Her Avenging Angel by Felicity Heaton
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
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Here’s more about Her Avenging
Angel, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance novel.
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
Nevar silently cursed the black-haired beauty for the
millionth time and followed it up with a prayer for control and patience. He
downed his drink, keeping him one step away from sober for the next minute at
least. It constantly chased on the heels of each drink, his angelic
constitution making it difficult for him to get tipsy, let alone drunk. The
boss of Cloud Nine had made it the law that the bartenders were to cut him off
if he made it past tipsy. She hadn’t appreciated him setting up home in her
club and drinking her dry in order to remain drunk, chasing her patrons away.
He needed another drink, if only to cope with the head fuck
that was the woman beside him.
He had intended to leave the packed noisy club after his
previous drink, having already downed twenty glasses rather than the one he had
sworn he would have.
She had chosen that moment to walk into his life, drawing
the eyes of everyone in the room, including his.
He could lie and say that the first thing he had noticed as
the crowd had parted to reveal her was that she wasn’t a mortal, but he was
still feeling honest with himself, despite his best attempts to kill that part
of his brain with alcohol.
The first thing he had noticed? That was how beautiful she
was, with rich hazel eyes and sleek black hair. The second thing he had noticed
was how that black hair reached down to her navel, two thick streams of it
covering her breasts, but not concealing their dusky peaks.
The third thing had been that she had curves in all the best
places, and that he had gone too long without a woman, because just the sight
of her had had him steel-hard beneath his loincloth and armour.
That she wasn’t a mortal had been the fifth thing he had
noticed about her.
The fourth?
It had been the purity that shone from her, a touch of
innocence that showed in how she reacted at times to the men around her and to
him. Whether it was a stolen glance or a blush from her, it had him enthralled.
Completely enchanted.
Utterly bewitched.
He had noticed many things since then, including that
appearances were deceiving and she was powerful beneath that slender feminine
exterior. The latest thing he had noticed was that she brought out a dangerous
side of himself, one he had never realised the depth and strength of before
tonight.
Since her confession that she felt the men here wanted to
hurt her, he had found himself wanting to kill any male who so much as looked
at her. He couldn’t stop himself from contemplating tearing their heads off or
gouging their eyes out with his thumbs. He wanted them all away from her,
wanted to take them all down, all to ensure one thing.
That she would feel safe.
Somewhere in the middle of the rollercoaster ride of
feelings that had started the second he had set eyes on her and had been
sending him hurtling up and down and throwing him for a loop ever since, he had
realised something.
He could understand her and no one else in the bar could.
That disturbed him.
It unsettled him almost as much as the feel of her gaze
boring into his throat and the need it stirred, a deep consuming desire to feel
her teeth pressing into his flesh.
Blood.
He was hungry and that was the only reason he was
fantasising about letting the female take a bite out of him. He wanted to do
the same thing to her. He wanted to devour her.
He pushed that wicked tempting thought out of his head,
replacing it with ones about her language. He was one hundred percent certain
that he didn’t have a clue what she was saying and didn’t know her language,
but it seemed to filter into English in his head. It wasn’t a power she held,
because no one else could understand her.
Was it a power he held?
He was still discovering ones that Asmodeus had passed to
him when they had formed a master-servant bond.
Maybe he would ask the bastard about it later, when he
returned.
Whenever that would be.
He wasn’t in a hurry. He didn’t give a flying fuck about his
duty right now, when in the presence of the immortal beauty beside him. Hell
seemed like a million miles away, nothing more than a distant memory, and he
liked it that way. For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight of
the world and his sins wasn’t resting heavily on his shoulders. What was it
about her that chased all his cares away?
Was it just because he was so absorbed in studying her, had
all of his focus pinned on her and turned away from himself, or was it
something else at work?
The female was taking her time with her glass of blood.
Savouring it. Fuck, how he would do the same. He would treat it like ambrosia,
manna, a gift from the highest power. He would taste every drop, savour every
molecule, and relish every trickle of heat that would flow through his veins as
his body absorbed it.
Nevar growled and closed his eyes, fighting the urge to
swipe the glass away from her and down its contents.
He wouldn’t touch the blood. He was stronger than the curse
the sorceress had placed on him. He would overcome it.
The little beauty next to him shifted on her seat, stealing
his focus away from himself again and back to her. He opened his eyes and slid
them towards her, studying her as she leaned on the bar and sipped her drink,
her eyes pinned on the dark surface now.
Her black hair had fallen forwards with her, revealing a
dark streak on her skin that cut down under the collar of the robe.
He reached out with his right hand and brushed the black
material aside, revealing her creamy shoulder. He traced his fingertips lightly
over the deep healing wound on her left shoulder.
A dark rosy hue climbed her cheeks and she shied away from
his touch, bringing her right hand up to catch her robe.
Enthralling.
She had walked in here naked as the day she had been born,
brazen and bold, yet him seeing her bare shoulder had turned her shy.
She had tossed Villandry across the room when he had
attempted to touch her, yet him laying his fingers on her caused her to blush.
“Who did this to you?” Whoever it had been, he wanted to
kill them and avenge her. That dark urge swirled in his chest, malevolent and
powerful, a force that felt as if it was strong enough to seize control of him
by spreading through his limbs, twining tendrils around each bone, and
hijacking command of his body.
Although, this time he would willingly hand control over to
his darkness, embracing it in order to strike down whoever had harmed her.
He studied the healing mark that looked as if it had been
done with a blade, his mood darkening as he recalled that it wasn’t the only
one her body bore. Someone had hurt her, lacerating her pale smooth skin, and
they would pay for it.
A brief shadow of panic crossed her hazel eyes and she
looked away. “I cannot remember. I woke not far from here.”
“Naked?” he offered.
She nodded, but didn’t seem concerned by it. It concerned
him.
He looked her over and the darkness stirred within him,
roused by the insidious words whispering through his mind.
“You were not touched there?” His anger spiked at the
thought that such a pure female might have been sullied in such a fashion.
That her fear of the males in the bar might stem from such a
horrific act of abuse.
His claws elongated as the black writhed up his arms,
gaining ground, his darker self pushing for freedom. His fangs punched long
from his gums and he had to fight hard to tamp down the urge to call one of his
black blades to him.
She didn’t seem to understand.
He looked down at her hips.
Her blush deepened. “No. It was a battle.”
That drew a frown from him. “You were naked though.”
She nodded.
His frown hardened. “How did you come to be naked?”
She looked into his eyes, hers as flat and emotionless as
her face, and said, “I never had robes on.”
She touched the one she wore, glancing down at it and then
back at him.
A smile curved her rosy lips. “It’s beautiful.”
It wasn’t. It was plain and black, but she treated it as if
it was precious, stroking her fingers over the material, a smile on her face
and a sparkle in her hazel eyes.
It made him wish he had manifested her something worthy of
being called beautiful just so he could see how she would react to it.
So she was wearing something worthy of her.
She raised her eyes back to his and he knew he was about to
sound like an idiot, but he needed to be sure he understood her.
“You fight naked?” He 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.
Her Avenging Angel is available
from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and
other retailers. Also available in paperback.
Find all the links, a fantastic 6
chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to enter the giveaway and
be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website:
http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/her-avenging-angel-romance-book.php
My review
I think this is the best one so far, we learn so much more about all the previous characters from the previous books, they all make an appearance at some point or other, as you can tell from the covers every one of this series is about Angels or those that were once angels, I would happily recommend this whole series to friends, in-fact I have been doing, Oh Nevar, you are my new book boyfriend, I love the way the author has incorporated this series as a whole, all the books tally up with each other, I hope at some point the author decides to bring out a companion for the series, I would buy it, maybe give us a little insight in to each character, I would love to hear more from the devil's perspective, 5/5
Books in the Her
Angel paranormal romance series:
Book 1:
Her Dark Angel – FREE in ebook at selected retailers
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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.
If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you
can find her at the following places:
Website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk
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