enjoying the parades at Mardi Gras, she's ambushed by two angels. One is her
former guardian angel, and the other is the Nephilim who’s tracking him.
Dagon has been chasing Vassago for three years. His first big break comes in the form of a cute, sexy demon. When he learns the real reason Vassago is hunting her, Dagon has more trouble than he bargained for. Not only was Vassago sent to guard souls in Purgatory after screwing up his assignment with Jahi, but the person who paid him to destroy her is one of her fellow demons.
Jahi is a demon on the run from Vassago a fallen angel that is out to get her because he feels that she betrayed him in her human life. Dagon is also a fallen angel that is a bounty hunter assigned to capture Vassago. In this fast paced love story, Dagon does everything in his power to keep her safe and out of Vassago’s harmful grasp. She is very reluctant at first to accept Dagon’s help. Soon, she learns that Vassago will go to any and every length to get his hands on her.
These two characters were made for each other, their chemistry is incredible. The author does not go into great detail of the scenery. Instead, she concentrates on their love story and that far outweighs any missed landscape. The conflict these two characters have and their adventure at hand is intoxicating.
Ms. Rosewood definitely knows how to write a love/sex scene as well. She keeps the scenes real and not too graphic. In all honesty, I can't go into great detail of this book without giving too much of it away.
I will say, I highly recommend this author and all of her books to fellow readers!
gallows in sixteen ninety-two. Scared the shit out of her when the pair appeared
in her jail cell and asked if she was ready to face her maker. After she told
them exactly how she suspected she’d be judged in Heaven, she sent them away.
Jahi knew what she’d been in life, and she knew what she’d be in death.
Why were angels here now, in Louisiana, and why was this creature called Vassago
The second angel clicked his fingers and a pair of dark metal cuffs appeared. Jahi
flashed back to three years ago when similar cuffs, courtesy of the demon
Mastema, had bound Faina’s wrists. A moan escaped her throat. The sudden thought they might not be angels after all turned her stomach hot with fear.
Once again she tried to move or evaporate, but their magic held her fast. All she
could do was watch both creatures struggle over the cuffs, still bellowing words
she couldn’t comprehend. Vassago was stronger, and for a few seconds it looked
like he’d be the one doing the cuffing. When the second creature had the upper
hand once again, Vassago turned to look at her. If she still had blood that ran
it would have gone stone cold. Jahi had never seen such hatred on any face, be
it human, angel or demon.
The creature holding the cuffs took advantage of the momentary distraction to lunge again. He raised the cuffs and Jahi tensed. Vassago opened his mouth and howled, just before disappearing in a blinding flash of purple.
The one left holding the empty cuffs let out a roar, and fresh fear shot through
her. Was he also after her? Her body trembled as he ranted and swung the cuffs
around, the metal making hollow, clanking sounds. She dug her nails into her
palms, determined not to moan again. She would not show this creature
When he finally stopped she tried again to evaporate but nothing happened. “Just stay right there. Don’t come any closer.” Her voice shook, betraying the brave
The creature shook his head and the handcuffs faded, along with his wings. She
watched in disbelief and fascination as his face lost its glow and took on the
human form of a yummy male. Chiseled features, gorgeous full mouth, and warm
hazel eyes. His hair lost its tight curl and unwound to wavy locks in a style
any other contemporary human male might wear. The only thing that gave him away was the color. Jahi had never come across a human with hair the color of an
iridescent wheat field on a summer day.
She had a sudden urge to run her fingers through it. Her pussy grew moist and her
nipples strained against the fabric of her crop top. An image of her limbs wrapped around this man’s torso filled her mind, and she bit back a sigh.
“I almost had him this time,” he said, holding out a hand. “We’d better get out of
here. He might come back.”
Jahi stared at his hand, picturing it stroking her breast as his captivating eyes
bored into hers. She forced her gaze to those eyes. “What the hell is going