Hello! Thank you for having me today and letting me share a teaser from my new release, BLOOD OF ANGELS. I loved writing about my Southern belle, Thea, and her fallen angel, Turiel. There’s something so appealing about writing an angel as a romantic hero. I’m not sure what it is – maybe a sense of the taboo? Angels are supposed to be pure, spiritual beings, after all, not the kind to get down and dirty with us mere mortals. Is that why we love reading and writing about angels discovering love and sex? Or is there just something irresistible about a man with wings?
Well, sadly, Turiel has lost his wings, but I think if you asked him, he’d say it was worth it for what he finds with Thea… 😉 I hope you love reading their story as much as I loved writing it!
Thea Clayton knows her life isn’t normal. But even she wasn’t prepared for an angel to fall through her roof.
Turiel gave up his place in Heaven to experience true sensations for the first time in his immortal life. He didn’t realize that meant pain as well as pleasure.
Thea isn’t the only person who knows Turiel has fallen. The blood of angels is a precious thing. And some people will do anything to steal it.
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reached down between his legs, stroking himself with slow, leisurely
movements. His eyes fell shut, his shoulders relaxing, and she was
reminded of nothing so much as a cat basking in the sun, warm and
lazy. She watched his hand move, watched his shaft stiffen, and
wondered if it was an invitation to her. Last night he’d seemed so
broken, so lost, too much so for her to contemplate sex. A few hours’
sleep shouldn’t make that much difference. He still was what he was.
A miracle, a masterpiece, a fallen angel…But he was somehow also a
seas, battered around by her conflicting emotions. He opened his eyes
again, watching her watch him. A slow, shy smile spread across his
face. “I trouble you.”
answer, and when she did, her voice was throaty and trembling. “In
was spellbound. He was no Louis Lee, that was for sure. She wanted to
wrap her hands around his thick cock, wrap her lips around it, taste
that silken, golden skin. She wanted it with a fierceness that was
too much to handle and yes, it troubled her.
clothes,” she said.
seem preoccupied by it.”
studied insouciance in his voice and she found herself smiling. “I
am hopelessly preoccupied by your lack of clothes, absolutely.”
for her. He took her hand in his and guided it to his waiting shaft.
Thea gasped, breathless, as her fingers closed around him. Velvet and
warm, he was, like a well-aged whiskey made flesh, and she closed her
eyes as she stroked him, enthralled. She felt reckless, careening
towards a cliff-edge with every touch. This was the madness that
would take her, she
touch of angel’s flesh.
rapturous. “You will make me mad,” he murmured.
said nothing, growing bolder and firmer in her strokes, revelling in
the knowledge that she was pleasing him. This work of art, this
divine creature, who surely could have fallen anywhere in the world
and had men and women flock to him, he was here with her, and it was
her hand, her touch putting that shine in his face, stirring his
body. It was a powerful knowledge and it lead down a dangerous path.
What else could she do? What else did she dare do?
like that forever, him kneeling in a tangle of bed sheets, Thea
laying alongside him, her hand caressing his cock with an
ever-increasing possessiveness. Turiel sighed and whispered in that
fluid, alien language, and she had a sense of time crystallizing
around them like sap into amber. They would stay perfect and
preserved like this forever, and that might be enough…but he made
her hungry and he wanted to feel, to touch, and there was so much
more she could show him…