Pop Tart was a little fluff of nothing. When the windblown blonde had stalked out barefoot from Ariel’s house, muttering under her breath and fighting with the Vera Wang knock off, Gabriel had reluctantly felt intrigued. He hadn’t recognized her right away in the dark until she’d turned and widened those baby-blues at him in fright. There had been a number of pictures of Daniel Montenegro II posing with the girl, but ther...

Four months later… Abigail rubbed her temples, her headache growing by leaps and bounds the closer the car drew to the Montenegro estate. Thankfully, the chauffer didn’t try to strike up any conversation. She had much to contemplate. Her sister Mikayla had done it again; disgraced the family with her ungodly behavior. It wasn’t enough she’d taken Abigail’s childhood boyfriend away, now she was bedding some god-forsaken ro...

Prologue Gabriel entered the dimly lit room. Machinery whirred and blipped. His sweet grandmother lay in a nest of wires and tubes, her silver hair a frothy halo around her head. She looked so frail, this woman who’d raised him with an iron fist. She’d wiped his nose, swatted his behind when he misbehaved, and soothed his fears when the nightmares had threatened to overwhelm him. She’d been his rock, his fuel, backing him...

The mood had definitely been broken. She felt sleepy when they re-entered the empty cabin. Ashriel held her close and kissed her languorously. “You look tired,” he said, his deep voice giving her chills. She smiled and murmured, “It’s been quite a day, sweetie.” With one hand, he pulled the comforter from her body and then gestured for her to climb on the huge bed. She watched him climb in after her, his naked body moving...

Slowly Lucien turned his head, letting her see his profile. His eyes glowed like Devon’s, but they were set in an emaciated face that was battered and bloody. He began to growl and stir, rising from his perch to stalk slowly toward her. “Get out,” he snarled. Her heart clenched in sorrow at the sight of him. He looks so lost, she thought in despair. So lost. He stopped advancing and just stared at her. “How can I be lost,...

Anniel’s wolf sense warned her of danger. The light link she had to Seth tightened and bloomed more powerful. What’s going on? I can feel your apprehension. Anniel looked around the claustrophobic elevator at the big Hazdraec and two Gorgundts. They’re taking us to their boss. I don’t like this, but they still have Eriel— she replied telepathically. I’m coming over— Seth stated. But what about Rayne? You’re going to leave...

Devon had moved Alpha 7 and, as a result, they were not very far from Rhylos now. Hide in plain sight—he’d said—though not really. They were in a dead solar system, orbiting a large gaseous planet that glowed deep red. It had hundreds of moons and a thick ring circling its middle for miles. Ashriel stared longingly at Alpha 7 as the replacement starcruiser Devon had acquired for Natanael shot forward. Only a half hour had...

Anniel blinked at the darkness around her. Most reapers could open portals, like Devon. She wondered if Amaranth could open one to Alpha 7. She really needed Remi’s healing fire. She was tired of not being able to see. “I know it's none of my business, but why are you so mad at Ash? What did he do?” Anniel smoothed her hands over her belly. Her bump was still small, but it filled her with bittersweet longing. Pregnant aga...

They arrived at the palace, but right away, Ashriel could tell something was wrong. Alarms were blaring and red lights flashed everywhere. His anxiety over Anniel’s safety went up ten more notches. Eriel got up in his face, as if he could see Ashriel’s eyes through the black goggles they wore. “Are you in kill mode? You’re in kill mode, aren’t you?” Ashriel clenched his fists and fought the urge to slap Eriel. “Get away f...

Anniel startled awake and tried to sit up, but she was wrapped in a heavy blanket—a blanket made of black feathers. She frowned and gasped when muscular arms pulled her back against a sculpted chest. Against her ass, she felt a hard cock. She couldn’t help the groan that erupted from her lips when teeth nipped the back of her neck. Without even thinking, her hips automatically tilted back in invitation. Ashriel gripped he...

It was instinct, the urge to plant his boot in the reapers chest and shove her away, but he held himself back. She was female, and even though she’d taken advantage of him, he couldn’t ever forget a male should never hurt a female. Again, Anniel disappeared, to his chagrin. She probably hated him now more than ever. His fingers gripped the armrests of his pilot’s chair. “Get off me,” he bellowed, startling Amadashiel. She...

The following day, a few more reapers arrived, along with Davariel’s weredragons, Drakken, and Eriel. Eriel was not the same angel Ashriel remembered. He looked solemn, somber. He hung back and barely uttered a word. When Natanael approached him about their upcoming mission, he merely nodded. “You okay, Erie?” Natanael asked putting his hand on his arm. “I’m fine,” Eriel replied. “He’s depressed,” Remuel sighed walking up...

Ashriel frowned. The plate of waffles and sausages looked so tempting and the taste Anniel had given him still lingered in his mouth, as well as the taste of her lips. So delicious. That was bad. He needed to be strong. He needed to do what was right. Unable to help the grimace that contorted his face he sighed, staring at the plate of prinut. But what about Anniel’s food. It would be sinful to throw away perfectly good f...

“Don’t touch her,” he roared, enraged, as he settled between his brother and the woman he loved. He gave Garethiel a shove in case he didn’t comprehend his order. Anniel’s hands came up against his spread wings when he stepped back into her, clasping her hip to keep her behind him and out from Garethiel’s sight. After having callously deflowered her and then walking out as if she meant nothing, the thought of Garethiel pu...

Darkness surrounded Ashriel. He’d stripped himself naked, bathed in the waters of the Pool of Sorrows and then knelt on the Rock of Offerings with his wings spread out as far as he could stretch them. The water running down his still wet body and the chill night air made him shiver, but he kept his eyes on the horizon. Seraphia’s three moons cast a silvery path upon the calm ocean water below Mount Chielos, where the holy...