On angel wings he hauls you into hell where his master waits. Can you escape their clutches? Or will you lose your soul to the flames?
You’re a normal person living an ordinary life until you’re abruptly dragged into hell by a bunch of ‘dark’ angels. Amid the fires, you discover that you’re not normal at all. What’s more, the most evil figure imaginable—Satan himself—knows it too.
Stuck in a battle that’s been raging for thousands of years, you fight desperately to save yourself and the world from Satan’s grasp. He wants you. He needs you. He’ll do anything to have you. And to your horror, you discover that you desire him just as much. Born as his chosen ‘vessel’, you find it impossible to resist his charms—until you receive help, and love, from an unlikely ally.
Nobody can see God’s plan, particularly when it’s thousands of years in the making.
Part 3 of the Unnatural Instinct Series: the hard and fast, wacky and naughty sexual encounters between humans and their monstrous or magical lovers.
Just your average writer/reader who loves to write what she wants to read. These books are primarily for my own guilty pleasure. Feel free to see if you like them too!
I particularly enjoy slow-burn erotic romance with complex characters and dark undertones. Though I still love a raunchy quickie!
"There, up on the rooftop of a music store just ahead, is a figure. At first you think it just a person. Are they going to jump? Are they going to shoot? Then you realise there’s something very different about them. Something very wrong. You shake your head, speechless, dumbfounded. Maybe it’s just a costume. Halloween’s coming. Maybe it’s a scare tactic. Then it spreads its wings. The street echoes with another burst of screaming. You turn your head and see a second figure, it, too, with its wings outstretched. You see a third, then a fourth. They’re all around you."
"Their red eyes peer back at me as you rest peacefully in my arms. If it were early in the night when the shadows are still growing, I would be much more on my guard. I would lift you in my arms and get you away—but morning is coming. A dull grey light is slowly peeling back the darkness, pushing our enemies further and further into the corners, until the light finally reaches them and they vanish. It’s a temporary triumph; though demons shy away from light, angels do not. We’re made from it, after all, though I haven’t blazed brightly for a long time."
"The whole of his eyes have turned a deep red, like blood. Narrowed to slits, they bore into mine. I can see him trembling. His lips are pulled back into a snarl. I’m surprised he’s still maintaining his angel form, though the Jackal’s shadow grows around him. He knows he’s lost."