#TheDarkKnightsofHeaven #Fallenangels #paranormalromance
Breanna Thorn spent the last ten years fighting demons with her twin brother Sam, and she’s damn good at it. But at twenty-three all she really wants is a normal life with dating, college, and quiet. To balance the life she wants and the life she has, Bree studies demons and other supernatural creatures in hopes of better understanding the enemy. When she meets fallen angel Bass, Bree encounters a complication she never saw coming—love.
Bass’ persona of hedonism begins to crumble when he meets Breanna. She’s beautiful, intelligent, a kick-ass fighter and the vessel for his immortal soul. He knows he’s no good for her but no matter how hard he tries to make Bree hate him; she keeps finding a way into his heart. He’ll do anything to keep her safe even if it means giving up everything he is.
After their parents are killed by monsters, demons, Sam Thorn focuses his life on protecting his sister and hunting the creatures that changed their lives. Now he finds himself swept up in a world where he’s surrounded by monsters and at risk of losing his sister—something he cannot, will not allow. When the rage burning inside him breaks, free Sam finds he is a greater danger than the monsters he fears.
Hogart once walked the halls of Heaven, now he battles with voices in his head driving him further and further into madness. Being taken in by his fellow fallen angels, The Dark Knights, is both a blessing and a curse. Their energy quiets the demon within him, but now he is permanently housed with the twins Sam and Breanna. The voices insist he kills them; his heart says otherwise.
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Her grandmother would be appalled.
She hoped he would say yes.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” Bass’ voice wavered.
Bree’s head snapped up. “Huh? Why?” She bit back the hurt burning her throat. “I mean we’re both fully clothed adults. Not like I’m asking you to sleep with me. Just share the cot.”
Seriously! Why wouldn’t he want to sleep with me?
Bass took a step back. “First off that thing was barely big enough for me. Seriously I surprised it didn’t already fall…”
“Excuse me! Just how much do you think I weigh?”
“That’s not what I meant.” Bass continued to backpedal until he hit the door. “I just meant when we were both sitting on it. If weight was an issue…”
“So you won’t share the cot with me because I’m fat?” Her voice hitched up an octave.
“Wait. What? I never said you were fat.”
“Look. That thing is old, shaky, and ready to fall apart and too small for two people let alone someone as big as me. You take the cot, and I’ll take the floor.”
Bree’s cheeks heated like third-degree sunburn. She’d been acting like he rejected her sexually. “I’m sorry. I’m tired and…”
“You’re tired, and the soul-bond is affecting your emotions, and you’re vulnerable.” Bass took three quick steps forward and had Bree up against the wall, her arms pinned above her head before she even realized he’d moved. “Be thankful I said no. I’m just the kind of bastard to take advantage.”
In the next breath, he had his mouth slanted over hers, his tongue seeking entrance. Bree sighed and gave in. Even as her own tongue tried to take control of the dance, her body melted against his, vibrating with need and hunger. Deep inside her, something tightened and then burst, her energy slowly draining away.
All too soon the surge of heat and electricity vanished, and Bass was back on the other side of the small room, panting. “Maybe I should relieve Rail from patrol. Being out in the snow might be a good idea.”
Before Bree could respond Bass was gone. She hadn’t even seen him move or the door open. He’d just vanished. Falling forward she caught her balance on the edge of the table and slowly sucked in a deep breath.
Taking a shaky step towards the cot, Bree realized two things. One, Bass was the best kisser in the world. And two—even though she was far from being a virgin—she’d just had her first true orgasm.