Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Repent in Love

I have a release date! May 20, 2015

Book 2 in the Angels in Love series.
Uriel, angel of repentance, wants Morta, the one woman he cannot possess. She is the Fate who holds power over life and death. A brief fling with her is not enough. He needs more than a warm body to extinguish the flames of desire—he needs to have all of her, body and soul.
Morta has burned for Uriel for centuries. But it can never be. She is forbidden to align herself with anyone, especially an angel. After a few fevered nights in Uri’s arms, she knows there will be no repenting for her sin. Morta cannot let go of the only being in the universe who rocks her world.
Only one other angel has violated a similar commandment and survived. Now Uriel must risk his life and find a way to do the same.
A Romantica® erotic fantasy romance from Ellora’s Cave
Watching Nony’s wheel incessantly spin threads of life grated on her nerves. Morta shuddered as she tried to shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. She couldn’t stand the squeaking noise any longer. “Why don’t you oil that decrepit piece of shit?”
The wheel came to a complete stop and her sister peered up at her. “Are you feeling well, Morta?”
“I don’t know… Something isn’t right.” A deep sigh left her calmer. “I’m sorry, I just feel unsettled. It’s like a black cloud is hanging over my head.” A nervous laugh slipped out. “That’s such a human thing to say. Nony, what’s happening to us all?”
“Things change everywhere. They must change here also for us to continue to benefit mankind.”
“You sound hopeful.”
“I have faith.”
“I wish I had as much as you.”
Nony smiled at her. “Follow your heart, it’s strong and true.”
Morta wished it were that easy. She’d feel so much better if she could only see Uri and know that he was all right. Something happened last night, something she was unable to discuss with her sister. It didn’t matter. She didn’t understand it herself; how could she explain it to anyone else? “I wish it were that easy.” She nibbled at the tip of her fingernail. “Tell me about Marmaroth.” Mort had to be careful and not make the questions personal. Her sister would answer if it pertained to them all.
“There isn’t much to tell. God has always placed safeguards in his plans for the universe. He knew these trying times would come.”
“Why was he given power over us?”
“Does it really matter? If it wasn’t him it would be someone else.” Nony’s wheel squeaked back to life and threads were once again tied together with her magic. “I think he’s rather dashing, don’t you?”
“Nony! He holds the power of life and death over us. How could you think he’s anything other than a threat?”
“Morta, I only commented on his looks.”
“Make sure it stays that way.” Somewhere in the mess of twines were her and Uri’s threads. Why oh why couldn’t they be bound together? The same feeling she’d had at the lingerie store came over her. Morta’s skin prickled and grew warm. Shit! “Nony…”
“I feel it sister, Decima will arrive shortly. Together we are stronger.”
Morta noticed Nona’s hands shake slightly. Her sister feared nothing but the Lord. What was this? At least she found her voice, something Morta couldn’t do.
“Marmaroth, welcome to our home. It’s been a long, long time.”
His golden hair was pulled back into a severe plait and showed the hard angles of his face. Today he wore black slacks with a white shirt open to show a smattering of hair and myriad color lines crisscrossing his muscular chest. Morta took in the fact that his dark blue eyes sparkled at Nona while his lips curved in a sensuous smile of pleasure.
She was drawn to the latticework of lines on his torso and wanted to see more. Mentally shaking herself, Mort tried unsuccessfully to concentrate. Her sister Fate’s voice sounded far away. What the hell? Their voices droned on and on but she couldn’t understand a word they said. Nona’s cheeks were bright red. Where was Dec? She should have been here by now.
“Morta, last time we crossed paths, your lover wasn’t very nice.”
He was talking to her and she needed to answer, needed to pretend everything was normal.
Thank God Decima appeared. “Marmaroth, I see my sisters have welcomed you to our home. It’s good of you to drop by,” she said.
Morta glared at the angel, acutely aware that although he spoke to her, he remained focused on Nona whose spinning wheel now stood eerily silent.
“It’s always a pleasure to visit with three very lovely women.” Finally, he turned and pierced her and Decima with a strange look.
“How can we assist you?” Dec’s words hung in the air.
“This is a necessary visit, however, there’s no reason to be so on edge.” He glared at Morta.
“What?” Mort’s fist clenched and her nails dug painfully into her palms. The chill she released in the air gave away how tightly she was wound.
“Michael has trained you well. Even as a small child you were the frosty one.” He spun back to Nony who didn’t divert her eyes.
What was going on with her sister and Marmaroth?
“Decima, you understand this must be?”
“What’s he talking about?” Morta’s skin grew a thin sheet of ice. Flinching she looked at her hands and saw shards of ice forming at the tips of her fingers.
“You’d be no match for me so don’t think about it.”
Nony stood and moved slowly around her wheel. Waving in the air, she fashioned a loose black shirt shot through with silver threads and said, “You will be safe. Wear this to keep warm.” She helped Morta don the sparkling shirt and spun on her heels to look at the angel. “Touch a hair on her head, harm her in any way, you will never see the light of day again.” Nona touched the tips of her fingers to Marmaroth’s cheek. “She is my sister.”
He smiled at Nona, took her hand and kissed the very same tips that had rested on his face. “I only need to talk with her alone.” He jumped back and glared at Nona. “That wasn’t necessary.” Smoke drifted from his lips. Still gazing at the Fate who spun life, he added. “I’ve always loved the fire in your soul.”
Before Morta could move, she was whisked into a black hole and carried through the air. She couldn’t see anything and her throat felt constricted. She tried to scream but there was no sound. And there was nothing when she reached with her mind for Uri.
God help me.

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.

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