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GOOD VAMPIRES GO TO HEAVEN

Deadly Angels #8

Sandra Hill

Releasing Nov 29th, 2016

Avon Books

In
an epic madcap battle between good and evil,

a Demon just might earn his wings
. . .

and spend eternity with the Vangel of his wildest dreams.

New York Times bestselling author SANDRA HILL
continues her sexy deadly angels series with a good
demon who might finally get his vangel wings…

WHEN HE WAS BAD . . .

Two-thousand-year-old vampire demon Zeb is supposed to
spend eternity turning mortal sinners into bad guy Lucipires
like himself. That way, they can grow their numbers and fight
the vampire angels known as Vangels. But Zeb is a bad boy
in a good way—secretly working as a double agent for none
other than St. Michael the Archangel in hopes of one day
earning his wings. Problem is, Zeb’s betrayal is discovered.

Hello, demon dungeon.

HE WAS VERY BAD . . .

Until Regina, a foxy, flame-haired Vangel witch on a rescue
mission, busts out Zeb, along with three oddball Lucipire
witches. Hello, temptation!

BUT TOGETHER THEY WERE VERY GOOD . .
. !

Their escape unleashes a war to defeat all Vangels
forevermore. In an epic madcap battle between good and
evil, a Demon just might earn his wings . . . and spend
eternity with the Vangel of his wildest dreams.

Oh My God you have to read this book! Hell you need to read

the whole series if you have not already. Seriously get them

all. They are truly amazing book. Well written thoughtful and

funny as hell. I love Sandra Hills since of humor.

This book is about Zeb the Hebrew Lucipire who wants to be

a Vangel. He is so tired of being evil. If you have not read

the other books you may want to stop reading here. See Zeb

did something truly noble in the last book. He traded his life

for Cnut. But after a year of being tortured he is thinking he

can make it through it, that is until Lucifer himself shows up

to torture him. And of course that is when the he starts to

wish and pray for help. But he never dreamed that God

would send Saten’s siter to save him. Well he thought she

was anyway. Regina is a flame hared Vangel witch and she

decided it was time to save Zeb so off she went to save him

from Horror. But she had no clue the events she would set

in motion. Of the punishment Michael would place upon her

and Zeb. It was truly comical. Now they have a war to fight

and hope in the end they get a reward and not another

punishment.

Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope you

enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this book,

please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like it

when you do; they value your opinions too.

A blue mist seemed to swirl above, then settle around them like a cloudy cocoon. The rain aroma intensified, and for the first time she smelled her own cinnamon fragrance that Zeb had alluded to. Cinnamon rain, for sure. They ought to make a scented candle with that name.

Zeb’s drinking from her was slow and rhythmic and only tiny sips at a time. But, oh, the bliss! It was both primal and sexual. No wonder vangels who mated sometimes fanged each other while making love.

Regina arched her head back to give Zeb better access, an ageless gesture of female submission. How odd! That she would surrender anything to a man!

Only her breasts pressed against his battered body, the rest of her half on, half off the bed, her legs dangling over the side. Still, she adjusted herself so as not to hurt him, and in the process she twined the fingers of one of her hands with his, and she placed her other hand against his head, to hold him in place.

His hand still cupped her nape, but his other hand was making sweeping caresses over her back, from shoulder to rump and back again. Over and over. Even though she wore one of his old T-shirts and jogging shorts, she felt naked under his touch.

Regina was more aroused than she’d ever been in all her life. Not that she’d been inclined to lust very often. Once every century or so.

She wanted to climb atop his body and rub herself against him. Skin to skin. Breast to chest. Pubic bone to pubic bone. Thigh against thigh.

She couldn’t. Even if she could, she wouldn’t.

She wanted to kiss his lips and draw his tongue into her mouth. She would suck on him with childlike hunger. No, not childlike. Nothing childlike about the hunger she was feeling.

In any case, it was a moot point. It was hard to kiss a fanging man when only one set of fangs was involved. Two sets? Impossible! Wasn’t it? They might even get locked together. Imagine Vikar’s consternation if she arrived back at the castle fang-locked with a demon vampire, wanting him to unlock them. They would be the laughingstock of all vangeldom. Angeldom, too, she supposed.

She could imagine the jokes.

“How do two vampires kiss?”

“Carefully.”

Better she concentrate on something else.

She had to stop Zeb’s drinking from her, for now, or she would be drained. Slowly, carefully, she pushed herself up and away, until his fangs withdrew from her with a small pop. He licked the skin, reflexively, to seal the wound.

“That’s all for now,” she said and rose off the bed. Her shaky knees almost gave out. How was she going to do this again and again until Zeb was healed? She would be a basket case. The most satisfied woman in the universe! Or the most stirred up and antsy for release! Yikes!

Zeb’s eyes opened for a moment, and he said, “Thank you.” Almost immediately, he fell back asleep, or unconscious. His body still threw off heat like an inferno; so the danger was not over. Still, she sensed that he was a little better.

She covered his body with a thin sheet, dabbed at the blood on his lips with a tissue (the fangs having retracted already), and finally replied to his comment, “No. Thank you!”