"Fallen
Angel is a dark, tasty appetizer with echoes of "The Sopranos."
It's like picking up a Lindt truffle on your way out of the store.
There's just enough to wake up your taste buds, or in this case, other parts
due south." - Margo's Red Light District
"Gritty,
sexy and with a strong but vulnerable female lead. Fallen Angel is a
surprisingly good read." - Ingrid Hall
"Is
Jess going to get sucked into a world with Nick that will destroy her or will
she bring Nick to the other side and they find happy ever after? I will be
grabbing the next book soon. I need to know more about this story and what the
future holds." - TBird, Crystals Many Reviews
"Fallen
Angel is a quick and sexy read. I hope to get the chance to read the next
installment. I want to know more about Nick and the dangerous games he's
playing. - Angela, Crystals Many Reviews."
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Blurb:
Jess
loved Nick with every fiber of her being. But would love be enough to compete
with the dark, sinister business he ran? Nick never lied to her about the life
he led. In fact he never lied to her about anything. Now she realizes every bit
of his words were true.
He was the sexiest, scariest, most dangerous man she had ever met.
And now, it seems…the danger was hers as well.
Passion, lust and emotion explode in part 3 of Fallen Angel, with a cliffhanger that leaves you shocked, stunned…and wanting more.
He was the sexiest, scariest, most dangerous man she had ever met.
And now, it seems…the danger was hers as well.
Passion, lust and emotion explode in part 3 of Fallen Angel, with a cliffhanger that leaves you shocked, stunned…and wanting more.
***Fallen
Angel is a mafia romance serial novel released every 4 to 6 weeks, at
approximately 8000 to 11000 words each. Due to sexual content, implied and
actual scenes of abuse, violence, organized crime, language and frequent
illegal drug use, we recommend this to mature audiences, ages 18 and over, who
are comfortable with this subject matter.***
Excerpt:
She and Nick watched in
silence as the doors shut.
As
soon as the SUV pulled out of sight he swept her into his arms, taking her
mouth quickly. His lips soft, silky, demanding against hers. His kiss was
probing, hot, searing with fire, tasting of wine and cigars.
Jess
gasped at the furiousness of it all. It was so fast, intense. She wanted his
cock inside of her now. He made her feel like no other man could, a raging
inferno of sexual heat the moment he laid a single finger on her.
Her
mouth closed on his, alternating between meeting his tongue and biting his
lips. She furiously kissed him, her hands skimming down his chest to clutch the
sides of his suit jacket. Reveled by his strength, she slid the jacket down his
arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. Licking softly over his lower lip, she
unknotted his silk necktie flinging it across the room.
Nick’s
tore his mouth from hers, gripping her hair at the nape of her neck. Pulling
her head back, he looked into eyes. Slowly backing her against the window. The
coolness against her hot skin, mixed with the heat radiating from his body sent
shivers through her.
“Carlo. Leave us. Now.”
Carlo
quietly bid a hasty retreat from the room.
Nick
turned back to Jess. “I fucking missed you, kid.”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
“You
have no fucking idea how much I want you.” He whispered against her lips. “Just
the thought of coming inside of you is making me hard.”
Alisa
Anderson
well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff.
only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least
she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize,
partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly
out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey.
you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug
might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual
love of poor grammar.
she lives for a world full of controllable
anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine
needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look
like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises.
variety. gotta have variety, right?
but alas...apparently that exists only in johanna
lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of
humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart
go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of
course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe
you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it.
so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have
suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the
attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already?
sheesh! and she did. :)
Cameron
Skye
When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a
Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen's terms is basically finding
the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating
vivid, intense characters you will never forget.
She believes while life can take you down every path
but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.
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