An Angel

Repent in Love - my new angel!

Cover art by Dar Albert

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele

A NEW Contract!

Repent in Love has been contracted to Ellora's Cave. I don't have an excerpt to post yet, so what I'm going to do is give you the part of Hope in Love where Uriel and Morta's fire ignited--neither of them have changed at all--the sparks between them actually becomes a bonfire!!

ENJOY!

EXCERPT:

Uri decided now would be a good time to call on the angel-general. It had been a while since he visited with Michael. If he was lucky, the Fates might be in residence. In particular, Morta.


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"What brings you from the belly of the earth?"

"Not happy to see me?"

"Uri, what do you want?" Michael asked.

"Damn, Mick, you still pissed off about Northridge?" It was worse than that, but so what.

"Northridge was the least of it. My concern came with Peru. Can’t you control yourself any better than that?"

"Hey, talk to the Father on that one. It wasn’t my idea. Earthquakes are not designed by me. I just carry out orders, man."

"And don’t call me Mick. I hate it."

"Sorrrry."

Uri had tried to get a feel for Michael’s mood. So far it wasn’t good. He couldn’t tell what the cause of it was, but a good guess would be Ramiel.

All the archangels were aware he was Michael’s favorite. They’d stopped fighting about it a long time ago. In fact, for most of them it was a blessing in disguise. He spent so much time worried about hope, the rest of them had free rein in their areas of jurisdiction.

Only one thing was on Uri’s mind right now. Low and behold. He smelled her coming. His timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Decima appeared with Nona and Morta in tow.

Yeah. He loved when a plan came together.

"Ladies, such a nice surprise." Uri beamed at the Fates as they entered Michael’s office. He faced them from his seat in a comfortable chair angled close to the desk. A ringside seat to watch Morta’s delectable ass swing across the floor. His teeth were on edge. Damn, he wanted a taste of that.

She was magnificent. Damn near six foot of pure sex appeal. Venus had nothing on this babe. Her long, straight, ice-blonde hair fell to her waist. He couldn’t count the times the curtain of it covered his dick as she went down on him. Her violet-colored eyes shuttered and sultry as they peered up at him through thick lashes. The way she would moan when he entered her from behind… Shit, enough.

It hadn’t happened yet, but it would. It was just a matter of time. And perseverance. He had nothing better to do at the moment.

As she crossed the room to join her sisters, his eyes ate her up. Closest to him, she stopped feet from his chair. His penis jumped to life and he did nothing to hide his or its delight at seeing her. Luscious pink lips were puckered and ready to take him. Hidden from view by the corner of the desk, no one could see but her that he massaged his hardness to a larger life.

She pulled her eyes from his and they drifted to his lap. With every bit of his power, he pushed at her mind. This could be all yours, baby. Say the word. He watched her cheeks flush.

Oh yeah, just a matter of time.

Morta glanced across the room as she moved to stand beside her sister Fates at Michael’s desk. Right near where Uri sat.

Of all the angels who could have been in presence, this was the one she hoped would not be here. He was a real bastard. And after the display with Osce, she’d never forgive him. Not in a million years.

But tell that to her disobedient body.

Even now the wetness poured from her at just the sight of his long legs stretched in front of him. He did nothing to hide the swollen member behind the zipper of the latest fashion slacks he wore. She wasn’t sure who would win best-dressed of the year, but it would surely be between him and Gabriel. They were both clotheshorses.

In looks, there was nobody like Uriel. She hoped the Father would not take offense, but this archangel looked like a god. In every way.

His broad shoulders filled the chair he sat in and his legs had muscles she thought could handle the weight of her, and she was no slight thing. Those arms would hold her hard and tight to a chest that rippled with definition. She’d seen him in his angel form. Uri’s shaft was blessed with length and thickness. All of which she desired more than anything else in the heavens.

She worked hard to mask the scent of sex that escaped from between her thighs. But she could do nothing to hide the look in her eyes as she met his. She was sure he’d know what she wanted. Uriel would be the just the one who could give her all she needed and more.

The scar that ran down the left side of his face only served to make him even more mysterious and handsome. How had he come by it? Neither of her sisters had the answer and the Fates were privy to everything. It had to be the Father’s doing.

His brooding sapphire blue eyes were covered by dark lashes that didn’t blink at the sight of her. His stare held her still for a moment as he ran his long fingers through thick hair as black as the bowels of the earth he protected. She watched, frozen, as his hand moved down to stroke his length through his pants. Uri did that for the effect it would have on her. She stared into his eyes and smiled at the words he put in her mind.

The great archangel of the Earth. The antithesis to everything Morta was. Uriel was darkness and she was light. And she would make certain for eternity that the two never came together.

But she couldn’t resist a little fun. It would be just between them. She melded into his mind and stroked his nipples with her tongue. Her fingers pinched the hard little nubs painfully. He gasped and the air flowed through her mind. After she gave him the feeling of her tongue and mouth savoring his balls, she squeezed them. She left them wet. He grunted with lust and desire in her mind. She let him feel the tightness of her pussy around his penis and sent him the vision of her taking him deep in her ass. That was all it took.

Uriel came in his pants.

Bitch.

Bastard.

This is a small taste of what you're in for!!

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele

Final Edit

For Rhythm of Love is completed and in my EC editor's hands.

I've been working on Book 2 in the Angels in Love series and it's going surprisingly well. I've promised myself to start nothing new, not to work on the 4 WIPs I have - this is Uri's time. He's been patient and took a lot of crap from Ram.

I listen to music and often hit on a piece that reminds me of the character/story I'm working on. Today I found Uriel's song. As The World Falls Down by David Bowie from Labyrinth is PERFECT for this angel. He's hurting because he can't have the one love he wants. But he'll be there for her as the world falls down... See it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VppuD1St8Ec

Now, to find Morta would be a big step in continuing to move forward smoothly. She's a tough cookie. I knew I shouldn't have made her so strong... *grins* This has not been an easy heroine for me. Trust me though, unlike in the past - I can't kill her damn it. She needs to be a part of the story. And I have a feeling the next lady is going to be even worse...hell and damnation.

I'm looking to complete this story by mid November.

So, until then check out my website at http://www.angelsinlove.net/ or http://www.jhalisteele.com/ to see what else is in store for you. And maybe pick up one of those wicked wild, bloodlusting cats.

Remember: Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-J. Hali Steele

Contest Time!

I've posted a picture in the sidebar to the right of the new shirt available for this contest and, no, my little boy, Wolfdancer, who is sweetly sitting beneath it does not go with the shirt. lol I received a certificate and trophy from Ellora's Cave as a 2009 Rising Star and I was so psyched. Also, you can see some pictures of the RomantiCon convention, including the Cavemen, at my Yahoo Group site and they'll be posted as part of my blog at Paranormal Romantics on Friday. I thought for sure I'd found the model who posed for Ramiel's butt on the cover of Hope in Love, but alas, no such luck. They're NICE! - but no match. If I'm lucky, Will from Ellora's Cave will let me have a picture or two for the blog Friday. I'm not a good photographer and he's the BEST! My fingers are crossed. Now I'm off to post the first of five excerpts from Hope in Love and A Panther's Flight, which will be released Friday, that will have hints you'll need to win the contest. So, let's get this party started!!

As always: Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-J. Hali Steele

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