Angels and Arias
Book 1
Gracie Madison
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Tika Lake Publishing LLC
Date of Publication: 1/21/2015
Number of pages: 325-350
Cover Artist: Rebecca Berto
Book Description:
Madeline Noel fled war-torn Heaven to hide within the mortal world, but the blessing that could protect her from evil is the holy realm’s forbidden power.
As a talented soprano for the Eden Theatre Company, Madeline hides among prima donnas and tone-deaf flutists. Her perfect voice may entertain audiences, but a careless laugh may shatter glass, and her greatest scream can kill. To control her unrestrained voice, the angels forbid Madeline from embracing the emotions that strengthen her song. Anger. Fear.
Love.
The demon-hunter Damascus vows to defend Madeline from Hell’s relentless evil, but he cannot protect her from her own feelings. Though they deny their dangerous attraction, her guardian becomes her greatest temptation.
Surrendering to desire may awaken the gift suppressed within Madeline’s soul, and neither Heaven nor Hell will allow such absolute power to exist.
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Excerpt:
She flicked the
light to her bedroom and dropped her towel in the hamper.
“Magdala.”
Her hand merely
muffled the screeched yelp. Madeline fell backward, smacking against the
closet. She tripped and clattered into the hamper. Damascus apologized, but her
gasp shattered the perfume container on her vanity.
Madeline yanked
the towel from the laundry. The wet scrap of material wove over her body, and
she clutched the fraying edges.
Damascus’s
silence stole any sound she might have uttered.
His muscles
bound, tight and tensed, more prepared for war than the glimpse of her bared
skin. The gold in his eyes burned molten. Madeline shifted, her bare toes
gripping the carpet to prevent her from toppling over once more.
She shivered. It
wasn’t the wet hair that whispered the goose bumps along her spine. Damascus
saw far more than the thin strip of cloth hid. His gaze warmed her curves and
tickled the swell of her breasts. Her nipples hardened. She prayed he hadn’t
noticed.
He did.
The memory of
the soap in the shower tortured the twisting in her lower belly. For a single,
blissful, blasphemous moment, she imagined it had been Damascus’s hand washing
her.
She exhaled.
Damascus
growled.
His every
movement strengthened with need. The wild, uninhibited, dangerous desire would
claim them both. Madeline clamored backward, the apology shrill and muffled by
her hand.
She hadn’t
needed to speak, drop the towel, or offer any secrets. The heat smoldering low
escaped in a sigh. The soft puff promised more than she intended. She breathed
an invitation.
A seduction.
And he answered.
Damascus
shuddered. He blinked, hard, and rubbed his head.
“I apologize.”
Damascus forced his words. “I… I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.”
Madeline tugged
the towel lower over her thighs. “You didn’t know.”
“I should let
you—”
“Don’t worry
about it. Here.” She hobbled toward the
robe lying over her bed.
“Let me—”
“I’ve got it.”
Damascus’s
motions stiffened. He retrieved the robe as Madeline lunged for the fuzzy pink
arm. Her toes banged against the bedpost, and the surge of pain toppled her
into Damascus’s waiting arms.
He smelled of
the Realm, of warmth and radiance, citrus and holy incense.
Fire.
The towel
shifted, and his fingers brushed over her bare back. His calloused hands
heated, as if he wielded his sword. The heat lashed her—a punishment seared
within a delicious reward. The towel tumbled, and she pushed against him to
hide what nearly exposed.
His embrace was
everything as she imagined, the heat, the intensity of his grip, the fluttering
within her stomach and her body upon his. His hands bound a supreme authority
over her. He pressed her skin with possessive fingertips. He handled her as if
she were delicate and precious.
The shock of it
all drove her to silence.
He protected
her, but he never held her.
Watched over
her, but never touched her.
Saved her from
demons, but never reassured her.
He never mourned
with her when a Choir was killed.
Every moment
hidden far from the Realm passed in painful isolation, and he was the lone
simple comfort of home. The sweet, dangerous touch protected her more than his
sword or his distant promises. The heat settled the dissonance capturing her
mind.
The Realm forbid
their touch. A hug cried sacrilege.
Madeline closed
her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.
About the Author:
Gracie Madison would spend every day, all day writing…if it were socially acceptable. Ever since she was a little girl scribbling with a crayon, Gracie’s dedicated herself to her books and all the supernatural and paranormal, creepy and beautiful stories and characters born within the pages. Now Gracie is committed to finally sharing those books with the world. When the laptop is pried from her hands, Gracie is probably working her day job, rooting on the Steelers, or out with her husband searching for Pittsburgh’s best sushi.
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