Gabriel
From
Grace
Book
One
Kris
Norris
A
Wicked Tale
ARe
Books
Genre:
M/M, Angels and Demons, PNR
About
the Book:
He asks for a demon and
gets an angel. Awkward!
Kei can’t believe his
last ditch effort at stopping what could very well be the coming
apocalypse has failed before it ever started. All because he messed
up one spell. One awkward summoning.
From the moment the
angelic man looks up at him from the within the sigil inscribed on
the ground, Kei knows he’s in trouble. Blue eyes, smooth skin, and
a body so perfect…it’s Heavenly. Getting involved with someone
like that—no matter the physical pull—is nothing short of sinful.
He just wished his soul cared enough to stay away.
Becoming lovers is the
least of their worries. Darkness is on the horizon, and if they can’t
find a way to stop it before it takes hold, humanity won’t be the
only thing that falls from grace.
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Excerpt:
“An angel?” Kei
scrubbed a hand down his face as he tilted his head forward. “I
summoned a fucking angel?”
Fire licked across his
skin, the tiny arcs flashing bright in the darkness. Anger fueled the
flames, burning the yellow wisps into a deep crimson. Of all the
bloody fuck ups...
Kei crossed the cemetery,
stopping just shy of the symbol he’d inscribed on the ground. Black
ash coated the parched dirt, traces of blood baked into the grooves
scored on the land. He stared at the man crouched within the circle,
muscles straining, creamy skin gleaming in the moonlight. Crisp white
feathers fluttered in the breeze, his wings still unfurled across his
back. Sweat beaded the guy’s flesh, trailing down the strong curve
of his spine. Summonings weren’t pleasurable for demons. For
angels—they killed more often than they succeeded.
Kei frowned. He’d cast a
fire enchantment. Used more than a bit of his blood and all the damn
power he could spare as payment. A desperate last effort to prolong
his life, just long enough to hunt and kill the fallen bastard who’d
cursed him to this fucking realm. The god damn human world. The one
entity who could destroy this dimension and a dozen more like it if
Kei didn’t end the war before it began. He’d expected a blood
demon. A soulless vessel he could possess until he’d found his
prey. Preserve what little strength he had left before the final
battle.
And he’d fucking
deserved the creature. Fire enchantments were tricky. Risky. He would
have gladly accepted death as a suitable recourse for a botched
attempt. But he’d gotten every intonation and ancient pronunciation
right. Had known the moment he’d finished, he’d been successful.
And yet, he’d somehow
summoned a fucking angel.
Kei crossed his arms over
his chest as he braced his feet a shoulder width apart. “Don’t
suppose you’re really a blood demon in disguise?”
The man’s ragged
breathing filled the air, his head finally lifting enough to meet
Kei’s gaze. Pain creased his forehead, his clear blue eyes wide
with surprise.
Kei shook his head,
leaning his hip against a tombstone. “Guess that’s a no.” He
held up his hand, hoping to stop the guy when he looked as if he was
going to try to stand. “I wouldn’t do that just yet unless you
like falling. Wouldn’t want to bruise that pretty-boy face of
yours.”
The angelic man glared at
him, pushing to his feet before stumbling across the circle. He hit
one of the stone crosses, the dull thud echoing through the
graveyard. He sagged against the headstone, anger coloring his eyes.
Kei tsked. “Can’t say
I didn’t warn you.”
“Silence, demon, before
I strike you down for simply standing there.”
Kei chuckled. “Yeah, you
might find that whole smiting thing a bit difficult. Summonings tend
to drain your life force. And I didn’t use near enough energy to
fuel an angel.” He cocked his head to the side. “You got a name?”
The man clenched his jaw,
drawing himself up despite the ways his limbs shook from the strain.
“I’m an angel, not stupid. Names are powerful.”
“Right. Because that’s
really what I’d been hoping for. A self-righteous asshole with
enough soul to fill this godforsaken cemetery. That was my plan all
along.” He sighed. “The name’s Kei.”
“I don’t care.”
“Jackass it is.”
The man sneered. “I
won’t fall for your tricks.”
About
the Author:
Kris Norris is a
jack-of-all trades who’s constantly looking for her ever-elusive
clone.
A single mother and slave
to chaos, Kris started writing some years back, and it took her a
while to realize she wasn’t destined for the padded room, and that
the voices chattering away inside her head were really other
characters trying to take shape. (And since they weren’t telling
her to conquer the human race, she went with it. Though she supposes
if they had…insert evil laugh).
Kris loves writing erotic
novels. She loves heroines who kick butt, heroes who are larger than
life, and sizzling love scenes that leave you feeling just a bit
breathless.
For more information on
other books by Kris, visit her website: www.krisnorris.ca
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