Flame Angel: Excerpt
Prologue
God Damn it! My brother had volunteered
me again to be some guys date for a party that I had no
intention of going to, to begin with.
I'd had my fill
of men at the present, having just gotten rid of the last
offensive bastard a little over three months ago. Now I was
supposed to make nice to one of my brothers loser friends that
couldn't even get his own date?
I stomped around the
backyard of our parents house, fuming at my brother and
zapping the heads off dandelions. This wasn't the first time
my brother had done this to me, and the worst of it was, the
date was guaranteed to suck.
All the others had.
Maybe if I looked like a toad my brother would stop
fixing me up. Instead, at twenty-six years old, I stood just
shy of five feet, five inches, with a healthy bust, slim
waist, relatively flat stomach, slightly curved abdomen,
rounded backside, and legs that looked like they wouldn't
quit.
I had waist length brown hair with natural red
and gold highlights, and large green eyes. My eyes were one of
my favorite features. They were a brilliant emerald green,
with thick, long lashes, and a natural darkening around the
edges of the lids so that I never had to use eyeliner. With an
oval face, a generous mouth, and straight white teeth, even I
considered myself quite good looking. Maybe even a little
exotic.
And, I was a witch.
Not a powerful
one. More powerful then my brother, though. Maybe even more
powerful then either of our parents.
Men practically
threw themselves at me. The wrong men, but hey, it's better
then no men. Of course I learned quickly there were many types
of men out there I didn't want to get to know better. I
attracted them all.
Justin strolled onto the back
porch, and watched with one eye as I fried more weeds. He just
rolled his shoulders, crossed his arms, and leaned against the
rail, waiting for my tantrum to subside.
"Feel
better?" His eyes sparkled with his amusement.
"Asshole." I shot him a look. "My next target might be
your crotch!" I was happy to see him flinch.
"You'd
better get a move on, if you're going to be ready when Miles
comes to pick you up."
"I don't want to be ready, I
don't want to go." I stomped to the foot of the steps and
glared at him.
Justin's lips curved in a grin. "Just
go." His eyes glittered, and I wondered what clairvoyant image
had come to him that he was acting upon. Justin had seen
something. I was sure of it. Something that was going to
happen to me, tonight.
"What aren't you telling me," I
demanded.
"Me?" Justin put on a contrived look of
innocence. "Not a thing."
I huffed at him, then
stomped up the steps to the back door. "You'd better hope it's
something good. Otherwise, I swear I'll get you for this," I
shot over my shoulder as I banged into the house.
His
laugh followed me as I made my way through the kitchen. I said
goodbye to my parents, got in my ratty little Chevy, and drove
home cursing all men, my brother in particular. …
My first goal was to find one of the circulating
waiters and load up on appetizers. Then I'd find a quiet place
to sit. I caught a glimpse of one of the roving men, and
focused on his location. Homing in on his tray of goodies.
Intent on my destination, I failed to pay close enough
attention to where I was walking.
"Oomph," blasted out
of me, as I ran into a solid wall of muscle. Arms came around
my back reflexively, or I would have ended up on my ass on the
ground.
"Sorry," I mumbled. Then I looked up to see
who I'd plowed into. All the breath in my body whooshed out of
me. I was looking into the dark eyes of the most lethal man
I'd ever heard of. Kraid Devon, fondly referred to as the
Dragon. I'd heard his eyes were colder then an arctic gale.
The ones I was looking into were burning hotter than hellfire.
His arms tightened, one hand grasping the back of my
head and tipping it to the side. His expression hard as
granite, he lowered his lips to mine. My body went up in
flames when he took my mouth. When his tongue delved into it's
depths, I shuddered, so close to coming I actually whimpered.
His lips, in contrast to the rest of him, were surprisingly
soft and expressive. They soon turned heated and demanding as
his free hand clutched my ass and pressed me hard into his
body. When his erection ground against my stomach, I came. He
captured my cries in his mouth and held me tight while I
jerked in his arms.
"Christ," his deep voice rasped
the word into my ear as he rocked his hips against me. ...
What had I done?
The grin that spread
across his lips did nothing to calm my screaming nerves. Then
those lips were on mine, and his fires washed into me, turning
my terror to ash, leaving in it's passing only burning desire.
I moaned, long and low, the vibration of it rising from my
diaphragm.
He growled his pleasure at my response, and
began slamming himself into me again.
Sweat broke out
along my hairline, across my shoulders, under my breasts. My
body heating, threatening to ignite.
"Kraid," I
groaned, begging him to soothe the burn.
"Your name,"
he rasped.
"Ah…Angie." I could barely think of what it
was.
He stopped moving. Buried deep inside of me, but
giving no surcease to my burning pussy. I pried my eyes open
and stared at him.
"Angie?" he asked, the disbelief in
his voice grating on my nerves.
"Yeah, Angie." I felt
my anger rising, and squeezed my inner muscles to remind him
he had more important things to be doing than questioning my
name.
"Is Angie short for something?" His face was
very close to mine, his breath hot on my lips.
I was
tempted to tell him no. Reminding myself that this man held no
compassion in his soul, I thought better of it. "Angelina," I
replied, barely above a whisper.
His eyes widened, the
irises darkening to black. "Angel," he breathed, and went
berserk. …
I stood rooted to the spot for several
moments. Then a myriad of thoughts raced through my brain, not
the least of which was that I was still alive. Shaking myself
out of my paralysis, I headed towards the back patio, thinking
I would check for someone that would give me a lift home.
I was beyond ready to leave.
As luck would
have it, I ran into Chase. He took the opportunity to wrap his
arms around me, and kiss me.
I was getting ready to
shove him off, when he released me and stepped back, looking
at me like I was contagious.
"You've been fucking a
dragon." His eyes snapped fury at me.
"What business
is it of yours?" I fired back at him.
He moved closer
to me again, using his bulk in an effort to intimidate me.
Forgetting how well I knew him.
"Just because things
didn't work out between us, doesn't mean I want to see you get
fried."
Fried? What the hell was he talking about? "Do
I look fried?"
He studied me for a minute. Then his
expression darkened. "Take my word for it. If you keep this
up, you will be."
I rolled my eyes, wanting to tell
him to cut the dramatics. "Look, I just need a lift home, is
there someone around here that could do that?"
"I'll
drive you."
"Chase, it's your party."
"So?" He
grabbed my elbow and started leading me towards the
outbuildings.
I surreptitiously scanned the crowd, not
wanting to run into Kraid. We'd reached, of all things, the
second outbuilding, when I spotted the Dragon. Chills raced
down my spine at the expression on his face.
Chase
opened the large outer door of the building, then tugged on my
arm to get me moving inside. Even from this distance, I could
see Kraid narrowing his eyes, before starting to walk in our
direction.
"We'd better get out of here." My voice
cracked as I spun towards Chase.
He led me to a
Porsche, and I scrambled inside.
"What's the problem?"
He inserted the key in the ignition, but didn't start the
vehicle.
"The Dragon spotted us, and he's headed this
way."
"The dragon. The Dragon? As in Kraid Devon?"
"Of course that's the one, what other Dragon is
there?"
In three moves, he had the car started, backed
out of the garage, and rocketing down the driveway.
My
eyes met Kraid's briefly as he thundered to a stop next to the
garage.
I wished I hadn't looked.
Editor: Helen Woodall
Cover Art: Les Byerley
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REVIEWS
From: JERR
Reviewer: Sandi Potterton
Rating: 4/5 Stars
Heat level: O
Flame Angel is an extremely hot, erotic read containing witches, werewolves, dragons and dwarves. It has passion, comedic moments, adventure
and romance all wrapped up in one exciting paranormal tale ... I just couldn't stop and had to read the entire book in one sitting. Ms. Andel has
created a terrific plot, awesome multi-layered characters and a gripping romance in Flame Angel ... The sex scenes are hot enough to blister the
paint off the walls ... I really have to say this was an enjoyable read from start to finish and I highly recommend Flame Angel.
From: Night Owl Romance Reviews
Reviewer: Dee
Score: 5 / 5 - Reviewer Top Pick
As the name implies Flame Angel is HOT! HOT! HOT!
There is an abundance of dialogue, relationship quandaries, and lusting, which makes this a very entertaining, captivating, and exciting romantic
drama.
Lisa Andel has shown in Flame Angel SHE KNOWS how to light a fire!
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