Bad ass dark angel Rafe is sent back in time to destroy the woman who is fated to bring untold chaos to the cosmos. Instead he finds Celeste, a child of the Earth Goddess, who is sworn to protect the one Rafe seeks. He mistakes her for his quarry, but an irresistible attraction prevents him from taking her soul. And although Celeste holds the one weapon capable of banishing Rafe from Earth forever, she's unable to deny the overwhelming desire to possess this creature from hell. They come together in a frenzy of passion, each believing they are changing destiny by their actions. But when the Earth Goddess appears they discover her plans are more far reaching than either had imagined.
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|Title of eBook: Touch of the Demon|
|Release Date: 03-14-2012|
|Publisher: (Indie Author)|
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Touch of the Demon
Touch of the Demon
Rafe sprawled across the black leather chair, one foot propped against the edge of the natural stone coffee table. He eyed the other occupant of the opulent library in disbelief. “You’ve got to be joking.”
Mammon extended his magnificent indigo wings. A clear insult, even after all this time, but Rafe refused to rise to the challenge. After all, it had been almost a century since Rafe had lost his wings in an ill-advised wager with one of the Sirens. And while the subsequent fuck had been mind-blowing, it hardly compared with losing his bloody wings.
“The humans are pissing me off.” Mammon undulated his wings, each feather shimmering with its own iridescent glow. Rafe tightened his grip around the Waterford crystal glass and resisted the urge to sling the contents in Mammon’s perfectly sculpted face.
It would be a criminal waste of two hundred year-old whiskey.
“So what else is new?” He swallowed the priceless spirit and savored the way it scorched his throat and heated his stomach. “Humans were created with the sole intention of pissing us off.”
Mammon paced across the illegally acquired semi-sentient rug, then paused in front of the custom built fireplace. “The fucking gods are pissing me off as well.”...