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Blurb:
EARTHLY DELIGHTS
With a messed up family background and
a tendency to grow claws and fangs, Tanner Chance isn’t exactly the boy next
door. But he’s a decent cop, and he keeps himself on the side of the good guys.
Convenient, because when he rescues a survivor of a horrific shifter attack he
finds himself instantly smitten—with an honest-to-goodness angel, as innocent
as she is irresistible.
Marna may be angelic, but she’s not
stupid or weak. She can take care of herself. Tanner is more temptation than
protection anyway. Or so she thinks, until someone wearing her face starts
taking out some of New Orleans’ more unsavory paranormals. With police and
predators both gunning for her blood, Marna has no choice but to trust
Tanner…even though what’s sparking between them is hotter than anything holy.
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About Cynthia
USA Today Best-selling author Cynthia Eden
has written over twenty-five novels and novellas. She was named as a 2013 RITA® finalist
for her paranormal romance, ANGEL IN CHAINS, and, in 2011, Cynthia Eden was a
RITA finalist for her romantic suspense, DEADLY FEAR.
Cynthia is a southern girl who
loves horror movies, chocolate, and happy endings. She has always wanted
to write (don’t most authors say that?), and particularly enjoys creating
stories about monsters–vampires, werewolves, and even the real-life monsters
that populate her romantic suspense stories.
Cynthia’s foreign sales for her books include translations
to Japan, Germany, Thailand, Greece, and Brazil.
(Back in the day…) Cynthia graduated summa cum laude from
the University of South Alabama where she studied Sociology (because people
interest her) and Communication (because she likes to write about said
people). Cynthia has worked as a college admissions counselor, a teacher,
and as an editor. But now, Cynthia is thrilled to be spending her days making
up stories.
Author
Links:
“Avenging Angel” By Cynthia Eden
EXCERPT
The
delicate angel had broken.
Did
she even realize that tears slid down her cheeks? Tanner Chance kept guard by
her side. His hand was on her arm, stroking her.
He
couldn’t seem to stop touching her.
They’d
found her body in the swamp. At first, he’d thought that she was already dead.
So
much blood.
Then
she’d moved, and he’d realized just what his sick freak of a brother had done.
Sliced
the wings right off an angel.
Her
lashes lifted and her eyes, the palest blue he’d ever seen, locked right on
him. No, those eyes seemed to see right through him. Tanner cleared his throat. He was
a cop. He’d spent too many years seeing blank expressions like that on the
faces of victims. “You…you’re safe now.” He’d keep her safe. “You just need to
rest.”
She
didn’t speak, and he didn’t know what else he was supposed to say to her. He
never knew what to say to the victims. He just knew how to make the bastards
who hurt them pay.
He
was very good at delivering justice. But this time…
An
angel.
She
had to hate him. She knew who he was. Knew that his brother was the fucked-up
asshole who’d tortured her. Tanner cleared his throat and finally managed to
tell her, “I’m not like him.”
Her
eyes never left his.
And
he was still touching her. Her skin was the softest he’d ever felt. The
smoothest. Her flesh was golden and perfect.
Or,
it had been, until claws had ripped into her back and torn that flesh wide
open.
Her
breath exhaled softly. “When I’m stronger…”
Tanner
leaned closer because he could barely hear her words. “What is it? What do you
need?” Anything. He’d do—
“When
I’m stronger, you should…stay away from me.”
He
glanced at her small hands. They’d had to bind her wrists when they strapped
her down. Not to hurt her, but to keep the little blond angel from hurting
them.
The
angel before him—Marna—she wasn’t some sweet and gentle guardian angel.
She
was an angel of death. One who could, and had, killed with just a touch.
He
could touch her all that he wanted. That was the way the game worked with
angels. But the instant her hand touched him…
Dead.
If
she wanted him dead, all she had to do was touch him, and she could send him
straight to hell.
She
smiled at him. The smile made her seem even lovelier and then the angel said,
“When I’m stronger, when I’m free…get as far away from me as you can.” The
faintest of pauses then, “Because I’ll have my vengeance.”
She
didn’t look so broken anymore.
“Remember…to
run, shifter.”
He
didn’t move, and he damn well kept touching her. “I’m not the running kind.”
Not anymore. The scared kid he’d been had died long ago. Now he fought any
bastard who came his way—and he made sure to win his battles.
His
angel kept her cold smile and told him, “Wait and see…you will be…”
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