Brief Synopsis:**Recommended for ages 17+** I was human once, but than I died, and when I died, I was chosen to become and angel, to protect the Earth and all of its inhabitants. Violet Ashton is a special kind of angel. She hunts the things that gobumpin the night, horrors that you couldn’t dream up even in your worst nightmares. Any creatures, or demons, which manage to escape from the Underworld are tracked down and killed. And Violet’s record is as flawless as they come, ninety-nine kills…and counting. And it’s her next kill that counts the most. Lucas Cross is many things – demon, eye candy, One of the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse, to name a few. Funnily enough, he also happens to be an ex-angel, as well as Violet’ ex-mentor and ex-lover. Which makes Violet’s mission to kill him slightly more complicated. Not only did Lucas teach her everything she knows about demons and killing them, making him a fierce opponent, but even the sight of him is enough to draw the breath from her lungs. Helooksthe same,soundsthe same even…but as much as it kills her, Violet knows hat heisn’tthe Lucas Cross she knew. He’s a demon. He’s Death. He’s her one-hundredth kill. And not even love is enough to stay her hand if it comes down to saving the world…or saving the man she used to love. Love and hate wage war as both sides – Never Dark realm and Underworld – fight for domination. Violet must decide what she is fighting for, and what she wants, before it’s too late…for everyone. A gripping tale of love found, lost, and reclaimed, Dark Wings provides readers with an irresistible world of action and raw desire. Take flight today and join the fray! (For my FULL review click here)
'"I know you were in my room last night," she said, her blue eyes narrowing.
I caught by bottom lip between my teeth, fighting against a smile and started the elevator up again. It shook for a moment before continuing its ascent.
"Maybe you were dreaming that I was in your room?" I replied, stepping towards her. "I have that effect on people."
She made no attempt to keep me away as I pressed her hard against the elevator wall. Staying in control was difficult. I could feel the pulse of my blood and the need to be even closer. Subtly, I inhaled the sweet strawberry scent of her shampoo and fought against the urge to comb my fingers through her red locks...or take her in the elevator. The way her chest rose and fell told me that if I were to make a move on her she'd have a hard time not reciprocating. She tried to shove me, but it was hard for her to use any strength from her legs in those heels.
"I wasn't dreaming."
I pressed harder against her just to get under her skin a little more. "Prove it."
Violet exhaled in frustration and pushed the palms of her hands against my chest. "Can you not be so obnoxious for five god damn seconds?"
I curled a lock of red hair around my index finger and took a step back, letting it fall back down to her chest. "Okay, fine.
She folded her arms tightly across her chest. "I was not dreaming."
I smiled. Like a cat that grows tired of a worn piece of string, I no longer felt the need to play with her. "No, you weren't dreaming. I was there."
"Why?" she demanded.
I felt my inner demon rear his head. "Your persistence is getting rather annoying."'
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