Release Date: December 2016
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Ebony has spent the last two hundred years trying to escape the Underworld, because who she is doesn’t match what’s in her heart. Being a demon that has a pure heart is unnatural, and those around her, mostly her family, want to keep her imprisoned for the rest of her life.
While escaping, she saves an angel imprisoned in the Underworld and the course of her entire life is change from the moment she meets the mysterious angel, Simon.
With the help of the Promiscus Guardians, and their lesser known subgroup, the Underground Guardians, Ebony is set on a path that will lead her to discovering the true depth behind her power, the value of her pure heart, and a life worth living. But will her undeniable connection with Simon lead to her undoing?
I had never touched anyone before, so I was only made all the more curious by it when Simon’s body tautened under my inexperienced hand, shuddering against me in a way that tantalized my own body beneath his. It was a powerful sort of feeling to have such an authority, a man who commanded many with his words and actions, weakened in some manner under my touch. It made me eager to do more; to see what I might be able to do to an angel of his caliber.
It made me hungry for more.
I nibbled my lower lip as my fingers slipped around the curve of his chin, feather-light over the strong column of his neck, which was as strained as his body was now. I watched avidly as the notch of his Adam’s apple bobbed against my fingers the instant I touched where it rested. A breath escaped Simon’s lips, drawing my gaze to his face once more.
“Is this okay?” I inquired, voice barely above a whisper. “Am I allowed to touch you like this?”
Simon’s laughter reverberated against my body, causing my hand to jerk away. His smile had grown as he shifted into an upwards position, hand breaking loose every button on his cream colored shirt and stripping the material of it away. His strong chest, which clenched and smoothed with his movements, was exposed to the pure light as Simon discarded his shirt, half sitting upwards between my legs. He took the hand I had recoiled with his sudden laughter and led it to his chest, flattening my palm against the warm skin.
“Touch anywhere you please, Ebony,” he offered with a daring grin. “Satisfy your curiosity.”