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Detroit
In a search for a serial killer, a fallen angel and a Detroit crime boss find themselves engaging in an erotic dance of love and lust.
In punishment for rebelling against God, Celeste is banished from Heaven. She has spent centuries on earth trying to keep mortals safe from those of her brethren. As an Enforcer, she still does what she can to protect the innocents from the evil in the world.
Adam Montgomery lives on the wrong side of the tracks in Detroit as the head of a crime syndicate. He's crawled his way to the top, and nothing will keep him from getting what he wants. And what he wants is Celeste.
Yet as they try to track down a serial killer who's more than human, Celeste and Adam discover they are in danger of losing more than their lives. They could lose their hearts to each other, but is their trust enough to survive Celeste's secret?
Reno
Sometimes the biggest gamble can turn out to be the best bet.
William Bradford is a Fallen angel and a professional gambler, living in Reno while trying to keep the people who visit there safe from his insane brethren. Something's lurking in the shadows of the city, and William needs all his power to find the truth.
Abigail Hanson deals blackjack, but she hates gamblers, and William Bradford happens to be one of the best. She doesn't understand why she's attracted to him, and why she's willing to overlook his profession.
There's more to William than Abby could ever guess, but when danger comes calling for her, she's glad he's around to keep her safe.
General Release Date: 27th December 2013
Excerpt from Detroit:
Celeste stared at the skyline of Detroit. She was bone-tired. When is the torment going to end? She didn’t expect an answer, since God had turned His back on her a long, long time ago. The moment she had chosen to forsake Heaven and rebel against Him, she’d condemned herself to living without His touch in her life.
Just once, she thought, leaning her head against the window, she’d like to know there was someone out there thinking about her. Tapping her forehead against the glass, she grimaced, knowing it would never happen.
She brought her thoughts back to the problem facing her. For two weeks, a cunning hunter had stalked the city of Detroit, preying on young women. A third body had been found twenty-four hours ago, and while the police had searched for clues, none had been found. They were now desperate to find something that would reveal who the killer was. Celeste knew who had committed the crimes. Tomas was the reason she had moved to Detroit ten years ago.
At that time she had tried to connect with him, but the fallen angel had become wary through the centuries, and had learnt ways to hide from humans and Enforcers alike. Now, he was finally beginning his game, a game she hoped to stop before he killed more girls.
Stalking into the office, one of her best agents growled, “It’s like he fucking vanished, Celeste. Not one damn clue.” Al Risen slumped in his chair and glared at her. He had joined Celeste’s investigation and security business seven years ago. With his expertise, the company had become known for getting the impossible done and keeping order in the Motor City.
“Of course he vanished.” She didn’t turn to look at him. “We have a serial killer on our hands.”
Al groaned. “Do we have to deal with him?”
“You don’t. I will.”
“Hell, Montgomery has been trying to fuck you for months now. You’re playing right into his fantasies, Celeste. How do we know he isn’t committing these murders?”
“Why would he, Al? So I would have to beg for help?” Celeste laughed. “He doesn’t want me that badly.”
Al snorted. “Honey, he would do anything to have you. Trust me. I’ve seen it in his eyes.”
Celeste had met Adam Montgomery at the Mayor’s office several months ago. Before even walking into the office she had smelt the musky scent of leather, power and man. Her skin had flushed and she had felt her pussy become wet. Then she’d seen him standing by the desk.
Adam was taller than she was. He was broad shouldered and lean-hipped with skin tanned from hours spent in the sun. His unique light green eyes had focused on her. His lips were thin and slightly cruel. His light brown hair, streaked with golden highlights, barely brushed his shoulders. He’d worn his three-piece dark blue suit like he had been raised with money instead of on the streets, as rumoured.
She’d clenched her thighs and the throbbing in her clit had increased as her jeans rubbed against it. She’d tried to stay calm, but she hadn’t been able to control her body’s reaction. Her breasts had grown heavy and her nipples tightened to little pebbles. Celeste had never been so aroused, not even after an hour of foreplay, and Adam had known it. She had seen his own arousal flare in his eyes. The instant attraction had scared her.
He had asked her out that day and she had turned him down. No matter how many times he had asked since, she had said no. There was a danger in lusting after him. Celeste feared if she were to share his bed, she would lose her heart and she couldn’t afford to lose any more of it.
Celeste put the memory away when Al cleared his throat. She said softly, “I’ve already set up a meeting.”
“I’ll go with you.”
Celeste shook her head. “I have to go alone, Al. There have been three women killed. I’m willing to do whatever I have to do to catch him.” Celeste pulled her coat on and walked from the office.
“Even play the whore for a demon.” She overheard Al say as she left.
As Celeste walked to her car, she reviewed all the information she had found on Adam Montgomery. It didn’t hurt to know everything she could about the man who was going to be her partner on this case.
Adam Montgomery was the leader of the Demons, a mortal gang that owned the Detroit streets. The Demons knew everything happening in the city, crime related or not, and they had a hand in almost every crime. Celeste had heard the rumours that there were some things Adam wouldn’t allow in his city. Some crimes were too terrible for even Adam to contemplate.
Adam controlled most of Detroit by virtue of the fear that the Demons inspired. Unfortunately—or maybe fortunately—Adam didn’t know the extent of the evil lurking in the shadows of the city. She did and it scared her.
Excerpt from Reno:
William Bradford took a peek at the two cards the dealer had given him. Damn, the queen of hearts and the two of spades. Studying his opponents, he wondered if he should try to bluff his way into the pot or just cut his losses. Maybe if he checked, he would get the chance to catch something on the flop.
He knew he could cheat and read their minds to see what kind of hands they had, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to do that. There was no way of telling what kind of slime lurked in their brains and just because he could read minds didn’t mean he should. There had to be a rule somewhere in the Enforcer code stating ‘Thou Shalt Not Cheat’. One of the men raised the pot. He threw his hand in with disgust then pushed back his chair and climbed to his feet.
"I’m calling it a night, guys." He smiled at the men around the table as he gathered his chips.
"The night is still young. You usually don’t quit until the sun comes up," one of them said, even though William knew they were thrilled to see him leave.
"I flew in early this morning and came right to the tables. I haven’t seen my own bed in a week and I’d like to reacquaint myself with it." He nodded as he left.
Strolling through the Golden Phoenix casino in , William wondered what kind of desperation drove these mortals to gamble away their money and their lives. What flaw was in them that made them long to bet everything on the roll of the dice or the turn of a card? He had seen that moment happen so many times, the moment when the addictive haze cleared and horrified guilt took its place for a while, leaving grown men to weep on street corners with no money and no way to get home.
He used to give them money to help them out before he realised they would go and gamble it away again. Now he did nothing for them. But he was a fallen angel, so maybe he should comfort the most beloved of God’s creatures.
Heading to the bar, he wished he could drown his thoughts—unfortunately whisky didn’t have any effect on him. The bartender recognised him and had his drink ready for him by the time he sat down.
"Cards not falling your way, Mr Bradford?" Burt, the bartender, asked.
William laughed because, except for that last hand, the cards always fell his way, which explained why he chose to make his living as a poker player. "I’m just tired. I’ve been busy for the last week and need to catch up on my sleep."
Burt looked slightly surprised and William realised those two sentences were the most he had ever spoken to the man. He shrugged. He didn’t like talking to people. The only person he had ever felt the need to spend time with was Celeste, but now that she was attached to that arrogant mortal Adam Montgomery, she didn’t need him anymore. Burt seemed to be a good listener, but then wasn’t being a good listener a requirement to be a bartender? Burt set another whisky on the counter.
"I’m not done with my first," William pointed out.
"It’s not for you." Burt nodded towards the door.
He swung around and felt his lungs deflate as he took in the woman walking towards him.
She was petite, with an hourglass figure he would love to get his hands on. Her amber hair sparkled with burgundy highlights—the colour he’d always envisioned hell fire would be. A black and white bandana kept her hair off a face meant to break a man’s heart. Her big brown eyes reminded him of the richest Swiss chocolate. Her creamy skin was flushed and he could feel the anger rolling off her.
Her green T-shirt filled with lush breasts bared her stomach and he caught a hint of glitter at her belly button. As he ran his eyes down her legs, he imagined them wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
Flinging herself down on the stool next to him, she grabbed the whisky and slammed it back. Burt had another shot ready when she set the glass down.
"Slow up a little, Abby," Burt said as the redhead drank the second one back just as fast as the first.
"I swear if the pay wasn’t so good, I’d blow this fucking job." She ignored William.
"Thompson do it again?"
"Yeah, he grabbed my ass. He can’t believe I’d turn him down. What is it about you gamblers?" Her brown eyes shot knives into William.
He didn’t think she was looking for an answer so he kept quiet. Obviously some guy had groped her and it had pissed her off. Standing, he reached into his pocket to pay his tab.
Abby reached out and grabbed his arm, although she wasn’t sure why she was talking to the man. His bloodshot blue eyes said he hadn’t slept for days. He had all the markings of a professional gambler and was just the kind of man she had always sworn never to get involved with. The hard muscle flexed under her hand as she met his glare.
"I asked you a question."
Burt shook his head and moved down the bar. The stranger raised an eyebrow.
"You did? I thought you were stating a fact. I’m sure you weren’t looking for my opinion." His voice came out smooth and lit a fire in her stomach.
It’s just the whisky. "You’re a professional, always on the lookout for the next game. Do you know the meaning of the word no? Do you force your attentions on women?"
"Darling, no woman I’ve ever wanted has turned me down." He gave her a slow, bone-melting grin.
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