Sing
For Me
Angels
and Arias
Book
1
Gracie
Madison
Genre: New Adult
Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Tika
Lake Publishing LLC
Date of
Publication: 1/21/2015
Number of pages:
325-350
Word Count:
84,000 Words
Cover Artist:
Rebecca Berto
Book Description:
Madeline Noel
fled war-torn Heaven to hide within the mortal world, but the blessing that
could protect her from evil is the holy realm’s forbidden power.
As a talented
soprano for the Eden Theatre Company, Madeline hides among prima donnas and
tone-deaf flutists. Her perfect voice may entertain audiences, but a careless
laugh may shatter glass, and her greatest scream can kill. To control her
unrestrained voice, the angels forbid Madeline from embracing the emotions that
strengthen her song. Anger. Fear.
Love.
The demon-hunter
Damascus vows to defend Madeline from Hell’s relentless evil, but he cannot
protect her from her own feelings. Though they deny their dangerous attraction,
her guardian becomes her greatest temptation.
Surrendering to
desire may awaken the gift suppressed within Madeline’s soul, and neither
Heaven nor Hell will allow such absolute power to exist.
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Excerpt
She
flicked the light to her bedroom and dropped her towel in the hamper.
“Magdala.”
Her
hand merely muffled the screeched yelp. Madeline fell backward, smacking
against the closet. She tripped and clattered into the hamper. Damascus
apologized, but her gasp shattered the perfume container on her vanity.
Madeline
yanked the towel from the laundry. The wet scrap of material wove over her
body, and she clutched the fraying edges.
Damascus’s
silence stole any sound she might have uttered.
His
muscles bound, tight and tensed, more prepared for war than the glimpse of her
bared skin. The gold in his eyes burned molten. Madeline shifted, her bare toes
gripping the carpet to prevent her from toppling over once more.
She
shivered. It wasn’t the wet hair that whispered the goose bumps along her
spine. Damascus saw far more than the thin strip of cloth hid. His gaze warmed
her curves and tickled the swell of her breasts. Her nipples hardened. She
prayed he hadn’t noticed.
He
did.
The
memory of the soap in the shower tortured the twisting in her lower belly. For
a single, blissful, blasphemous moment, she imagined it had been Damascus’s
hand washing her.
She
exhaled.
Damascus
growled.
His
every movement strengthened with need. The wild, uninhibited, dangerous desire
would claim them both. Madeline clamored backward, the apology shrill and
muffled by her hand.
She
hadn’t needed to speak, drop the towel, or offer any secrets. The heat
smoldering low escaped in a sigh. The soft puff promised more than she
intended. She breathed an invitation.
A
seduction.
And
he answered.
Damascus
shuddered. He blinked, hard, and rubbed his head.
“I
apologize.” Damascus forced his words. “I… I didn’t mean to invade your
privacy.”
Madeline
tugged the towel lower over her thighs. “You didn’t know.”
“I
should let you—”
“Don’t
worry about it. Here.” She hobbled
toward the robe lying over her bed.
“Let
me—”
“I’ve
got it.”
Damascus’s
motions stiffened. He retrieved the robe as Madeline lunged for the fuzzy pink
arm. Her toes banged against the bedpost, and the surge of pain toppled her
into Damascus’s waiting arms.
He
smelled of the Realm, of warmth and radiance, citrus and holy incense.
Fire.
The
towel shifted, and his fingers brushed over her bare back. His calloused hands
heated, as if he wielded his sword. The heat lashed her—a punishment seared
within a delicious reward. The towel tumbled, and she pushed against him to
hide what nearly exposed.
His
embrace was everything as she imagined, the heat, the intensity of his grip,
the fluttering within her stomach and her body upon his. His hands bound a
supreme authority over her. He pressed her skin with possessive fingertips. He
handled her as if she were delicate and precious.
The
shock of it all drove her to silence.
He
protected her, but he never held her.
Watched
over her, but never touched her.
Saved
her from demons, but never reassured her.
He
never mourned with her when a Choir was killed.
Every
moment hidden far from the Realm passed in painful isolation, and he was the
lone simple comfort of home. The sweet, dangerous touch protected her more than
his sword or his distant promises. The heat settled the dissonance capturing
her mind.
The
Realm forbid their touch. A hug cried sacrilege.
Madeline
closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.
About
the Author
Gracie Madison
would spend every day, all day writing…if it were socially acceptable. Ever since she was a little girl scribbling
with a crayon, Gracie’s dedicated herself to her books and all the supernatural
and paranormal, creepy and beautiful stories and characters born within the
pages. Now Gracie is committed to finally sharing those books with the world. When the laptop is pried from her hands,
Gracie is probably working her day job, rooting on the Steelers, or out with
her husband searching for Pittsburgh’s best sushi.
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