FELICITY HEATON’S HER SINFUL ANGEL : Blog Barrage

Posted on August 6, 2015 by Nadene @ Totally Addicted to Reading in Reviews / 0 Comments




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.
Find out how to enter the Her Sinful Angel international
giveaway (ends August 9th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25
gift certificate at her website, where you can also download a 5 chapter sample
of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/her-sinful-angel-romance-book.php
Here’s more
about Her Sinful Angel, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance
novel.
by

Felicity Heaton


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?

Her Sinful Angel
is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple
iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links
to your preferred retailer at:
http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/her-sinful-angel-romance-book.php
Excerpt
Nina groaned and
rolled onto her back, tossing her right arm above her head. Rather than the
expected soft pillow, it struck something firmly padded. She loosed another
muffled moan and frowned, the urge to open her sore eyes and see what she had hit
dampened by the riot in her head. Sweat trickled between her breasts and soaked
her back where it pressed into the hard whatever it was she was lying on.
Her couch?
She couldn’t
remember it being this uncomfortable.
But if it wasn’t
her couch, what was it?
More than that,
where was she?
Her frown
deepened as she tried to recall whether she had gone out after work with her
small group of friends, had possibly had a little too much to drink, and had
ended up on one of their couches.
She couldn’t
remember anything after leaving work for the evening.
A prickling
sensation ran down her spine and over her limbs, and she pulled down a sharp
breath. She had probably drunk a little too much. It had been a Friday night
after all. It wouldn’t be the first time she had taken things too far when
attempting to unwind and forget her worries.
A scuffing sound
sent another bolt of panic through her bones and she cracked her eyes open, an
apology to whichever friend had taken her in balanced on her lips.
Those words fled
her when her gaze settled straight on a tall elegantly dressed black-haired man
who stood a few feet from her, staring down at her with eyes the colour of pure
gold.
Incredible.
But also
terrifying.
She didn’t know
this man.
Nina shoved
herself up on the seat, her damp palms gripping the black velvet and giving her
purchase. Every instinct she possessed said to flee, to make an excuse and run
like hell, but her head turned violently and all she could do was bite out a
moan from between clenched teeth and press her left hand to her forehead.
“You are
unwell?” The deep lush male voice washed over her like a soothing balm, easing
the pain in her skull and her fear at the same time.
He moved, the
soft click of his heels alerting her that he was drawing closer. Her panic went
into overdrive again and she scrambled backwards to place some distance between
them, hit nothing where the rear of the couch should have been, and landed hard
on a cold floor with her legs sticking up in the air.
She stared in
surprise at her tights-clad feet and the dark ceiling beyond them, needing a
moment to take in what had just happened.
The man appeared
above her, his head canting and his golden eyes narrowing as he looked down at
her. “Did you hurt yourself?”
Nina quickly
shook her head and clutched at the hem of her black skirt, keeping it covering
her thighs. She had already made a fool of herself. She didn’t need to go
adding flashing her knickers at this man to that. Besides, she still wasn’t
sure who he was, how she knew him, or where she was. A flash of panties might
be seen as an invitation, and as handsome as this man was, she wasn’t about to
invite him between her legs, no matter how long it had been since she had slept
with a guy.
She rolled onto
her side and scrambled back onto her feet, practically leaping onto them to
evade the hand he offered. He stared at his outstretched hand as she smoothed
her skirt down, his left eyebrow quirking in a manner that looked a heck of a
lot like irritation to her.
When he moved,
she expected him to advance towards her.
He retreated
instead, backing towards an unlit black marble fireplace against an equally
black wall behind him and lowering his hand to his side at the same time.
Nina looked
around her as something dawned on her.
Everything in
the damned room was black.
Where the hell
was she? Some sort of goth retreat?
“There is no
need to panic. I do not mean you any harm. You were left in the courtyard of
this house and were brought in to keep you safe.”
Nina’s gaze
whipped back to the handsome man.
And hell, he was handsome. The sort of man that could
have a horde of women swooning with little more than a smile, their knees
buckling beneath them. She wasn’t immune to his beauty. She wasn’t sure any
woman would be able to say that she was. If they did, they would be a liar.
He oozed wicked
sensuality as he stared across the room at her, his golden eyes fixed with
hawk-like intensity on hers and his soft lips tilted at the corners into a hint
of a smile.
Nina shook her
head to rid it of the dangerous thoughts piling up in it and focused on what
the man had said.
“Keep me safe?”
She frowned at that, another ripple of panic running through her as she tried
to guess the answer to that question and feared what he would say.
He toyed with
the left cuff of his black shirt and then smoothed the fine sleeve of his black
suit jacket over it, carefully adjusting it until it was perfect.
Just like him.
Nina shoved that
little voice out of her head, determined to focus on the matter at hand and not
the man at hand. She was in a strange place, in a stranger’s house, and he was
saying that she was in danger.
“You are safe
now,” he said with silken persuasiveness that had her dumbly nodding in
agreement even when she didn’t honestly feel safe. “The man who brought you
here is gone.”
“A man?” Nina’s
eyes widened as she tried to remember what had happened to her but her mind
remained blank, refusing to supply anything beyond leaving work for the
evening.
He nodded and
smiled, and it hit her hard in the chest, knocking the wind from her and
sending her head spinning.
Her panic
returned full force. “I want to go home.”
The man’s smile
held. “I am afraid that is not possible yet, but arrangements will be made for
your return. If you tell me where you live, I will pass on the information and
they will see to it.”
They? Pass on
the information? Was he the master of this house or a servant?
“London… I live
in London. Anywhere in London will do.” She figured it couldn’t hurt to tell him
the city she was from, but she wasn’t about to hand out her address to him. She
still wasn’t sure whether there was another man who had taken her, or whether
it was an elaborate lie to throw her off his scent.
What if this man
had been the one to take her?
She twisted her
hand in her white blouse, tugging at the material, struggling to breathe as a
weight pressed down on her chest and she fought the wave of panic that
threatened to sweep her away. She had to focus.
Her gaze fell to
his hands as he toyed with his cuff again, neatening it, and her eyebrows
pinched together. He had black nails. Why did he have black nails? Everything
about him screamed businessman or butler, but he had black painted nails. She
stared at them, unable to drag her eyes away. They were a bit too polished and
impeccable. Were they false nails?
Acrylic?
They distracted
her and she lost herself in pondering what they were made from and why he had
black nails. It was only when the sensation of his piercing gaze on her faded
and he moved his hands behind his back that she snapped back to the room. What
was wrong with her today?
She was normally
quite focused, but she felt foggy, her mind all over the place and easily lured
into concentrating on the smallest things when the bigger picture was demanding
her attention. She was starting to get the impression that it wasn’t purely
panic altering her behaviour, and that only panicked her further.
“You should
breathe.” Those three softly spoken words had her lifting her gaze back to the
man’s sober face. The moment their eyes locked, her fear subsided again and the
weight on her chest began to dissipate.
Nina breathed
slowly but steadily, drawing each breath deep into her lungs.
“Can you recall
what happened to you?” he said.
She lowered her
eyes to her bare feet, her dark stockings not quite black enough to make them
blend into the cool stone floor, and frowned as she searched for an answer to
his question.
“I remember
leaving work.” Nina looked down at her blouse, at the gash in the soft white
material, and wondered for what felt like the hundredth time what had happened
between leaving work and waking in this strange room.
Her head ached,
throbbing deeply as she struggled to capture the barest sliver of a memory,
just one moment that might help her understand what had happened to her. When
the ache became a stabbing pain that felt as if someone was pushing a hot
needle through her brain, she pressed her hand to her forehead, screwed her
eyes shut and grimaced.
A flash of a
shadowy figure blasted across her mind.
A man.
Nina raised her
chin and opened her eyes, staring across the room at the black-haired man. “You
were right. There was a man… but I can’t remember what he looked like.”
She tried but
her head hurt so much that her stomach turned, sickness brewing there as the
pain intensified. What had the man done to her? Was it drugs? Was that why her
brain was so fuzzy?
“Do you know of
any reason why someone might want to harm you?” The man took a step towards her
and fear clashed with panic again, welling up to stir the sickness in her belly
and bring bile up her throat.
She backed off a
few steps, shaking her head in denial even though her heart and head screamed
that there might be. It was entirely possible that someone was out to hurt her,
and that meant that everything the man said had happened, had happened.
Someone had
grabbed her, drugged her, and this man or someone from this house had saved
her.
Nina’s back hit
a wall and she gasped. The man’s eyes narrowed on her and she looked away,
afraid he would see the truth in her eyes. She didn’t want him to get into
trouble because of her, at least not any more than he already had.
Had he been the
one to save her?
Her throat
closed again as she thought about that, sure he must have fought the man off in
order to help her. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her palms against the
wall behind her, her fingertips clawing at the smooth surface as she tried to
anchor herself in the swirling storm of her emotions.
“I want to leave.”
She managed to get the words out but they were quiet, lacking the force and
conviction she had wanted to convey in them.
Because part of
her didn’t want to leave. Part of her feared what was waiting for her out
there. If he had sent someone to take
her once, he could send someone again. She had known him too long to believe he
would just let her go. She should have been on her guard after rejecting him.
She should have expected him to pursue her with the same aggressive intent as
he had the time she had fallen in love with him.
Before he had
crushed her.
The man’s gaze
bore into her, commanding her to open her eyes and look at him, to find the
strength to say those words with more conviction so he would let her leave.
She had to
protect him.
He didn’t know
what he had become involved in by helping her and she didn’t want him to pay
for his kindness.
Not as she had
paid for hers so many times and in so many ways.
Her Sinful 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 5 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-sinful-angel-romance-book.php
Books
in the Her Angel paranormal romance series:
Book 1:Her Dark Angel – FREE in ebook at selected retailers
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:

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