Awakened by a Demoness, the tenth book in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton's hot paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release of this awesome milestone in the series, she's holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY and sharing sneak peeks of the book.
Enter the Awakened by a Demoness international giveaway (ends June 5th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate by using the Rafflecopter form at the end of this post or at her website, where you can also download a 4 chapter sample of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/awakened-by-a-demoness-paranormal-romance-book.php
Here's more about this forbidden romance between a powerful angel warrior and one very sassy wicked demoness, including an excerpt for you to sink those teeth into!
Awakened by a Demoness (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 10)
Felicity Heaton
Asteria of the Second Legion of demons has messed up. Royally. With a capital everything. Certain that her dark lord is about to end her in the most painful way imaginable, she's stunned when the fallen angel offers her an uncharacteristic shot at redemption and determined not to fail him again. With her life on the line, she sets out on a mission that sounds easy but proves to be far from it when a hot slice of angelic eye candy comes storming into her life, stirring dangerous desires and tempting her more than any male before him.
Fifth Commander of the Echelon, the highest order of angels in Heaven and those responsible for hunting demons, he will allow nothing to stand in the way of fulfilling the mission he began close to a century ago so he can finally return to his home. On the verge of securing the half-breed he has been hunting, he can almost taste victory until a sassy demoness struts into his life, awakening wicked needs and forbidden hungers that will test him to his limit.
When their mission brings them on a collision course, can they fight the fierce heat of the passion that blazes between them to claim a victory for their side or will it burn their resistance to ashes and set their hearts on fire with a love both forbidden and eternal?
Awakened by a Demoness is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/awakened-by-a-demoness-paranormal-romance-book.php
In Eternal Mates Book 10, Author Felicity Heaton continues to excite and draw the readers in with the antagonistic and sassy Asteria as she spends her time throwing the Fifth Commander of the Echelon off balance. The interaction between these two is hot and hostile throughout the whole book.
This story shows what one would see as a no win situation between these two enemies who come to want each other but can not have each other. For me the further I got into the book, I kept asking myself how could this possibly turn out with an angel whose soul job is to kill demons and a demoness who will die if she fails to retrieve the half-breed.
I really enjoyed how saucy Asteria kept pushing the Fifth Commander of the Echelon's button (who she named Rey much to his shock). Even when she was concerned she kept up a brave face and I liked that part of her personality.
Rey was so stiff and proper that I just couldn't get any feeling for him till about half way through the book which was pure genius on the part of the author. His holier than thou attitude was perfect for him being an angel who destroys evil. At the end wow what a hero he was and the reader will be shocked at the resolution between Rey and Asteria.
I give this 5 STARS and recommend it to anyone who love a good Paranormal Romance.
An copy was gifted in exchange for an honest review.
My Reviews Of The Eternal Mates Series ~
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Book 1: Kissed by a Dark Prince ~~~ Not Reviewed
Book 2: Claimed by a Demon King ~~~ Not Reviewed
Book 3: Tempted by a Rogue Prince ~~~ Not Reviewed
Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar ~~~ My Review
Book 5: Craved by an Alpha ~~~ My Review
Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat ~~~ My Review
Book 7: Taken by a Dragon ~~~ My Review
Book 8: Marked by an Assassin ~~~ My Review
Book 9: Possessed by a Dark Warrior ~~~ My Review
Book 10: Awakened by a Demoness ~~~ My Review
Book 11: Haunted by the King of Death ~~~ My Review
Book 12: turned by a TIGER ~~ My Review
Book 13: tamed by a TIGER ~~ My Review
Book 2: Claimed by a Demon King ~~~ Not Reviewed
Book 3: Tempted by a Rogue Prince ~~~ Not Reviewed
Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar ~~~ My Review
Book 5: Craved by an Alpha ~~~ My Review
Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat ~~~ My Review
Book 7: Taken by a Dragon ~~~ My Review
Book 8: Marked by an Assassin ~~~ My Review
Book 9: Possessed by a Dark Warrior ~~~ My Review
Book 10: Awakened by a Demoness ~~~ My Review
Book 11: Haunted by the King of Death ~~~ My Review
Book 12: turned by a TIGER ~~ My Review
Book 13: tamed by a TIGER ~~ My Review
Awakened by a Demoness ~ Excerpt
The new fae town was quieter than the one he had left in Fort William, situated in a cavern beneath a country estate outside London. He strolled through it, scanning the faces of everyone in the witches district. This fae town stood apart from the others he had visited around the world, the districts bearing huge ornate arched signs across the street at their entrances and each looking slightly different from the others.
The witchesí district was near the main entrance of the cavern, below the steps that led down from the tunnel into it, and consisted of square flat-roofed white-washed buildings of different heights tightly packed together. Narrow cobbled arteries ran between them, and on the main shopping streets, the colourful canvas canopies that reached out from each store almost touched in the centre of the road.
To the right of the witchesí district was one he would be sure to avoid unless absolutely necessary. This fae town had a demonsí district, made up of single storey buildings constructed of black wooden beams with white plaster in the space between them, and crooked tiled roofs. Smoke curled lazily from many of the chimneys, drifting high into the air and dissipating near the jagged roof of the cavern.
He lifted his gaze from the people moving along the busy street in the witchesí district and pinned it on the far end of the cavern, where it curved. Tall buildings hugged that curve, each a different colour, banners hanging from their walls. One of the buildings, a crimson four-storey monstrosity with balconies on almost every window, housed succubi.
Whenever he visited this town, he kept his distance from them. He wasnít interested in the wares they peddled, or falling foul of their abilities to lure a man into their beds against his will, making him feel he wanted it.
On the left of the bordello was a blue building bearing long cerulean and silver banners streaming down its front. It belonged to a tiger shifter pride, one who kept to themselves for the most part. To the right of the bordello was a dull grey building belonging to a clan of ogres. He wouldnít be surprised if the succubi used their charms on the ogres. The poor males were not blessed with beauty, meaning few females outside of their own species were interested in them.
Near the tiger prideís building was a cream haphazard one with a black banner hanging down the right of the facade, and heíd had to ask the local witches about that one. It turned out that many different cat shifters called it home now, a makeshift pride for those who had none.
To the far left of the curved back wall of the cavern stood a three-storey black building. A tavern. He had been forced to secure lodgings there, despite the number of demons who frequented the place. It had been the only available room in the town, so he would have to put up with how his mark throbbed with a low burn the entire time he was in it. The last time he had visited this fae town, there had been a small inn run by witches at the other end of the cavern near the entrance steps, but they had closed their business and moved on, leaving him with no choice other than lodging with demons.
He curled his lip in disgust, caught himself and sighed as he purged his emotions and cleared his mind.
He returned to searching for his target.
He had received a report from Heaven that had given him this town as her next location, which unnerved him, because he had overheard one of the males in the Scottish fae town giving the demoness the same information.
He pushed thoughts of the demoness out of his head and focused back on his mission. He had a flawless record when it came to his missions and his duty as an Echelon, and he was not going to allow a demoness to swoop in and ruin things for him now. This mission was important to him because it was important to Heaven, and he would not fail. He would find the half-breed first, before the demoness could corrupt her.
He had left for this town as soon as he had heard one of her informants mention it, able to teleport here because he had visited it before. It was slightly different now, with the new factions occupying the buildings at the far end, but similar enough that he could easily find his way around. The witchesí district hadnít really changed, and it hadnít taken much effort on his part to rekindle old relationships with the females who peddled their potions and spells along the streets.
The last store he had stopped at had spoken of another coven, one filled with males, and he was heading there now.
The black cross on his wrist itched and then began a steady burn. He scowled at it, clenched his teeth and bit back a growl as he realised what it meant just a second before a demon walked out of the alley ahead of him.
Dear lord, he wanted to cut her down.
Infuriating demoness.
She looked stunned for a split second as her blue eyes landed on him but recovered quickly, flicking long black hair over her bare shoulders and sauntering towards him. Her tartan pleated skirt bounced with each step and matched the trim on her small black corset top, and the ribbons threaded through the tops of her stockings. The red complemented the ink of her tattoo and he resisted the temptation to look at it and chart each swirl and curve that traversed her right thigh and the dip of her waist between her skirt and corset.
ìWhat are you doing here, Rey?î she said, her voice all light when all he could feel from her was darkness.
Darkness that made his gift urge him to eradicate her. She was a threat, a demon, and it was his duty to end her.
He tamped down that hunger and regained a sliver of control over his Echelon instincts, enough that he could take in what she had said, and frown at her in response as her use of a word for him perplexed him.
Rey?
ìI am the Fifth Commander of the Echelon and you will address me as such, if you must address me at allÖ which I would prefer you did not.î He swept past her, barely stifling the urge to lash out at her as it rose back to the fore.
He gritted his teeth and shoved it back down inside again. Covert. His target was coming to this town, might be here already among these witches, and he was not going to ruin this chance to secure her because a demoness had riled him.
Said demoness bounced beside him, so close that his skin flushed hot on his left side. He edged away from her but she moved closer again. Persistent, irritating female.
ìYou didnít answer my question, Rey.î She hopped in front of him and he had to stop dead to avoid colliding with her.
He flashed his teeth at her and ducked down the alley on his right. A mistake. The alley was small, barely wide enough to accommodate him, but that didnít stop her from trying to get back in front of him. She squeezed past him, her bare skin brushing his, and another unsettling shiver ran through him and his skin burned where she had touched him. Repulsion. That was all that sensation was. Nothing more.
ìI am not here to hunt demons,î he said and glared at her when she stopped in front of him, forcing him to stop too because his only other option was to squeeze past her and he was damned if that was going to happen. He would not touch her. ìI will gladly deal with you if you insist on annoying me though.î
She shrugged. ìWhatever, Rey.î
He curled his fingers into fists, sought some calm amongst the storm of his emotions as it raged out of control. He drew down slow deep breaths, filling his lungs and waiting for the fury to pass. She was provoking him on purpose. She was attempting to annoy him and was evidently taking pleasure from it. Her smile was proof of that.
The demoness was enjoying ruffling his feathers.
He would not give in to her and give her the pleasure of seeing him angry.
He stared her down and some of her amusement fled her face, turning it sober. ìWhy do you insist on calling me Rey?î
She shrugged again. ìWhy do angels insist on having no names? It makes things so difficult. It must be hell trying to get someoneís attention in Heaven.î
He folded his arms across his chest, which rather than intimidating her into answering him only seemed to delight her and draw her eyes down to his body. Black bled into the edges of her irises and the blue blazed so brightly her eyes glowed in the low light of the alley.
He unfolded them and shoved his hands into his pockets. Another mistake. He had thought it would make things better, but it only made them worse.
Her eyes dropped with his hands, landing on his crotch.
ìWhy do you insist on calling me Rey?î he bit out again and she blinked and looked up at him, fine black eyebrows lodged high on her forehead, a confused edge to her eyes, as if she had forgotten everything that had happened in the past five minutes while she had been gawping at his body.
She casually rolled her right shoulder, and then flashed him a wicked grin. ìItís a play on the Spanish word for kingÖ you knowÖ because youíre a royal pain in my arse.î
He huffed at her. He did not find that amusing.
She responded by holding her hand out to him. ìMy name is Asteria.î
It was his turn to arch an eyebrow. ìAfter the Greek titan?î
She nodded and beamed until he shook his head and sighed.
ìA demon does not deserve the name of a mortal goddess of old.î
Her face blackened, her hand dropped to her side, and her pupils turned elliptical in the centre of her now-black irises and blazed gold fire at him.
ìTell that to my parents, whoever the fuck they were.î
He had hit a sore spot, and for some reason it left him reeling, feeling something for her that wasnít disgust or hatred.
While he didnít remember his family, he had learned of them from those who had known them, and he felt that heíd had a family. It seemed that Asteria hadnít and it made him think about how he would feel if that was the case for him, and he found himself balancing on the verge of doing something ridiculous.
Apologising.
Angels did not apologise to demons.
He looked down on her, his head held high, seeing her for what she was. A demon. Just because she was female, it didnít mean she was any different from the countless other demons he had met and eradicated. None of those had given him the impression that they cared about others. This was probably another ploy to get under his skin but it wouldnít work.
She was a demon. She did not care that she had never known her family. It was a lie.
Even when part of him knew it was the truth and the hurt in her voice had been real.
He turned away from her, striding down the alley back towards the main road of the witchesí district. She was still a moment, drifting into the distance, but then she started following him again. He wanted to bellow to the heavens. Instead he prayed for patience, enough to stop himself from cutting her down. His right hand twitched.
He shoved it in his pocket.
She caught up with him a few metres along the main street, dancing between the various fae and witches as they came and went. When she twirled in front of him, her tartan pleated skirt swirled upwards and outwards, flashing black lace-edged panties at him.
He gritted his teeth, pinned his gaze straight ahead and did his best to ignore her.
It became impossible when she bounced ahead of him, her fall of straight onyx hair jumping with each step. The gold-to-red stripe down the right side of her hair came into view as she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled saucily. Her short fangs snagged her red lower lip, teased it in a way that made him feel she was trying to tease him too.
He shook his head and ignored her attempts to taunt him, and fixed his gaze over her head. It was difficult when she stood over six foot, taller than many of the males who were ogling her as she passed. Some eyed her black horns where they protruded from her hair but most were staring at her breasts or thighs.
Personally, he found his eyes drawn to her stiletto boots and his mind drawn to pondering how she managed to bounce along the cobbled road in them without landing a foot wrong and ending up on her backside. They looked impossible to walk in, let alone bounce or run, the black spikes of her heels at least four inches in length.
She twirled to face him, her red lips curved in another wicked smile. ìYouíre staring again, Rey.î
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
ìWondering how my boots would feel with the heels pressing into your bare arse as you pound into me?î
His right hand twitched in his jeans. Of course she noticed it.
Grinned.
He glared at her and dared her to say something.
The witchesí district was near the main entrance of the cavern, below the steps that led down from the tunnel into it, and consisted of square flat-roofed white-washed buildings of different heights tightly packed together. Narrow cobbled arteries ran between them, and on the main shopping streets, the colourful canvas canopies that reached out from each store almost touched in the centre of the road.
To the right of the witchesí district was one he would be sure to avoid unless absolutely necessary. This fae town had a demonsí district, made up of single storey buildings constructed of black wooden beams with white plaster in the space between them, and crooked tiled roofs. Smoke curled lazily from many of the chimneys, drifting high into the air and dissipating near the jagged roof of the cavern.
He lifted his gaze from the people moving along the busy street in the witchesí district and pinned it on the far end of the cavern, where it curved. Tall buildings hugged that curve, each a different colour, banners hanging from their walls. One of the buildings, a crimson four-storey monstrosity with balconies on almost every window, housed succubi.
Whenever he visited this town, he kept his distance from them. He wasnít interested in the wares they peddled, or falling foul of their abilities to lure a man into their beds against his will, making him feel he wanted it.
On the left of the bordello was a blue building bearing long cerulean and silver banners streaming down its front. It belonged to a tiger shifter pride, one who kept to themselves for the most part. To the right of the bordello was a dull grey building belonging to a clan of ogres. He wouldnít be surprised if the succubi used their charms on the ogres. The poor males were not blessed with beauty, meaning few females outside of their own species were interested in them.
Near the tiger prideís building was a cream haphazard one with a black banner hanging down the right of the facade, and heíd had to ask the local witches about that one. It turned out that many different cat shifters called it home now, a makeshift pride for those who had none.
To the far left of the curved back wall of the cavern stood a three-storey black building. A tavern. He had been forced to secure lodgings there, despite the number of demons who frequented the place. It had been the only available room in the town, so he would have to put up with how his mark throbbed with a low burn the entire time he was in it. The last time he had visited this fae town, there had been a small inn run by witches at the other end of the cavern near the entrance steps, but they had closed their business and moved on, leaving him with no choice other than lodging with demons.
He curled his lip in disgust, caught himself and sighed as he purged his emotions and cleared his mind.
He returned to searching for his target.
He had received a report from Heaven that had given him this town as her next location, which unnerved him, because he had overheard one of the males in the Scottish fae town giving the demoness the same information.
He pushed thoughts of the demoness out of his head and focused back on his mission. He had a flawless record when it came to his missions and his duty as an Echelon, and he was not going to allow a demoness to swoop in and ruin things for him now. This mission was important to him because it was important to Heaven, and he would not fail. He would find the half-breed first, before the demoness could corrupt her.
He had left for this town as soon as he had heard one of her informants mention it, able to teleport here because he had visited it before. It was slightly different now, with the new factions occupying the buildings at the far end, but similar enough that he could easily find his way around. The witchesí district hadnít really changed, and it hadnít taken much effort on his part to rekindle old relationships with the females who peddled their potions and spells along the streets.
The last store he had stopped at had spoken of another coven, one filled with males, and he was heading there now.
The black cross on his wrist itched and then began a steady burn. He scowled at it, clenched his teeth and bit back a growl as he realised what it meant just a second before a demon walked out of the alley ahead of him.
Dear lord, he wanted to cut her down.
Infuriating demoness.
She looked stunned for a split second as her blue eyes landed on him but recovered quickly, flicking long black hair over her bare shoulders and sauntering towards him. Her tartan pleated skirt bounced with each step and matched the trim on her small black corset top, and the ribbons threaded through the tops of her stockings. The red complemented the ink of her tattoo and he resisted the temptation to look at it and chart each swirl and curve that traversed her right thigh and the dip of her waist between her skirt and corset.
ìWhat are you doing here, Rey?î she said, her voice all light when all he could feel from her was darkness.
Darkness that made his gift urge him to eradicate her. She was a threat, a demon, and it was his duty to end her.
He tamped down that hunger and regained a sliver of control over his Echelon instincts, enough that he could take in what she had said, and frown at her in response as her use of a word for him perplexed him.
Rey?
ìI am the Fifth Commander of the Echelon and you will address me as such, if you must address me at allÖ which I would prefer you did not.î He swept past her, barely stifling the urge to lash out at her as it rose back to the fore.
He gritted his teeth and shoved it back down inside again. Covert. His target was coming to this town, might be here already among these witches, and he was not going to ruin this chance to secure her because a demoness had riled him.
Said demoness bounced beside him, so close that his skin flushed hot on his left side. He edged away from her but she moved closer again. Persistent, irritating female.
ìYou didnít answer my question, Rey.î She hopped in front of him and he had to stop dead to avoid colliding with her.
He flashed his teeth at her and ducked down the alley on his right. A mistake. The alley was small, barely wide enough to accommodate him, but that didnít stop her from trying to get back in front of him. She squeezed past him, her bare skin brushing his, and another unsettling shiver ran through him and his skin burned where she had touched him. Repulsion. That was all that sensation was. Nothing more.
ìI am not here to hunt demons,î he said and glared at her when she stopped in front of him, forcing him to stop too because his only other option was to squeeze past her and he was damned if that was going to happen. He would not touch her. ìI will gladly deal with you if you insist on annoying me though.î
She shrugged. ìWhatever, Rey.î
He curled his fingers into fists, sought some calm amongst the storm of his emotions as it raged out of control. He drew down slow deep breaths, filling his lungs and waiting for the fury to pass. She was provoking him on purpose. She was attempting to annoy him and was evidently taking pleasure from it. Her smile was proof of that.
The demoness was enjoying ruffling his feathers.
He would not give in to her and give her the pleasure of seeing him angry.
He stared her down and some of her amusement fled her face, turning it sober. ìWhy do you insist on calling me Rey?î
She shrugged again. ìWhy do angels insist on having no names? It makes things so difficult. It must be hell trying to get someoneís attention in Heaven.î
He folded his arms across his chest, which rather than intimidating her into answering him only seemed to delight her and draw her eyes down to his body. Black bled into the edges of her irises and the blue blazed so brightly her eyes glowed in the low light of the alley.
He unfolded them and shoved his hands into his pockets. Another mistake. He had thought it would make things better, but it only made them worse.
Her eyes dropped with his hands, landing on his crotch.
ìWhy do you insist on calling me Rey?î he bit out again and she blinked and looked up at him, fine black eyebrows lodged high on her forehead, a confused edge to her eyes, as if she had forgotten everything that had happened in the past five minutes while she had been gawping at his body.
She casually rolled her right shoulder, and then flashed him a wicked grin. ìItís a play on the Spanish word for kingÖ you knowÖ because youíre a royal pain in my arse.î
He huffed at her. He did not find that amusing.
She responded by holding her hand out to him. ìMy name is Asteria.î
It was his turn to arch an eyebrow. ìAfter the Greek titan?î
She nodded and beamed until he shook his head and sighed.
ìA demon does not deserve the name of a mortal goddess of old.î
Her face blackened, her hand dropped to her side, and her pupils turned elliptical in the centre of her now-black irises and blazed gold fire at him.
ìTell that to my parents, whoever the fuck they were.î
He had hit a sore spot, and for some reason it left him reeling, feeling something for her that wasnít disgust or hatred.
While he didnít remember his family, he had learned of them from those who had known them, and he felt that heíd had a family. It seemed that Asteria hadnít and it made him think about how he would feel if that was the case for him, and he found himself balancing on the verge of doing something ridiculous.
Apologising.
Angels did not apologise to demons.
He looked down on her, his head held high, seeing her for what she was. A demon. Just because she was female, it didnít mean she was any different from the countless other demons he had met and eradicated. None of those had given him the impression that they cared about others. This was probably another ploy to get under his skin but it wouldnít work.
She was a demon. She did not care that she had never known her family. It was a lie.
Even when part of him knew it was the truth and the hurt in her voice had been real.
He turned away from her, striding down the alley back towards the main road of the witchesí district. She was still a moment, drifting into the distance, but then she started following him again. He wanted to bellow to the heavens. Instead he prayed for patience, enough to stop himself from cutting her down. His right hand twitched.
He shoved it in his pocket.
She caught up with him a few metres along the main street, dancing between the various fae and witches as they came and went. When she twirled in front of him, her tartan pleated skirt swirled upwards and outwards, flashing black lace-edged panties at him.
He gritted his teeth, pinned his gaze straight ahead and did his best to ignore her.
It became impossible when she bounced ahead of him, her fall of straight onyx hair jumping with each step. The gold-to-red stripe down the right side of her hair came into view as she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled saucily. Her short fangs snagged her red lower lip, teased it in a way that made him feel she was trying to tease him too.
He shook his head and ignored her attempts to taunt him, and fixed his gaze over her head. It was difficult when she stood over six foot, taller than many of the males who were ogling her as she passed. Some eyed her black horns where they protruded from her hair but most were staring at her breasts or thighs.
Personally, he found his eyes drawn to her stiletto boots and his mind drawn to pondering how she managed to bounce along the cobbled road in them without landing a foot wrong and ending up on her backside. They looked impossible to walk in, let alone bounce or run, the black spikes of her heels at least four inches in length.
She twirled to face him, her red lips curved in another wicked smile. ìYouíre staring again, Rey.î
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
ìWondering how my boots would feel with the heels pressing into your bare arse as you pound into me?î
His right hand twitched in his jeans. Of course she noticed it.
Grinned.
He glared at her and dared her to say something.
Awakened by a Demoness is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.
Find all the links, a fantastic 4 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/awakened-by-a-demoness-paranormal-romance-book.php
 Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too. If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you're looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series. If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places: |
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