NEW RELEASE!

HOPE IN LOVE, first in the Angels in Love series, will be released October 9th from Ellora's Cave! I'm psyched by this story and I hope you'll love the angels as much as I loved writing about them. First up is the angel of hope, Ramiel...and boy does the cover suit him! Blurb: The world is changing. Hope is fading. Darkness beckons. And one angel holds the answer. Tired of death, destruction and mankind’s race to ruination, Ramiel, archangel of hope, finds it harder and harder to care about those he’s meant to help. Now, the Fates have decreed that Ramiel must mate with Yael, an exulted human. On his shoulders rides the universe’s only hope for survival, but the ties that bind him to Yael force him to face his own unexpected reckoning. Yael, elevated to heaven to live out her days in peace, recoils from the sadness and shadows of death in Ramiel’s eyes. Yet the need to ease the despair haunting him is stronger. During nights of searing sensuality, Yael and Ramiel light an erotic fire between them that will not be extinguished. As the combined forces of the heavens try to tear them apart, Ramiel must find a way to hold on to the love he finds with Yael, or an end will come, so devastating that Heaven will drop to its knees. EXCERPT Invisible, Ram stood with his fists clenched at his side. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Yael paraded up and down in front of a mirror in the dressing room of a Victoria’s Secret. His cock nudged painfully at his zipper. What the hell am I going to do now? How could he put an end to this? Patricia held the patrons in her enthrallment and they were both selecting the skimpiest underwear in the establishment. There were bags piled upon bags from the most sought after stores in the whole of Miami. Ram was afraid to see what each bag held. There was Gucci, Vera Wang, JLO shoes. Christ, they’d bought half the city. Rather, stole half the city. “Women and shopping. It’s quite a sight to see, isn’t it?” Ram spun around at the sound of that silky voice, ready to commit murder. “This is your goddamned fault. What did you think you were doing and why did you bring Patricia here?” He watched the smile stretch wider across Raph’s face and he wanted to smack it away. “Oh come now, it’s not as bad as all that.” “Raphael, you bastard. And turn your fucking head. Do not look at Yael.” “My, my, we’ve become rather possessive of an exulted haven’t we?” “We are going to kick your ass. Get out now before I tear you limb from limb.” “For goodness sake, calm down, Ram. You’ll have a damned aneurysm. They’re enjoying themselves. While you were hobnobbing with Michael, I found the women in a bar. A nice one, but a bar nonetheless. I suggest that if you’re going to give out these powers, you should make sure the recipient knows how to use them.” “They were where?” Ram’s face was apoplectic. The veins in his neck protruded, his eyes swirled with blue fire. “I’ve kept an eye on them so you don’t have to worry.” He could no longer maintain his invisibility. Ram’s body shimmered back and forth. His fists clenched and unclenched. He wanted to rip Raphael’s head from his torso. He’d watched Yael try on clothes across the whole fucking city. He couldn’t even shield his thoughts. Raphael’s raucous laughter only enflamed him more. “Raph—” Ram saw Yael’s head tilt slightly as though she listened to something. Shit! She either heard or felt his presence. The meshing. He turned back to Raphael to see the light in his eyes and, too late, he realized he knew what had happened between him and Yael. “My, my. The great whore is meshing with an exulted…” A blue light surrounded Ram and his eyes were filled with the death of a hundred years. He snatched Raph by the front of his shirt and they both slammed into the heat of the atmosphere. Wings unfurled from their bodies, their spans dimmed the midday sun. Thunder crashed through the air and lightning glanced across the otherwise brightly lit summer sky. He dragged Raph down under the cover of the tall Spanish moss that surrounded his domain. Here they would be unheard because of his protective shields. “I will kill you,” Ram growled. “We both know you can’t do that. Shit, my wings are still shorter from the last time. I’ll tell you one thing though. You are going to stop brutalizing me. I’ve had enough of your bullshit. So what exactly are your intentions?” Raph waited. “Then get your hands off me.” “Stay away from Yael. I will not say this again.” “What are you going to do? Michael will find out and you know that. Look, I’m not your enemy here, Ram.” “What do you want?” “I want out of this rag-tag assignment of following Luke’s ass around, chasing his stinking demons. You can make Michael change that.” “No one makes Michael do anything.” “Well, you might suggest it.” “And if I don’t?” “You will, I have faith in you. Now, I suggest you get back to Yael before she steals the city blind.” Raph disappeared and left a cloud of sulfuric stench. Ram stood in the shadows of the tall trees where shafts of light ricocheted across his outstretched wings. He raised his head and released a cry to the heavens that shook his domain to the core. Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-©J. Hali Steele