Sunday Snippets - Scenes from my Paranormal Romance Books

Today's Sunday Snippet is from the first book in my Her Angel romance series , Her Dark Angel .

Her Dark Angel is the story of Apollyon, a powerful angel who has spent the past few centuries guarding the bottomless pit in Hell to stop the Devil from escaping, and a beautiful petite Parisian witch, Serenity, who accepts his help in gaining revenge on a cheating ex-lover.

In this scene, Apollyon and Serenity are having a night on the town to make her ex, Edward, notice that she has a new beau.

"Do you think we should dance?" There was a nervous edge to her expression and her gaze flickered past him, over his shoulder.

"Is he still watching?" Apollyon could already feel the man's gaze on his back.

She nodded.

"Then we should definitely dance."

She hesitated. "Is it okay to dance... to do any of this?"

How many times was she going to ask him the same question? His answer wasn't going to change. Whatever she wanted, he would do it.

Apollyon took hold of her hand, stood and walked around the table to her. His smile seemed to give her the answer that she was looking for, bringing another dark blush to her cheeks, and she slipped from her stool and followed his lead towards the dance floor.

The music was heavier now, harder, and slower. The people on the dance floor were bordering on clothed sex again and, for a moment, he wondered if it really was a good idea. He wasn't sure where a dance would lead, but the look in Serenity's eyes said that wherever it took them, it wasn't pretend.

He pulled her into his arms, so her hands were against his chest, and stood there with her, looking down into her wide eyes. Her pupils dilated, darkening her irises, full of passion and hunger that he could feel beating in her heart.

Whenever she let go of her nerves and of the fact that he was an angel, she was more confident, sensual in her movements and almost flirtatious in her air around him. He wanted her like that now, and not because it would make Edward jealous to see it.

Apollyon slid his hands down to her waist from her ribs, and over her hips. She felt too good beneath his touch. Her eyelids slipped to half-mast and her palms pressed against his chest, not on his suit but on his armour. Did she like the feel of his hands on her?

He tightened his grip on her hips and drew her against him, starting to move slowly to the heavy beat. Her hands slid up over his breastplate and then over his collarbones towards his neck. He shivered when she lightly swept her fingers across his shoulders, and stepped into him, her body moving against his. Each time they brushed, each step that had them rubbing against each other, drove him a little farther towards the edge of control.

Serenity slipped her hands around the back of his head, twirled the dark hair of his ponytail around her slender fingers, and then settled them against the nape of his neck. He shifted his hands, easing them around her back, until they met in the small of it, feeling the way her hips moved as she danced with him. Her leg slid between his and his between hers, and her eyes half-closed again when he brushed the apex of her thighs. He groaned and moved closer to her, eager to feel the whole of her body against his, his thoughts diving down routes they hadn't traversed in a long time. How good would she look naked? He wanted to explore every supple inch of her with his mouth and hands, wanted to worship her body until she cried his name and collapsed into his arms.

Apollyon stepped back a little, unable to bear the torture and needing a moment to breathe. He was too close to letting go.

Serenity stared into his eyes, hers full of invite, asking him to give in to her. He would do so willingly if he could be sure that this wasn't an act. It was a charade, nothing more than pretend so they would make Edward jealous. That was all it was.

So why did it feel so good to have her in his arms?

She ran her hands down over his biceps, slowly, her gaze following her right hand as it traced the curves of his muscles, and her heart beating faster, as though exploring his body excited her. Her eyes darkened and he could feel the hunger in her, could sense the growing need.

Why did his body burn wherever she touched?

His gaze flickered to her mouth.

And why couldn't he keep his eyes off her cherry red lips and his mind off how good it would feel to dip his head and kiss her?

I hope you enjoyed this Sunday Snippet!

Her Dark Angel is available in ebook from all major retailers and also available as part of an anthology paperback with the other two novellas in the series. It's also available in Spanish. Visit my site for more details of the Spanish edition. Here's some links for the English ebook and paperback versions...

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