Guess what? There are only two weeks until DANGEROUS ANGEL releases!!! *flails* I’ve got a giveaway planned (more on that later in the week), but in the meantime, it’s time for another snippet.
Nikita, the heroine of DANGEROUS ANGEL, is about as pragmatic as they come. Originally from Cuba, she was orphaned during a dangerous crossing from Cuba to Miami when the craft she and her mother were on sank. She was the only survivor of that doomed trip, and it was a time in her life that left more than a few scars. Flights of fancy and fairytales don’t fit into her no-nonsense way of looking at things, so when Kyle’s Nephilim world merges with hers without any warning, Nikita has no way of coping with the insanity that’s unleashed…
“Mama?” Nikita hadn’t meant to speak. To call out to a dead woman was insane. To see a dead woman standing no more than a few feet away, smiling in welcome and happy acceptance that had always glowed in her dark eyes, was lunacy.
This couldn’t be.
This shouldn’t be.
“Ah, Nikita. Look at you, all grown up.” That light in the chocolate-brown eyes she remembered reached out to twine around her consciousness until it was all she could see. “I knew you would be such a beauty. A beauty worthy of having the world at her feet. You make your mama so proud.”
Nikita shuddered while the words tore a jagged sound from some dark hole deep inside, that secret place she’d tried to hide even from herself. It was where she housed the hopeless yearning to hear her mother’s voice. To see her mother’s smile, a smile that meant everything was going to be all right.
To have the chance to say, one last time, I love you.
“Mama.” Nikita felt something spatter her cheeks, and at first she thought it was rain. Then she realized that after nearly two decades, the tears she’d never let fall were escaping at last. “Where… How can you be here? I saw you. I saw what happened to you. To everyone.” Again the screams rang in her ears, while that terrible feeling of something squeezing her consciousness twisted deeper. Her stomach somersaulted queasily as the dread and horror came back in a rush, as vivid as the day when her mother…had…had…
“You’re dead.” Shaking. Dear God, she was shaking so hard she didn’t know how much longer she could remain upright. “I saw you die. I screamed for you to come back. I screamed until I didn’t have any voice left. But you didn’t come back. You couldn’t.”
Her mother spread her arms wide, both a plea and a beckoning. “My bond with my only child isn’t so weak that it can just vanish. Don’t let the past confuse you, Nikita. Just believe that I’m here for you now.”
“But…” Memories of churning, endless water. Screams. Redness. It all jumbled together in one long ribbon of chaos. Feverishly she clamped her hands to her head before it could blow apart. “This can’t be real. This can’t be real.”
“Do you not love me anymore, mi hijita?”
“Don’t say that.” This time she couldn’t stop the flinch as her hold on sanity eroded, until she couldn’t remember what she was trying to hold on to. “Please, please don’t say that. I’ll always love you. Siempre…”
“My last word to you. You have it tattooed on your back now so you would never forget.” Again she held out her arms. Her smile was better than coming home. “Come, Nikita. Aren’t you happy to see me? Didn’t you miss me?”
“You’ll never know how much, Mama. I’ve been so alone without you.” The grief welled up like a poison that had no antidote, swamping the last of her reason. This was her mother, an answer to an old prayer, the one person she’d longed for with a futility that had crippled her in her younger years. She’d dreamed of this impossible moment for so long it had become a wound that had never fully healed
With a sob of tortured joy, she stepped into the awaiting embrace.
Icy coldness emanated from the inside out as the arms locked around her. While the yearning within her cried at last, at last, a strange alarm sounded through the layers of wanting to believe. Her mother’s embrace had always been warm, loving. It had never failed to chase the bad things away.
But this was…different.
Sound interesting? Here’s the blurb for DANGEROUS ANGEL, up for pre-order now:
Book four of the Earth Angels series
Miami's best bounty hunter, Nikita Tesoro will do anything to collar a fugitive, including stepping into a stripper's stilettos for the night. Outsmarting her rival Kyle Beaudecker is just a bonus. Despite the sexual tension sparking between them, Nikita keeps a professional distance from "Hurricane" Kyle. After all, she can't get hurt if she doesn't care.
A descendant of the archangel Barakiel with the power to harness electricity, Kyle should be focusing his energy on tracking down a demon that may be hiding in the human realm. But he's a lover, not a fighter, and he'd much rather use his special talents for pleasure: specifically Nikita's. And teaming up to find a bail jumper means spending lots of time together…
But when their case takes a turn for the demonic, Kyle can no longer hide his true nature from Nikita. He'll do whatever it takes to win her heart—even stop the apocalypse. But he can't do it alone.
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