
celibate until the decade I do you the favor of dying. I don’t care about your
pain.” She tensed, preparing for his retaliation.
you better than to make demands of a demon.” He pressed his palm to the side of
her body, sending a warning to every one of her nerve endings. “A demon who
comforts a child is a failure of a demon in my book.”
“That was a mistake. An oversight.”
heart rate increased, but she stayed her ground, pushing until she got her
keeps a promise? Aren’t you supposed to lure unsuspecting woman into your
depraved traps? Why would you keep a promise to a mistake?”
to.” He never took his eyes off her and moved his hand down her cheek to her
neck. “Maybe the biggest mistake I made was not realizing how unsuspecting you
are.” His hand traveled to her chin where he rested his thumb on her lower lip.
“You only want what you want, and you don’t even know what that is.”
reality there is. I have the power.” Fire flashed in his eyes as she
practically quoted him. His finger moved with her lip.
last get what you want. Your reality tonight will be to see what a real demon
can do.” He pressed his thumb down and smeared her lipstick down her chin.
into him. “Promise?”
your favorite hero of fiction?
your most treasured possession?
(We are talking a non-living possession)
your greatest regret?
could choose to be a character in a book, who would it be?
book have you read the most in your lifetime?
your favorite quotation?
you most value in a friend?
book that you’ve written is your favorite?
you do as a hobby?
good at it.
do you get your greatest ideas for writing?
long on average does it take you to write a book?
are you working on now?
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