Her Sinful Angel, book eight 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. See details below.
What an amazing book. But I would not have expected
anything less than Perfection from Felicity Heaton. I have
fallen in love with her books. They way she writes it is like the
characters are whispering there real life stories to her. And
thank the Gods she is listening and putting down to paper.
I loved this book. Even Lucifer deserves someone to love.
They have their ups and downs and the Angel thinks Nina is
just a pawn to get rid of Lucifer. But who knew shed be his
mate. I love how he is fiercely loving. I really loved Felicity's
take on the king of Hell. Man what a book. it was funny,
serious and scorching hot. I can not wait to read her next
book. 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.
Cast out of Heaven and now the king of Hell, Lucifer is a
powerful fallen angel warrior with a heart as cold as ice and
soul as black as the bottomless pit. For millennia, he has
ruled his realm with an iron fist as he plots the demise of his
ancient enemies. When one of those enemies dumps an
unconscious mortal female in the courtyard of his fortress
and leaves her there, Lucifer finds himself entranced by the
beguiling beauty and tempted beyond all reason. But is the
enchanting Nina an innocent pawn in the eternal game or
part of a plot against him?
powerful fallen angel warrior with a heart as cold as ice and
soul as black as the bottomless pit. For millennia, he has
ruled his realm with an iron fist as he plots the demise of his
ancient enemies. When one of those enemies dumps an
unconscious mortal female in the courtyard of his fortress
and leaves her there, Lucifer finds himself entranced by the
beguiling beauty and tempted beyond all reason. But is the
enchanting Nina an innocent pawn in the eternal game or
part of a plot against him?
It had started out like any other day in his kingdom.
He had risen at seven sharp, based on Greenwich Mean
Time, and had crossed the black stone floor of his expansive
bedroom to his equally as impressive bathroom. There he
had showered and carefully attended to his grooming. With
a black towel slung low around his hips, he had ventured into
his wardrobe to select one of the black tailored suits that
hung from numerous rails.
It had gone downhill from there.
As always.
He had found the suit he had desired to wear, only to
discover a crease pressed into the finely woven wool fabric.
That had led to the first death of the day.
The impudent fallen angel who had been responsible for
ensuring his wardrobe was perfect had been sent back to
Heaven.
With his wings missing.
And in pieces.
The last part wasn’t his fault. The idiot should have
remembered to teleport before hitting the pavement of the
courtyard far below the black fortress in the bottomless pit of
Hell.
Of course, it might have helped if he had allowed the maggot
to retain his ability to teleport.
Lucifer smiled grimly to himself and flicked a speck of dust off
the right sleeve of his newly-pressed suit, his golden eyes
fixed on the black cragged lands beyond the window of his
study.
Breakfast had been a rather sober affair this morning. His
attendants were on edge around him today, more than they
usually were anyway. He couldn’t think why. Perhaps it had
something to do with the fact that they had narrowly avoided
being hit by the falling angel when they had been crossing
the courtyard.
A chuckle slipped from his lips as a replay of the event
played across his mind.
By now, all of Hell would know he was not in a good mood.
He had planned to improve it by heading out to the distant
plateau where Heaven had stationed a group of angels and
use the power of his voice to see if he could sway a weak
one into falling. There was a space in his ranks that needed
filling, and corrupting angels always brightened the dreariest
of days.
A pale orange glow lit the wall of black rock beneath the
plateau, adding a dash of colour.
He despised that band of gold.
The lava river encircled his fortress and marked a boundary
that by law he couldn’t cross, not until the time between his
scheduled battles with Apollyon, an angel who had served
Heaven for centuries before turning his back on that realm for
the sake of a woman, had passed.
Lucifer hadn’t won one in centuries. He had taken several for
the team without receiving any shred of gratitude in return,
allowing the angel to defeat him so he would remain trapped
in the bottomless pit and a band of fallen angels bent on
destroying the mortal world would remain caged here with
him.
Of course, it might have helped if he had informed Apollyon
that he was losing on purpose, but storing up his losses and
waiting for the perfect opportunity to mention to the angel
what he had been doing all these millennia had been too
enticing to resist.
His smile stretched a little wider.
It had been most satisfying to reveal to the angel just a few
weeks ago that his hard won victories had been hollow and
see the look on the bastard’s face.
The momentary flicker of pleasure that shot through his veins
dimmed as he lowered his gaze back to the courtyard and it
fixed on the current thorn in his side.
There was no chance of improving his mood now. It had hit
rock bottom, thanks to a certain angel of Heaven.
Mihail.
When he discovered who had awoken the angel to his true
purpose, restoring his memories at the same time, he would
send his finest legion to Heaven to destroy them.
The angel flicked his long white hair over his shoulder but
kept his icy blue eyes locked on Lucifer. The silent challenge
they issued didn’t go unnoticed, but Lucifer knew better than
to rise to it. Mihail couldn’t enter his fortress, thanks to
powerful wards Lucifer had put in place after their last battle.
A fight that had seen almost half of Hell destroyed and turned
to rubble.
Lucifer had enjoyed the millennia of peace that had come
afterwards. Battling Apollyon was merely a workout for him,
but fighting Mihail was a war and one that could easily claim
his life. Only Mihail held the power to truly defeat him.
Apollyon could only wound him.
Mihail could kill him.
Lucifer had no interest in dying and being thrust into limbo,
wandering eternity as nothing more than a soul, maddened
by being caged in a bleak world where he couldn’t
communicate with those around him and tormented by his
sins.
Not until he had settled a score with his former master and
had his vengeance.
Not even then.
He never wanted to go to that dark place few angels knew
existed.
Those who didn’t know of it had no fear of death, trusting
they would be reborn in Heaven upon their demise, restored
to their former glory, albeit without memories of their previous
life.
The fools.
Lucifer knew better.
He had seen the corrupted souls of angels in the far reaches
of his realm, heard their whispers on the wind and felt their
suffering in his blood.
True death was possible for any angel.
He knew because he had killed one on occasion, damning
them to a hellish existence.
Lucifer would damn Mihail in the same manner without even
flinching if he had the chance.
The white-haired angel moved a step closer, his enormous
glossy white wings shifting with the action, stark against the
black pavement of the semi-circular courtyard and the
obsidian armour he wore. The patches of golden skin visible
between the black greaves that encased his shins, the strips
of black that protected his hips, his short black breastplate
and his vambraces that shielded his forearms bore tattoos
now when once they had been clean and pure.
Lucifer’s smile returned.
Mostly because he felt sure that the bastard angel despised
those tattoos and the one who had put them there—the fallen
angel this male was linked to through duty and powers.
If Lucifer had the power, he would gift those angels who were
linked to Mihail and his brethren with the ability to do more
than merely change their skin by adding ink that would also
appear on their counterpart. He would give them the power
to
amend their appearance in other ways. He wasn’t talking
about haircuts and piercings.
He was talking about wounds.
Mihail spread his white wings, regaining Lucifer’s attention,
but not for long. It drifted away again, his gaze roaming
downwards and across the courtyard, to the prone mortal
that lay like an offering on an altar between his fortress and
the angel.
A woman.
Lucifer’s golden gaze narrowed on her and questions filled
his mind again, ones that wouldn’t be ignored this time. Why
had Mihail dumped an unconscious female in his courtyard?
Was she bait?
He had risen at seven sharp, based on Greenwich Mean
Time, and had crossed the black stone floor of his expansive
bedroom to his equally as impressive bathroom. There he
had showered and carefully attended to his grooming. With
a black towel slung low around his hips, he had ventured into
his wardrobe to select one of the black tailored suits that
hung from numerous rails.
It had gone downhill from there.
As always.
He had found the suit he had desired to wear, only to
discover a crease pressed into the finely woven wool fabric.
That had led to the first death of the day.
The impudent fallen angel who had been responsible for
ensuring his wardrobe was perfect had been sent back to
Heaven.
With his wings missing.
And in pieces.
The last part wasn’t his fault. The idiot should have
remembered to teleport before hitting the pavement of the
courtyard far below the black fortress in the bottomless pit of
Hell.
Of course, it might have helped if he had allowed the maggot
to retain his ability to teleport.
Lucifer smiled grimly to himself and flicked a speck of dust off
the right sleeve of his newly-pressed suit, his golden eyes
fixed on the black cragged lands beyond the window of his
study.
Breakfast had been a rather sober affair this morning. His
attendants were on edge around him today, more than they
usually were anyway. He couldn’t think why. Perhaps it had
something to do with the fact that they had narrowly avoided
being hit by the falling angel when they had been crossing
the courtyard.
A chuckle slipped from his lips as a replay of the event
played across his mind.
By now, all of Hell would know he was not in a good mood.
He had planned to improve it by heading out to the distant
plateau where Heaven had stationed a group of angels and
use the power of his voice to see if he could sway a weak
one into falling. There was a space in his ranks that needed
filling, and corrupting angels always brightened the dreariest
of days.
A pale orange glow lit the wall of black rock beneath the
plateau, adding a dash of colour.
He despised that band of gold.
The lava river encircled his fortress and marked a boundary
that by law he couldn’t cross, not until the time between his
scheduled battles with Apollyon, an angel who had served
Heaven for centuries before turning his back on that realm for
the sake of a woman, had passed.
Lucifer hadn’t won one in centuries. He had taken several for
the team without receiving any shred of gratitude in return,
allowing the angel to defeat him so he would remain trapped
in the bottomless pit and a band of fallen angels bent on
destroying the mortal world would remain caged here with
him.
Of course, it might have helped if he had informed Apollyon
that he was losing on purpose, but storing up his losses and
waiting for the perfect opportunity to mention to the angel
what he had been doing all these millennia had been too
enticing to resist.
His smile stretched a little wider.
It had been most satisfying to reveal to the angel just a few
weeks ago that his hard won victories had been hollow and
see the look on the bastard’s face.
The momentary flicker of pleasure that shot through his veins
dimmed as he lowered his gaze back to the courtyard and it
fixed on the current thorn in his side.
There was no chance of improving his mood now. It had hit
rock bottom, thanks to a certain angel of Heaven.
Mihail.
When he discovered who had awoken the angel to his true
purpose, restoring his memories at the same time, he would
send his finest legion to Heaven to destroy them.
The angel flicked his long white hair over his shoulder but
kept his icy blue eyes locked on Lucifer. The silent challenge
they issued didn’t go unnoticed, but Lucifer knew better than
to rise to it. Mihail couldn’t enter his fortress, thanks to
powerful wards Lucifer had put in place after their last battle.
A fight that had seen almost half of Hell destroyed and turned
to rubble.
Lucifer had enjoyed the millennia of peace that had come
afterwards. Battling Apollyon was merely a workout for him,
but fighting Mihail was a war and one that could easily claim
his life. Only Mihail held the power to truly defeat him.
Apollyon could only wound him.
Mihail could kill him.
Lucifer had no interest in dying and being thrust into limbo,
wandering eternity as nothing more than a soul, maddened
by being caged in a bleak world where he couldn’t
communicate with those around him and tormented by his
sins.
Not until he had settled a score with his former master and
had his vengeance.
Not even then.
He never wanted to go to that dark place few angels knew
existed.
Those who didn’t know of it had no fear of death, trusting
they would be reborn in Heaven upon their demise, restored
to their former glory, albeit without memories of their previous
life.
The fools.
Lucifer knew better.
He had seen the corrupted souls of angels in the far reaches
of his realm, heard their whispers on the wind and felt their
suffering in his blood.
True death was possible for any angel.
He knew because he had killed one on occasion, damning
them to a hellish existence.
Lucifer would damn Mihail in the same manner without even
flinching if he had the chance.
The white-haired angel moved a step closer, his enormous
glossy white wings shifting with the action, stark against the
black pavement of the semi-circular courtyard and the
obsidian armour he wore. The patches of golden skin visible
between the black greaves that encased his shins, the strips
of black that protected his hips, his short black breastplate
and his vambraces that shielded his forearms bore tattoos
now when once they had been clean and pure.
Lucifer’s smile returned.
Mostly because he felt sure that the bastard angel despised
those tattoos and the one who had put them there—the fallen
angel this male was linked to through duty and powers.
If Lucifer had the power, he would gift those angels who were
linked to Mihail and his brethren with the ability to do more
than merely change their skin by adding ink that would also
appear on their counterpart. He would give them the power
to
amend their appearance in other ways. He wasn’t talking
about haircuts and piercings.
He was talking about wounds.
Mihail spread his white wings, regaining Lucifer’s attention,
but not for long. It drifted away again, his gaze roaming
downwards and across the courtyard, to the prone mortal
that lay like an offering on an altar between his fortress and
the angel.
A woman.
Lucifer’s golden gaze narrowed on her and questions filled
his mind again, ones that wouldn’t be ignored this time. Why
had Mihail dumped an unconscious female in his courtyard?
Was she bait?
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certificate at her website:
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Books in the Her Angel paranormal romance series:
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Felicity’s Page Book 3: Her Warrior Angel
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Felicity’s Page Book 4: Her Guardian Angel
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Felicity’s Page Book 5: Her Demonic Angel
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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 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.
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