Born in the flames of Heaven’s wrath, he’s all things
sinful…and too dangerous to love.
An immortal guardian, Aethan’s walked alone for
millennia, trapped in a hell of his own, until a feisty mortal crosses his
path—a female he shouldn’t even look at, one who shakes the precarious
foundations of all that he is—and one who’s determined to walk the edge of
danger.
All her life, Echo Carter wanted “normal,” an
impossible feat given that she can see demons. Back in the alleyways of New York, she’s determined to hunt
down the demonii responsible for the death of her friend—and no man, no
matter how sexy, will stop her—until she discovers a horrifying truth about
herself, forcing her to turn to Aethan. But when two stubborn wills collide, a
dangerous passion ignites…
As evil closes in, will this warrior overcome his
darkest fears and claim her as his—or lose her to a far more sinister fate.
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An excerpt:
first meeting between H/h
Echo
tightened her grip on the dagger. Her gaze fixed on the stranger who radiated
menace, her stance ready for a fight.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
The cadence of his voice startled her. Like a low
rumble of thunder, it caressed her senses. A flash of heat zipped through her
veins. Crap! Was he trying to seduce her into giving him whatever it was he
wanted? It sure as hell was close to working.
She stared pointedly at the obsidian dagger he
held. “Yeah, right.”
An odd stillness seemed to come over him at her
words, then he relaxed and sheathed the blade on his belt.
Was she supposed to do the same? Too bad for him,
he would have to be disappointed. She waved him off with her dagger. “Good.
Now, get out of my way.”
There was a slight shift in those cool gray
depths. Irritation? Amusement? She couldn’t be sure, not when his expression
had the tensility of granite.
He nodded to the spot where she’d killed the demonii. “We need to talk about that.”
Echo narrowed her eyes at him. She didn’t care how
sexy that lightly accented voice of his was. If he thought for a second she was
going to tell him how she saw demoniis,
or killed the fiends, he was doomed for disappointment. People already thought
her strange. And for some insane reason she didn’t want him to think so, too.
Didn’t matter she’d never see him again.
“I don’t think so.” She stepped around him,
bypassed a stone bench, and was sheathing her dagger when he grasped her
denim-clad arm. His touch sent a jolt to her system, like a sharp tingle. It
unsettled her.
“That wasn’t a request.”
