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.”
“Ladies.”
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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