The Devil's Angel
The Devil’s Angel is not intended for the faint of heart. It is violent, dark and focuses on a very warped blood fetish.
The heroine is hard, confident and learns the hard way that what she is has limits, and what she craves is beyond what she has ever wanted.
The hero is far from a hero. He is a depraved sociopath who has a craving for blood and violence that goes beyond his vampire nature. Hero wouldn’t even be the appropriate title. More like the destroyer.
The first book in a Burned and Broken Happily Ever After it is intended for readers 18+. It contains death, knife play, anal, and same sex encounters. There are parts that are uncomfortable and down-right horrific. If you can handle that by all means proceed, but you have been warned.
He is the Devil.
Hell is a relative term, but from the moment Alistair Drake stepped into my office I was on my way. I have been taught from as early as I could remember that vampires should be nothing but dust in the wind, but his sly grin and commanding presence helped weave his web pulling me within. The methods nothing less than masterful, wound in such a way that I couldn’t feel when escape was nothing but a memory. He holds more questions than answers but as his pain turns to pleasure and his pleasure turns to pain none of that seems like it matters.
She is my Angel.
Heaven is transcendent, but with Angel Mae heaven was imminent. Her hybrid makeup feeds my unique pleasures. She is the perfect toy to add to my collection but to acquire something such as her doesn’t come without risk. The very blood that pulses just beneath her perfect skin chips away at my control. The monster that had been so expertly reigned in pounds harder at its escape. As her pain becomes my pleasure and I become her pain none of that seems to matter.
He is the Key.
The mark, Lorcan McRevve, the right hand man to the devil himself was supposed to be the key to escaping a prison I’m not even sure I want to escape. The secrets that he holds and the secrets that unfold may prove to be too much. Will tracking him down be worth it or will both men use the power of blood, pain, pleasure and seduction to hold me in a prison that may shatter the already fragile divide of two worlds that I have worked so hard to balance?
Excerpt from The Devil's Angel
@copyrights by Christine Alvarez unedited subject to change.
The world felt in my control as I watched sweat cover Angel’s body and blood drip to the floor as her own orgasm joined ours. I inhaled deeply etching each of their faces and the perfect scent that they developed together into my mind. When Angel was spent her rocking ceased and she slumped as much as her ties would let her. Her eyes closed and with her weakness exposed anger and defiance drifted from her in small waves.
I glanced at Lorcan who had his eyes trained on her. He tried to fight the emotions he so desperately wanted to share with her; with me still pulsing inside him his own ecstasy won out.
I stilled my quaking body finally closing my eyes letting my shrinking cock stay buried inside of Lorcan until I felt it slide out on its own. I wanted to savor this moment because if I knew my lovers a war was about to break out.
The Angels Divide Book 2
A Family Divided
With family comes different shades of insanity, a lesson I’m learning more and more these days. I’m torn between honoring the family name I grew up with and settling for the monster I was born to be. Love, duty and lies have cemented a divide within a family that was never meant to be. I may very well be that divide.
A Life Divided
It’s a balancing act. An exercise in right from wrong, human from monster, something that has taken my entire life to master. A divide that is becoming harder to manage. I don’t want to be that monster, but she is becoming stronger and stronger, eating away at my humanity every day. How much longer can I hold her back?
A Heart Divided
Both Lorcan and Alistair own me, whether it be my heart, body or soul. Both are my mates, each bound to a necessary part of me. No matter how much I try to deny it I’m not sure I could survive without either of them. Lorcan appeals to my human side, keeping me alive, sane and satisfied, while Alistair brings out the monster, along with the dark pain and pleasure. I want to cut my ties with the devil, but will the price an old witch demands be worth the sacrifice of losing both? Or worse, myself?
I ran the blade around his navel, watching the blood-tinged smoke perfume the air. As I finished a perfect circle, the connection between Angel, Lorcan and I flared to life. The complex maze that made up our bond pulsed with her sleepy arousal.
Her vampire purred and stretched against my senses.
The feeling was unlike anything I had ever encountered. Binding myself to vampires over this long life had been something done out of necessity, but what had formed between Angel and I was something only one’s true mate could provide. She was a choice well made. Lorcan felt it, too. His nostrils flared as we watched her stir and pull the blanket back from her face.
“And what exactly is this?” she asked, inches from my face. Her voice was void of any remnants of sleep or weariness. She had flashed with such spectacular speed.
“Your present,” I said, turning the blade over and offering it to her. She glared down at the offering. She was stark naked. I hadn’t wanted her in any clothing when she awoke. My Angel had to be ready for what I had in store.