Her Avenging Angel, the seventh
book in New York Times best-seller Felicity
Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Her Angel, is now available in ebook
and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at
her website.
Find out how to enter the Her Avenging Angel international giveaway
(ends October 26th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift
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Here’s more about Her Avenging
Angel, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance novel.
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?
Her Avenging Angel is available
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Felicity Heaton's fabulous Her Angel's series seems to be getting better and better. I thought this was impossible, since it's already an amazing series, yet alas, the author pushed her series even further creating a phenomenal read, one that is passionate and tension-fuelled.
The characters, Lysia and Nevar, are fascinating characters to follow. Felicity Heaton truly knows how to push her characters to the limit, while ensuring fresh characteristcs and personality traits. There were several unexpected moments in this novel, which effectively ensured I was left amazed by the developments and desperate to continue reading.
Her Avenging Angel is a spectacular addition to a wonderful series.
Her Avenging Angel – Excerpt
“You fight naked?” Nevar waited for a reaction to that, sure
she would laugh at him.
She nodded. He looked her over again, recalling her curves
and how they had inflamed him. Still inflamed him.
Fighting naked would certainly give her an advantage over a
male opponent, but it provided no protection for her too.
“I can highly recommend armour.” He regretted it the moment
it left his lips and she looked down at his, making it clear that she could see
straight through his glamour to his real appearance. Her eyes danced over every
piece of it, studying it so closely that he squirmed under the scrutiny.
He had loved his armour once, when it had been blue edged
with silver, the colours of a guardian angel, and his wings had been stunning
silvery-blue.
His contract with Asmodeus had turned it obsidian edged with
violet and had corrupted his wings, turning them as black as Hell.
He could do nothing about either of them, no matter how
deeply he wished he could.
So he kept his wings hidden so he didn’t have to see them
and did his best not to look at his armour. He had once considered giving it up
and disposing of it somehow, but it provided protection, and he didn’t think he
could fight like the delicate-looking female currently staring in absorbed
fascination at him.
Naked.
Maybe he could fight naked with her.
His body stirred at that wicked thought and he shifted on
his stool, hoping she wouldn’t notice. She would probably toss him across the
room if she did.
Telekinesis.
He would give anything to have that power.
Where did she come from? She wasn’t mortal. She wasn’t
angelic. He didn’t think she was demonic either.
She was something else.
And she was beautiful.
And he was sober again.
He didn’t care. Not right now. She had all of his focus,
fascinating him with every little thing she did.
She sipped her blood.
Except that.
His stomach cramped, his fangs itched, and his hunger rose
like a demon within him.
He breathed through it. In for five. Out for five. He didn’t
need blood. In for five. Out for five. He was stronger than his hunger. The
cramps subsided. He exhaled slowly, silently congratulating himself for
successfully working through another attack, just as Liora had made him promise
he would do. Some ridiculous thing she had called positive affirmation.
The female lifted the glass back to her lips and took
another slow sip that painted them red and made him hunger to kiss her.
The darker needs lurking within him gave positive
affirmation the finger and seized control, crushing his will to resist before
he could muster it.
He tried to back off before he jumped on the female and
stole the blood on her lips. The backs of his thighs snagged on the leather of
the stool seat, and he fumbled in an attempt to remain upright. His left arm
shot out, catching all the glasses on the bar and sending them flying as he
fought for balance.
The female stared at him and cocked her head to one side.
He growled at her, dug his claws into the bar and dragged
himself up, leaving deep grooves in the black wooden top. The shadows swirled
higher, curling over his biceps and twisting around his thighs. His fangs
lengthened and he ground his teeth, desperately seeking some calm so he could
centre himself or whatever the fuck Liora had called it. His eyes blazed
violet, burning in his skull as the skin around them bled into darkness.
His shoulder blades itched, his wings pushing for freedom.
Nevar snarled and buried his claws deeper into the bar top,
clinging to it as he fought the change, refusing to give into it. It would pass.
He just had to breathe.
What he really needed to do was let this hippy shit go and
rip the heads off everyone who was now staring at him as if he was a one man
freak show.
Including her.
He fixed his gaze on her.
Not including her.
Calm came over him like a cooling balm as his eyes met hers,
washing through him and chasing back the darkness enough for him to get a grip
on it and shove it back in its place, under his control. He breathed slowly and
steadily, willing to try the hippy shit again because he had to admit it did
work most of the time, and mentally apologising to Liora for doubting her
methods, and everyone in the bar for wanting to tear their heads off and drink
from their gushing necks.
The woman stood studying him still, her head canted to one
side, a curious edge to her gaze.
“You have a sickness,” she said.
He nodded. “I brought it upon myself… and so I must conquer
it myself too.”
She hopped back up onto her stool. “Why do you deny what
will make you better?”
She held the glass out to him and he shot backwards, hit the
stool, lost his balance and toppled over it. To add injury to insult, he landed
hard on his knees and cracked his chin on the seat, and a few people nearby
snickered at him, including Villandry.
Nevar shot Villandry a glare filled with intent that he knew
the vampire would clearly read. One more laugh out of him and Nevar would make
him intimately acquainted with something wooden and pointy.
“I’m sorry.” The woman drew the glass back to her, clutching
it to her chest between her breasts.
He grimaced, clawed his way back onto his feet, and huffed
as he sat down. “Blood only makes it worse. Vicious cycle.”
She drank the rest of the glass in one go, set it on the bar
and pushed it behind her, where he couldn’t see it. He appreciated that. It was
better than shoving it in his face and taunting him with it as she had a minute
ago. She toyed with the belt of her robe, an awkward edge to her body language,
and Nevar surmised that he wasn’t the only one having trouble not making an
idiot of himself tonight.
Her head jerked up, her eyes leaping to his, and she
blurted, “What are you?”
Nevar leaned back, caught off guard by her question and
unsure how to respond. “I was wondering the same thing about you.”
Her smile bewitched him. There was a touch of innocence in
it. Purity that he found alluring, as if she could cleanse him and make him
good again. Impossible. The only way he could be good again was to die and be
reborn as an angel of Heaven, and he had no intention of letting that happen.
Heaven had tampered with his memories, controlling his actions. They had taken
his free will from him. He would never return to that place and that life,
under their control and unaware of how they played their angels like pawns, erasing
memories when it suited them, keeping them in order.
“I don’t know what I am. Perhaps I am like you,” she said,
luring him back to her, and he frowned at what she had said.
He shook his head. “Impossible. I was an angel, and now I am
a demon, and not by choice.”
She played with the belt of the robe again, her black
eyebrows dipping low and darkening her hazel eyes. “If you had a choice, would
you still be an angel?”
He pondered that. “I would want to be an angel again to
extinguish the evil inside me, but I have no desire to serve Heaven again. I
want to serve no master.”
She stared at her knees, her gaze distant and her fingers
paused against the material. She was still for so long that he grew concerned
and leaned towards her without thinking, reaching one hand out.
She spoke before he could lay it over hers, her tone solemn
and edged with pain, and he froze.
“I despise angels.”
He sat back and settled his hand on his bare knee instead.
“Why?”
She frowned and he expected her to bite out something, and
then her expression turned troubled and he sensed the panic rising within her.
Her eyes slowly widened, her eyebrows creeping upwards, and she shook her head.
“I cannot remember.” Her gaze leaped to his and her
breathing quickened. “I cannot remember.”
He could sympathise. He had been there himself, unable to
recall events that people told him had happened and he had been involved in. He
reached out and touched the robe covering her shoulder, his focus on the wound
beneath.
“Did angels do this?”
She snarled and smacked his hand away, and shot to her bare
feet. She shoved him in the chest and backed off, her eyes wild, filled with
fear that flowed over him together with her power. It rose, growing stronger
and pressing down on him. The colourful lights in the club flickered.
“I don’t remember,” she whispered on repeat and clawed at
her hair, drawing the long black strands back from her face, tugging at them.
“I want to remember.”
A light above the bar shattered, raining blue glass down on
the black top.
Everyone stopped to look at her and she shook her head,
curling into a ball.
Nevar did the only thing he could to get their eyes off her.
He caught her right wrist, pulled her between his thighs and
wrapped his arms around her. He cupped her head with his left hand and rubbed
the small of her back with his right.
“Breathe,” he murmured into her hair, closing his eyes as he
felt her trembling. She smelled like dew, fresh and clean and earthy. Pure. The
scent of a cool summer morning.
She sucked down one breath and then another.
“Slower.” He stroked her back, cursing himself for enjoying
the feel of her pressing against him. “In through your nose and out through
your mouth. Breathe like you’re filling your lungs up from the bottom. Nice and
slow.”
He couldn’t quite believe he was spouting Liora’s hippy shit
to his beautiful stranger.
She seemed to be embracing it though, and it seemed to work
for her just as it did for him. Each slow breath she took had her power
falling, the weight of it lifting from his shoulders. She released her head and
pressed her palms to his breastplate, and a foolish part of him wished he
wasn’t wearing his armour so he could feel her delicate hands on his flesh. Her
breath skated across his arm.
“I know a little about forgetting things,” he said in a low
voice destined for her ears only and kept stroking her back. He couldn’t stop
himself now. She was soft and warm beneath his calloused palm. Tempting. “It
can get a little too much to handle at times. You just have to breathe.”
She nodded, exhaled, and pushed back from him. A sense of
loss immediately engulfed him as she slipped from his arms, placing some
distance between them, and straightened her robe.
He lowered his hands to his knees and searched for something
to say, trying to come up with something that would make him look good.
Something reassuring. Women liked that sort of thing.
She swept her hair out of her face and lifted her chin,
looking him straight in the eye. “What do they call you?”
“They call me many things, and most of them not
complimentary.” He smiled at her formal way of asking. She leapt between
antiquated and modern so much that he was going in circles trying to figure out
how old she was. He held his hand out to her. “But you can call me Nevar.”
“Nevar,” she whispered and he liked how his name sounded
when it fell from her lips, spoken in her soft voice, edged with warmth.
She reached out to take his hand.
A black vortex appeared off to his right. Asmodeus stepped
out of it, his expression stormy and dark, relaying his anger, and his golden
eyes locked on Nevar like a hawk’s on prey. The portal shrank and Asmodeus
advanced, the crowd parting for him. Every demon here knew of his master. It
was impossible to mistake him for anyone else as he towered above them, his
short black hair and golden eyes matching the Devil’s, and his partial
gold-edged black armour in place, protecting his hips and shins, and leaving
his chest bare.
“The King of Demons,” the woman whispered with the same
reverence as she had used to speak Nevar’s name and stared at Asmodeus with
wide eyes that were a little too adoring for Nevar’s liking.
Asmodeus paid her no heed, which spared him from Nevar’s
wrath.
He seized Nevar’s wrist and dragged him off the stool, and
Nevar fought him, clawing at his hand to get it off him. He was damned if the
bastard angel was going to drag him around and command him in front of the
female, belittling him.
“You will return to Hell, Nevar,” Asmodeus said, the
compulsion behind the words sinking claws into Nevar and dragging him
downwards, towards that realm.
He wasn’t strong enough to fight Asmodeus or his commands
when he was weak with hunger, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.
He attempted to pull his arm free of his master’s grip but
Asmodeus tightened it, digging claws into his flesh and spilling his blood. He
fought him every step of the way as they headed towards the exit. The female
left the bar and followed, her gaze darkening by degrees.
“I will not go with you,” Nevar snapped. “I will not return.
It is time you did your duty.”
Asmodeus yanked on his arm and sent him barrelling through
the open door. He hit the damp tarmac and snarled over his shoulder at
Asmodeus. The wretched angel would pay for that.
Asmodeus loomed over him.
The female stopped a short distance away, hovering near the
entrance to Cloud Nine.
Nevar fought the change that threatened to come over him and
the need to fight Asmodeus burning inside him. A need that would never die. He
growled and flashed his fangs at Asmodeus. The male stood his ground and glared
at him, his lips compressed into a thin line and his arms folded across his
bare chest, as Nevar rose to his feet.
“You will return to Hell, Nevar.” Asmodeus’s deep voice
echoed around the walls, drawing a few glances from the mortals in the queue
for Cloud Nine.
Nevar shook his head, but he wasn’t answering his master. He
was answering the dark hunger inside him, the vile need to surrender to his
urges and act on his impulses. He refused. He wouldn’t give in to them, not
while the female was watching him.
He hated that part of him and how he felt when it emerged.
Not just the way he changed psychologically, craving
violence and bloodshed despite not wanting to feel such things. It was the physical
changes he underwent that really sickened him. The claws and the fangs, and how
his skin turned the colour of shadows, and most of all the horns that made his
skull feel as if it would explode as they emerged.
Asmodeus cast a black portal and the female’s eyes darkened
and she bared her fangs, her deadly gaze pinned on his master now.
Was she going to attack him?
Asmodeus didn’t give Nevar the chance to find out. He shoved
Nevar into the swirling vortex and he landed in Hell, on the black plateau on
which Asmodeus’s ruined fortress stood, high above the rest of the barren
basalt wasteland.
He landed hard but was on his feet in an instant, rushing
back to the portal, a sliver of him filled with hope that the female would step
through the vortex too.
It shimmered.
He waited.
Asmodeus stepped through it and the swirling black ribbons
evaporated.
Nevar growled and cursed him in the demon tongue.
His master gave him an unamused look. “You are drunk. I have
a way to sober you up.”
Nevar straightened, forgetting his desire to correct his
master and point out that he wasn’t drunk, at least not on alcohol. Perhaps he
was drunk on the female, intoxicated by her beauty and innocence. All of that
fell away though, drowned out by what Asmodeus had said and his overwhelming
reaction to it.
All angels suffered from intense curiosity and he was no
exception.
Asmodeus folded his arms across his broad chest and crimson
bled into the edges of his golden irises, a sign of the anger that laced the
incredible wave of power that swept over Nevar, battering him fiercely enough
that he had to plant one foot behind him to keep himself steady.
“I sensed you leave Hell and went to the chamber after
dealing with the Devil on your behalf.”
Nevar took a step towards him, a trickle of dread running
through his veins. “What of the chamber?”
Had something happened to it while he had been absent? The
look in his master’s crimson eyes said that it had, and that the Devil would be
punishing both of them.
Asmodeus flashed his fangs on a black snarl. “The chamber is
dark.”
Nevar’s heart plummeted into his stomach.
“The destroyer has awoken.”
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Books in the Her
Angel paranormal romance series:
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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
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Nevar thinking he could maybe fight naked with her, that's funny, this was another great book in the Her Angel Series, looking forward to more Angel books in the future, really good excerpt.
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