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April 1, 2019
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Generations ago, he died for her. Now, it’s her turn.
Pride kept them from looking at one another, but their bodies could not lie. Recognition lived in their souls, rekindling memories of passion, love, betrayal….and death.
Apache Elder Aidan Stringfellow, V, is a very wealthy man with one wish – to free his only son, the brilliant, yet abrasive David, from the curse that has plagued his family for generations. When his controversial plan for a cure is revealed, shock and disbelief are only the beginning, for David has deadly, yet beguiling secrets of his own.
Choosing to honor Aidan’s wishes, David and Katala unwittingly awaken an ancient evil desperate to lay claim to the last-born Stringfellow – David. The tumultuous consequences of a vengeful pact spanning generations, defies time, tradition, and death itself.
Katala finds herself falling in love with a man whose gaze and touch ignite long-forgotten passion, propelling her to fight for his life. She unearths one devastating clue after another on her winding journey toward the truth, but unseen forces escalate their attack as truth collides with myth. Clinging desperately to her own sanity, she must find a way to reconcile the two, for even her own identity comes into question. Trust no one. Not even David.
Time is running out. Promises will be kept, and if the devil has his way, souls will be claimed.
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March 20, 2019
“Devil’s Claim” Mega Excerpt: 36-Page Sample
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Generations ago, he died for her. Now, it’s her turn.
Pride kept them from looking at one another, but their bodies could not lie. Recognition lived in their souls, rekindling memories of passion, love, betrayal….and death.
Apache Elder Aidan Stringfellow, V, is a very wealthy man with one wish – to free his only son, the brilliant, yet abrasive David, from the curse that has plagued his family for generations. When his controversial plan for a cure is revealed, shock and disbelief are only the beginning, for David has deadly, yet beguiling secrets of his own.
Choosing to honor Aidan’s wishes, David and Katala unwittingly awaken an ancient evil desperate to lay claim to the last-born Stringfellow – David. The tumultuous consequences of a vengeful pact spanning generations, defies time, tradition, and death itself.
Katala finds herself falling in love with a man whose gaze and touch ignite long-forgotten passion, propelling her to fight for his life. She unearths one devastating clue after another on her winding journey toward the truth, but unseen forces escalate their attack as truth collides with myth. Clinging desperately to her own sanity, she must find a way to reconcile the two, for even her own identity comes into question. Trust no one. Not even David.
Time is running out. Promises will be kept, and if the devil has his way, souls will be claimed.
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March 3, 2019
“Death’s Shadow” Excerpt
Excerpt
She lost sight of her purpose as she fell, tumbled—out of control—into the depths of her own personal Hell. There would be no sleep tonight, restless or otherwise. Brianna stepped out onto the fire escape. Tabby curled around her feet as usual while she sat, gazing and thinking back to her arrival in the city. It seemed so long ago now. So much had happened.
She remembered feeling compelled to come down from grad school. When she came to the city, she came to bury her sister. Images of her sister’s face flashed before her, scarred and bloody, a reminder of her mission, her purpose. When she arrived at the apartment, the first thing she did was shower and taxi to the hospital to make arrangements for her sister, but no one knew anything about her twin, nothing about Tatianna Denton.
Admitting had no records. Nothing in the ER. The ambulance service knew nothing. She had checked everywhere, unable to shake a strange feeling of déjà vu. Tatianna hadn’t been dropped at the doors to the ER, so where was she? She had no doubt her sister had been killed. She felt it, a deep hollow inside her, and yet there was no body. Even now, no body had been found, and Brianna was starting to believe it never would. Horror movies were too often based on true stories, and the ways to get rid of bodies were endless.
She remembered feeling exhausted. She had raced down from Davis, scared, panicked, three o’clock in the morning so anything could have been truth, she’d thought at the time, but there was one thing she knew for sure, even then – she would have to come to terms with her sister’s death, and the only way to find closure was to find her killer and make him pay.
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March 2, 2019
A Sneak Peek Into My Sweetheart’s Mind Revisited
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First things first, he’s never gonna read this because he hates social media, so don’t worry. LOL. So (rubbing hands together) let us begin. He doesn’t say much, but when he does, it’s obvious he’s forgotten he’s talking to a writer. Nearly everything he says or does will eventually show up in one of my books or…how ‘bout an entire article ALL ABOUT HIM.
Today I’ll take you on a quick, forbidden stroll through his rather complex mind and share some of his “words of wisdom.” His Birthday was yesterday so he greatly deserves this honor. Most are self explanatory, but I’ll translate them anyway just because it’s so much darn fun.
Number 1 – “Never eat or drink with or from anyone (we ARE wtill talking about food and drink here) you don’t know or trust” – I enjoy eating out a lot. He’s just a tad paranoid, would be thrilled if I ate out less, and he’s a chef with numerous food allergies. Need I say more?
Number 2 – “Never offer your opinion unless someone asks for it” – You can probably guess where this one came from since I must admit I’m full of unsolicited opinions where he’s concerned. He found my suggestion that he get rid of his ugly plaid flannel shirts particularly distateful; however, I’m sure you’ll side with me when I remind you that we live on the Gulf Coast, the temperature seldom drops below 40°, and well, despite his words of wisdom, the shirts are gone now – all of them. Purrr
Number 3 – “Never explain your actions unless you’re talking to your Mother” – I know. Deep, right? I asked the dreaded question “why?” one too many times and this is the response I got when he couldn’t think of an acceptable explanation. On a serious note, his mother passed last year so guess who he feels compelled to explain himself to now, whether I ask or not…
Number 4 – “Keep your blinds and curtains closed all the time” – “Because,” he went on to say, “someone is ALWAYS watching.” – That’s just creepy. Was he trying to protect me? Or just freak me out?
Number 5 – “Umph! Why’d you cut the man’s head off?” – This in reaction to the new covers for my “Orlosian Warriors” series as well as other covers with headless, shirtless men. My response: “They didn’t have one.” – The look he gave me was priceless! Bwahahaaa!
Number 6 – “Work with what you’ve got” – Okay, this could mean so many things, but he’s managed to squeeze an entire thesis into five words. He spouted off this particular gem one day when I was complaining about how much easier men lose weight. In other words, don’t waste time complaining about something that will never change. Set realistic goals and make the most of your assets. *Sigh* He was right.
On a final note, and yet another clue as to why he’s my Sweetheart – On the heels of his brilliant philosophy (number 6 above), he promptly developed a weight training program just for me, taking my health problems into consideration. He also takes it upon himself to monitor my progress. Sweetie still hasn’t agreed to be a cover model for me yet, but I’m working on him (so I can cut his head off, too. LOL
There are so many more priceless statements where these came from, and I’m sure you have material of your own.
Please do share some of the complexities of your Sweetheart’s mental processes. I’d love to hear them so we can all laugh together – D
Better Late Than Never: Annual Vision + Giveaway
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This year took off with the speed of a cheetah! I was so engrossed in projects that I didn’t have time to think about my goals for the year, let alone share them. With that in mind, one goal has already been met, and that was for “Wings of the Wicked” to make the USA Today bestsellers list. Now, it’s all about writing more entertaining stories, and that includes building a stronger selection in the psy-suspense/mystery sub-genre.
Thank you again for everything you did to help with “Wings of the Wicked”
February 28, 2019
“Three Days From Hell” Now Available for Pre-order
A gift, a posh bed and breakfast, and a one-night-stand with a hesitant demon on leave from Hell could be just what she needs to save her life.
Can a punishing angel, a magical matchmaker, and a few moments of passion break the chains of Hell?
Kushiel, one of three punishing angels, and warden of a special league of assassins, has many secrets. One of his best kept secrets is an assassin called Hunter.
Deemed too dangerous to live among other wards of third Hell, let alone the general population of humans, Hunter resides in an isolated corridor of Hell. Unlike most of his cellmates, Hunter is allowed short periods above-ground, three-days, to be exact, each time to rectify a horrible wrong, meting out Kushiel’s justice.
Orphaned in her teens, Anitra just wants a normal life – to feel safe – but when dark secrets rise from her past, she escapes to an exclusive resort to get away from it all.
Anitra’s inhibitions take a vacation when she meets Hunter, but can a permanent resident of third Hell be trusted?
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February 27, 2019
“Death’s Shadow” Meet Priestess Erzulie
“Death’s Shadow” is a cross-over psychological suspense/mystery with romantic elements, and it’s available now! The supporting character, Priestess Erzulie adds a colorful paranormal element to the story.
Born to a family of Vodouin priestesses, Erzulie hails from Haiti. She takes a special interest in our heroine, Brianna Denton, and plays an integral role in helping her find the right path. Erzulie appears to be in her early thirties, but she speaks with the wisdom and experience of a much older soul because actually, she has lived for centuries, using her supernatural gifts to help others.
Blessed with the gift of ‘second sight,’ she notices Brianna early in the story and they develop a friendship. She knows intimate details about Brianna’s life long before our young heroine understands, and their friendship serves to shine light on the underpinnings of Brianna’s conflict.
Priestess Erzulie
Be sure to check out my Musings post about “Death’s Shadow” and grab your copy of this unique story. I’ll be back to tell you more backstory about Priestess Erzulie as well as other characters from the story.
January 17, 2019
Wings of the Wicked Excerpts: “Arija and the Burning City” by Zachary Paul Chopchinski
Arija and The Burning City
by
Zachary Paul Chopchinski
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Blurb:
In a city of angels and demons, we learn who the real monsters are.
If Arija has to chase Kip down one more time, she just might kill him. But when she finds herself in the most beautiful city she’s ever seen, is it a paradise or is it hell?
Adal can’t believe he let Arija go into the portal alone. When he goes in looking for her, he finds himself in a hellscape. With a demon around every corner, Adal must find his girlfriend before it’s too late.
But someone watches from the shadows.
When heaven and hell collide, Adal and Arija must figure out who is there to help and who is a demon wearing an angel’s face. Will they solve the puzzle before it’s too late?
You’ll love this twisted tale reminiscent of The Labyrinth because of the betrayal, the temptation and the edge of your seat action.
Excerpt:
“Rowan, Matilda, please splay this creature out so we may start the ritual.” Ara winked as she stepped away from Adal.
“Hold up!”
Matilda and Rowan each grabbed him by the hip and swept his feet out from underneath him. As soon as he hit the ground, the sisters pinned him to the floor.
“This will be fun,” Ara said as she sauntered back over to him.
“Yeah, not that I wouldn’t find it the funniest shit ever, but I kinda need to ask you to not cut his dick off.”
Ara cocked her head to the side, her eyebrows knitting together.
Ypsilon pushed through the crowd of succubi, her hand poised over her pistol.
“You wish to spare this one his fate?” Ara asked in shock, not looking the slightest bit concerned.
Adal’s eyes lit up at the sight of his friend. Thank God for that crazy bitch! Now get me the hell out of here.
“Well, not particularly. He’s kinda a huge dick, and shaving some off might make him more tolerable, but that will put a damper on my plans. So, here’s the deal: you let my associate keep his junk, and I won’t kill all of you. Fair?” Ypsilon said with a smile.
“Who is this girl?” Matilda asked, digging her nails into Adal’s arm.
“She’s not mortal. I cannot smell her soul,” Rowan added.
Adal muttered under his breath, “You can’t smell something that isn’t there.”
“Really, Adal?” Ypsilon shot him a look of daggers. “Not the best time to be a smartass! If you want, I can wait until after your trim to save you.”
“Nah,” he grunted. “Just got it the length I like it.”
Ypsilon rolled her eyes before turning back to Ara.
Adal had to trust she would get him out of this. On her home planet, Ypsilon was chief of the smartest gang for a reason. She kicked ass and knew how to get her way. But how she planned to escape a room full of hundreds of demons was a question he couldn’t answer.
“Enough of this! Why you don’t have a soul is irrelevant. I will tear into your chest and remove whatever heart you have. Then I’ll feed it to your man before removing his juicy bits,” Ara warned, turning all of her attention toward Ypsilon.
“I don’t give warnings more than once. Let him go. If you don’t back the fuck off, I’m gonna hurt ya’.” Ypsilon took a step toward Ara. Her head came up to the demon’s shoulders.
“You foolish creature. I will teach you your place, you snarky bitch,” Ara spat.
A small smile played at the edge of Ypsilon’s mouth. It was gone so fast Adal wasn’t even sure it was real. His stomach tightened, his nerves on edge as his friend squared off with the succubus. Adal didn’t even hear the gunshot, the boom and muzzle flash almost masked by the panicked and infuriated howls of the spectating mass of succubi.
Ara’s head rocked backwards as an oily substance erupted into the air, spraying the floor all around her. Adal only noticed that Rowan and Matilda had let go of him when his arms smacked against the dark marble floor.
Ypsilon’s eyes were at half-mast as she relished in what he presumed was her first kill of the night. The look of pleasure on her face as she watched the smoke plume from the end of her gun’s barrel was enough to make him grateful she was on his side.
“God, I hate the word bitch.” Ypsilon turned and swung her gun back and forth between Rowan and Matilda who were shrieking at the death of their leader.
Everyone else in the room stood frozen.
“Anyone want a shot at the title of whore queen?” Ypsilon questioned as she looked from Matilda to Rowan and back again.
She flipped Bangarang around her finger like a pistol in a western before expertly sliding him into his holster. “What’s it gonna be, ladies?”
Matilda looked to Rowan, her lips curling into a snarl. “We will spill your blood, little girl.”
The two succubi charged at Ypsilon. “For our sister,” they shouted in unison.
She didn’t even flinch. In fact, Adal thought he could see a hint of a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. As Rowan reached her, arms outstretched like a zombie in a Romero movie, Ypsilon dropped and rolled the succubus over her shoulder, slamming her into the floor.
Matilda swiped her claws, catching Ypsilon in the arm.
“Mother fucker,” she yelled as she punched the succubus in the face. “Really? We’re scratching now?” She hit the demon with another hook to the head.
Matilda stumbled backward, colliding with several of the spectators. One woman in the crowd jumped in front of Matilda, growling at Ypsilon, but Matilda raised a hand and the woman returned to her place.
Ypsilon turned her attention to Rowan. The red-head came at her with a spin kick, hitting her in the side. Ypsilon stepped back to avoid the full hit, but tripped over Ara’s body, landing just next to Adal.
“I get that this is a thing for you, but we aren’t covered in mud or oil. How about you not be useless and help save your own ass? Remember, they kinda want to cut off your junk?”
“Shit, my bad.” Adal jumped up next to his friend. He wrestled in his pockets and pulled out his knuckles.
“Really? You need to weapon up for this one?” Ypsilon chided.
“Hey, when your dick’s on the line, let me know and we can discuss what you want to bring to the table. Until then, I’mma do me. You do you.” Adal squeezed the metal weapon.
“What Arija sees in you is beyond me.”
Arija and The Burning City
by
Zachary Paul Chopchinski
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★✩★Authors Featured in this Collection★✩★
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Dariel Raye
Muffy Wilson
Carolyn Reilly
Kim Carmichael
J.R. Thorn
Lynda Kaye Frazier
Lexi C. Foss
Ravenna Tate
Maddie Wade
LaVerne Thompson
Shereen Vedam
Colleen S. Myers
Ditter Kellen
RS McCoy
K.B. Everyly
Amara Kent
Erin Lee
Erica Gerald Mason
Zachary Paul Chopchinski
Drea Shane
Nichole Riley
N.K. Stackhouse
Amy Cissell
Leona Bushman
Betty Shreffler
Khardine Gray
Anita Hunter
Boxed Set Blurb:
Wickedly Dangerous and Sinfully Seductive.
Indulge in 25 breathtaking adventures of dangerous worlds where the lines blur between saints and sinners.
Come meet the creatures that fuel your every lust filled nightmare, where angels are not always encased in a light of righteousness and demons are not always dealing in all manner of debauchery. Where you might just end up rooting for the bad guy…
Warning: If you like demonic games, angelic interventions, and thrilling temptations, you’ll love this urban fantasy and paranormal romance collection of twisted proportions in Wings of the Wicked.
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January 16, 2019
January 15, 2019
Wings of the Wicked Excerpts: “Angels of the Triad: Sariel” by Maddie Wade
Angels of the Triad
Sariel
by
Maddie Wade
@mwadeauthor
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Blurb:
The Fate of the world is in the hands of a fallen angel.
With a declining birth rate threatening to end humanity, three fallen angels fight to save it. The Angels of the Triad, the disgraced former protectors of Eve, are fearless in battle. But as demons gather strength, a prophecy is revealed that changes everything.
Sariel is lethal, and he knows it. Now the bitter angel must once again become a Protector, risking everything to guard Jenica a descendent of Eve. The fate of the world is tied to the life of a single woman, a petite blonde with a smile that could make angels fall.
Excerpt:
Chapter 1
Sariel watched disinterestedly from the alley-way, as the human ran across the road, her long hair flowing behind her like a white banner. Rain lashed down on him, splashing off the long leather trench coat he wore, ice cold needles of water running down his face and mingling with the blood that saturated his shirt.
Demon blood! The stuff reeked like a sewer on a hot summer day. Even after thousands of years, smelling the stuff still made his stomach roil. Brushing his hair from his face, he stepped off the ledge of the tall apartment block, landing on the concrete 500 feet below with barely a whisper of air. Feeling eyes on him, he glanced to his right to see Malak and Zagan.
The pair were dressed similarly to him, dark pants and long leather jackets, big heavy shitkickers on their size 19 feet. Malak was the talker of the group—if he could get close enough to someone, they would do whatever he willed. But then, they all had that ability.
As Angels from the dawn of existence, they held a power that few humans could comprehend. But Malak had a way of twisting the humans so that they did his bidding without realizing they had been manipulated. His blonde hair and blue eyes, coupled with an easy smile and hard body, made him seem approachable, especially to women.
It was a mistake people only made once. Malak was one of the Triad, as was Sariel. A group of three Fallen Angels, banished to earth and stripped of their status as Archangels by God for their sins. A sneer tipped his lips at the thought. He and his brothers had been walking this earth for a Millenia, watching as God’s children tore each other apart for lust and power, while he, Malak and Zagan were punished for much less. But they had been Archangels and so, the expectations placed on them were greater. They were to be beyond reproach, expected to act with pure hearts and selfless souls.
Flicking the deadly Carnwenna dagger in his hand, he approached his brothers, his stride long and sure.
“Did you find the other two?” he asked, knowing by their expressions that they hadn’t.
“No, I told you the Shiwanna could not be trusted,” growled the dark-haired Zagan.
Sariel ignored his angry outburst, watching the opening of the alley-way, with a guarded expression. His senses were primed and tingling with the knowledge that Demons were near. Gripping the dagger harder, his muscles tensed in readiness for the coming fight.
“Demons!” Zagan spat as Sariel felt his brothers move, flanking him as they had done since time began. Adrenaline spiked his blood, heightening his already supernaturally expanded senses.
A shadow fell over the exit, and he watched as five Demons ambled into the alley-way, their distinct white blonde hair making them stand out in the stormy evening light. A growl reached his ears, and he suppressed the urge to smile. These Demons were young, the distinct stench of burned popcorn that followed them around not as strong as older demons. They would be inept and inexperienced, but what they lacked in fighting experience, they would make up for with enthusiasm.
This was just what he needed—a good fight to take the edge off the fury that raged through him. Killing the Demons night after night was accomplishing nothing, as they had increased vastly in the last ten years.
Armed with the knowledge that the demons were spreading a disease to human women, the Angels realized that the situation was dire and more desperate than ever. Fighting them was not enough; they needed to drive them back into the fiery pits of hell where they belonged.
The first demon launched himself at Sariel, their bodies colliding with the force of two Mack trucks traveling at high speeds. He felt the young Demon’s wrist snap as he swung his arm up, blocking the blow from the knife his enemy carried. With an upward arc of his arm, he slashed the demon’s throat, severing his carotid artery. Blood spurted over him as he dropped the demon to the floor. Flipping the demon over, he grasped the back of his neck, ripping the spinal cord that contained the brain stem from his lifeless body. Throwing it to the wet, dank ground, he watched as the body shriveled up before turning to dust.
There was only one way to kill a demon, and that was to sever the spinal cord. Contrary to common beliefs, the heart was not where the soul resided; instead it was found in the tiny synapses that fired the brain, each thought, each memory locked into one small neuron.
Sariel glanced at his brothers. The remaining Demons were turning to ash at their feet. He was disappointed that they hadn’t put up more of a challenge, finding himself becoming more bored of late. Roaming the earth and killing demons and evil spirits had lost its appeal, and he could feel himself becoming more jaded by the hour.
“We need to follow the white-haired human,” Zagan began, but Sariel stopped him, not wanting anyone else near her, except him.
“No, I will follow her. You need to find the location of Sandalphon and Mihael. They are the key to having this disease eradicated from human women.”
Zagan tilted his head, watching him intently, and Sariel met his hard gaze, unflinching. With a nod, Malak and Zagan took to the air, their mighty black wings briefly casting a shadow over the night sky before they disappeared.
It was a common misconception that Angels with black wings were servants of Lucifer, but that was only partly true. As on earth, there was a hierarchy. True Fallen Angels who did terrible deeds were indeed banished to hell and chosen by Lucifer to do the work of the Dark Lord, a final ‘fuck you’ to God from his disobedient children. But Angels such as himself and his brothers, who had just not lived up to God’s high standards, were banished to Earth to protect his proudest creation, although in their case, they had been stripped of the Archangel status and power as well.
They were also given black wings, but they were always tipped in the color of their previous wings. His were a beautiful gold, Zagan’s a peacock blue and Malak’s a vibrant purple. They were easily recognizable and vastly known throughout the Universe as God’s Protectors on Earth. This made them targets, with only their fierce skill and feared reputation holding back all but the bravest or most stupid Demons or Evil from attacking them.
Sariel kept his wings closed, hidden from the view of humans, and instead followed the scent from the white-haired human. She was a scientist who had inherited a relic from her ancestors that could be the key to saving the humans from extinction—something that the great man himself was determined would not be allowed to happen.
He caught her scent as he crossed the crowded street, heading toward Grand Park and the Cathedral of Our Ladies of the Angels. It was where the sweetly scented human went every night to provide assistance to the homeless.
He watched from the shadows of a derelict building as she moved about the kitchen, her movements light and smooth as if floating. Something about her drew him, and he knew that he didn’t want’ Zagan or, God forbid, Malek anywhere near her. Sariel had never felt love, not in the same way humans did. He felt compassion and protection, but never the soul-crushing feeling that humans described.
It wasn’t that his kind were incapable of love, it was more that he chose to lock that part of him away. Another component of the triad’s punishment was that they were forbidden to act on feelings of love. The penalty meant giving up their immortal status to become human. If they chose to walk away from a relationship, then the human’s mind would be wiped, and they would not remember a second of what had been shared. Love and lust was what had placed his brethren and himself into this mess. By not controlling and watching Eve, she had broken the rules allowing lust and sexual desire to taint what God had created.
Sariel had never even come close to feeling what he felt was a human emotion. Angels were superior beings and didn’t need love; power was their drug. But now here he was, entranced by his very own Eve, a direct descendant of the first female human.
His body flowed with a heightened sense of need and desire for this woman, this inferior human, whose help they needed if they had any hope of stopping the demons from obliterating the race that God loved so much.
Angels of the Triad
Sariel
by
Maddie Wade
@mwadeauthor
featured in
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Featuring NY Times, USA Today, WSJ Award-Winning Bestselling Authors and they’re coming in Wicked!
Available from All your Favorite Retailers
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★✩★Authors Featured in this Collection★✩★
Rebecca Hamilton
Charlene A. Wilson
Dariel Raye
Muffy Wilson
Carolyn Reilly
Kim Carmichael
J.R. Thorn
Lynda Kaye Frazier
Lexi C. Foss
Ravenna Tate
Maddie Wade
LaVerne Thompson
Shereen Vedam
Colleen S. Myers
Ditter Kellen
RS McCoy
K.B. Everyly
Amara Kent
Erin Lee
Erica Gerald Mason
Zachary Paul Chopchinski
Drea Shane
Nichole Riley
N.K. Stackhouse
Amy Cissell
Leona Bushman
Betty Shreffler
Khardine Gray
Anita Hunter
Boxed Set Blurb:
Wickedly Dangerous and Sinfully Seductive.
Indulge in 25 breathtaking adventures of dangerous worlds where the lines blur between saints and sinners.
Come meet the creatures that fuel your every lust filled nightmare, where angels are not always encased in a light of righteousness and demons are not always dealing in all manner of debauchery. Where you might just end up rooting for the bad guy…
Warning: If you like demonic games, angelic interventions, and thrilling temptations, you’ll love this urban fantasy and paranormal romance collection of twisted proportions in Wings of the Wicked.
Available from All your Favorite Retailers
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