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266 pages, Paperback
First published May 19, 2013





“There’s a gray area, one we all step into. And that’s okay, I think. We’re not immune to emotions.”
“He appeared as if he'd walked through fire, his clothes singed and his bare feet scorched. He was rough and rugged, his voice slightly gritty, like worn sandpaper.(…) Despite his unsettling exterior, he seemed more human than she’d expected him to be, a fact that unnerved her.”


“She found something in me, something no one else could see. She cared, when no one else gave a damn. She tried, when everyone else said it was pointless.”
“Something jolted inside of her at that moment, something astonishing, something brand-new. She brought a shaky hand up and ran it through his dark hair. Every part of her touching him prickled, pins and needles under her skin, like it was waking up for the very first time.”
“…time passes, and memories fade, but a beating heart never truly forgets anything. Never.”



***4.5 Angel stars***

“Everything I’ve felt,There is no other author, who will make you fall in love with an ultimate bad boy like J.M Darhower (of course there’s also pepper winters), and you will fall hard alright! This author has my utmost respect for taking such a sensitive subject and making it into a beautiful love story of angel and her forbidden love.
everything I’ve been through,
doesn’t compare to what she gave me.”
“What’s that?”
Love.










"
Lust was his favorite sin, without a doubt.


He plunged inside of her, filling her in one hard stroke. The breath caught in Serah's throat (...)
Lucifer's mouth went straight for her neck, licking, and sucking the exposed flesh as he plowed into her, his hips slamming into her thighs. (...)
"Do you like that?" he murmured against her mouth. "Does it feel good to have me inside of you, fucking you?"
"Yes," she panted, a shiver tearing down her spine at his filthy words.
"Not good enough," he growled. (...)
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The world isn’t always black and white. Sometimes, it’s gray, and sometimes that gray explodes into colors you never knew existed before.
There’s a thin line between good and evil. There’s a gray area, one we all step into. And that’s okay, I think. We’re not immune to emotions. Just promise me you won’t ever step past it. You won’t ever let it consume you. That you’ll be careful.
"Maybe I'm the enemy. Maybe I'm evil. Maybe I am this Satan creature you make me out to be, the one the kids up top call the devil.There are always two sides to every story and no person is one-dimensional. That what we presume to be pure evil, may be influenced by good. That what we presume to be pure good, may be tainted with tiny specks of evil.
But, then again, maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm just misunderstood, and you'll never know because you refuse to have an open mind about it."
I have you – my brother. As long as I have you, I'd be a fool to ask for more.While she is devastated by this loss, she gets orders from God to go the gates of Hell and try to establish a truce with the Devil. His name is Lucifer, but we can call him Luce. This assignment brings Serah face to face with the creature that’s supposed to want to destroy the world. Soon she sees the good in him too and realizes that there are two sides to him.
There were two sides to him, two vastly different beings somehow coexisting within one body. There was Satan, the red-eyed demon, who lashed out in anger and invoked evil… and then there was Lucifer, making the best of what he'd been given, still finding color in a dark, dark world.
Say what you will about Lucifer, but one thing is undeniable: he was the first to defy destiny. And being the first to do anything takes guts.
I’d rather endure an eternity of pain by choice than feel nothing forever by force.This story will surprise and shock you. There were many twists that I didn't see coming and the story was intriguing to say the least. The messages were subtly conveyed in an astonishing and beautiful story about love, sacrifice and two extremes that violently collide. Nothing in this world is black and white.
We’re the gray area, angel.





"You want to talk to me angel? You want to have that conversation? Come back when you don't stik so fucking much."Apparently she smelled like Michael :).
As hastily as he'd emerged, he vaporized, disappearing back into the blackness, leaving her alone.
"No, tell me," he continued. "I want to know how your, uh, extracurricular activities with Mikey haven't landed you right down here with me. Last time I checked, sweetheart, lust was still a sin."Good question, right :)?

He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, savoring the sensation that swarmed his body.
Lust was his favorite sin, without a doubt.
"Do you know what it's like to want something so badly, to need it, to feel like you can't go without it, only to have it dangled right in a front of your face? That torture, that mental torment, is worse than any physical pain you may perceive, angel, stronger than any fucking tingle my brother may bestow upon you when you take your dress off for him."She didn't know. But if you were her, wouldn't you want to find out, especially after he put it that way ;-)?

"Tell me your body doesn't ache at the thought of me between your thighs, on top of you, inside of you, giving you what my brother never could-real feeling, the kind of feeling that makes you scream loud your throat feels like it's bleeding. Agonizing pleasure, the kind that torments your every thought, driving you to the brink of insanity only to pull you right back from the edge, over and over and over again. Unbearable pleasure, the kind that makes you beg for it to stop, but the moment it's over, you feel like nothing but empty, useless shell-a shell that needs more."Bastard, right :-)?

“It’s not black and white," he said. "If it were, I wouldn’t be here right now, and neither would you. We’re the gray area, angel. We’re the pieces of the puzzle they don’t know what to do with, the pieces that don’t quite fit into their perfect little picture, so they choose to discard us, to keep their image untainted,but we can only be ignored for so long.”



“Someday she’d remember, she swore. Someday she’d know his name. Someday she’d know hers. And someday, she’d know why: why he haunted her every thought, why, when she looked into his eyes, she felt like she was home. Because time passes, and memories fade, but a beating heart never truly forgets anything. Never.”


"Everything changes eventually, not necessarily for the bad, but not always for the good either...The world isn't always black and white. Sometimes, it's gray, and sometimes that gray explodes into colors you never knew existed before."
"She'd watched thousands - millions - of humans fall in love, watched as emotion consumed every ounce of them, controlling their every thought and altering their very being. To know such passion would be glorious."
"I'd rather endure an eternity of pain by choice than feel nothing forever by force."
"Not only was I forced to remember, but I was cursed with something that made it all much, much worse - empathy....That torture, that mental torment, is worse than any physical pain you may perceive, angel, stronger than any fucking tingle my brother may bestow upon you when you take your dress off for him."



