First things first: scrumptious cover! The folks at Berkley Sensation did a fantastic job of capturing the mood of this book. So if you like hot guys with swords, and urban fantasy romance, Revelation is for you. The hero is a fallen angel warrior, sent to stop the end of the world. The heroine is a medical examiner who doesn’t believe in angels. And the villains are a gang of demons, who are hijacking the seven signs of the Apocalypse, to create hell on earth.
So my hero, Luniel, has one hell of a job to do. It falls to him to find the demon Prince of Poison and stop the flesh-munching plague that’s ravaging Manhattan – and the key is the heroine, Morgan, a doctor who’s looking for a scientific cure for the disease. She doesn’t believe in angels and demons, or the end of the world… but he’ll have to persuade her to change her mind, and fast. Especially since there’s a faction of angels who’d be just as happy to let the Apocalypse go on, and get the whole thing over with…
But this is a romance, right? It’s all about the hero. So here he is – an exclusive excerpt, yay! – the first time his heroine lays eyes on him, which is in her morgue, where she’s just uncovered the body of another angel:
“White light erupted, brighter than any flashbulb.
Morgan gasped, dazzled. Breeze ruffled her hair. Her elbow hit the trolley, and the camera jolted from her fingers.
A hand gripped her arm, steadying her. A man’s voice, deep and unfamiliar. “Sorry, lady. I didn’t think anyone would be here. Are you—oh, shit.”
Her vision cleared, and she scrabbled on the floor for her camera. “Jesus, you scared the hell outta . . . oh!” She looked up, and fell right back onto her ass, her nerves in disarray.
Whoa. Not just tall, or big. More, in every way compared to . . . well, compared to a normal man.
This guy wasn’t normal.
Black hair, blacker than soot and wilder than music. Blue eyes, hotter and deeper than summer sky, luminous pale skin, long dark lashes any woman would kill for. Arms thicker than her thighs in a dark shirt with no sleeves, strong wrists that made her weak, hands that could crush rocks. And his thighs in those jeans . . . long, powerful, rippling as he moved.
His face was familiar, she realized. Those carved cheekbones and, umm, luscious lips. The bird man. Only Birdy was blond, and this guy was dark and . . . tasty.
His gaze lasered onto hers, relentless, and she shivered. He looked dangerous. Driven. Not a patient man.
Morgan scrambled up, struggling to keep her mind on the issues. This was Babylon, the psycho-killer capital. Well-adjusted guys didn’t break into morgues after-hours. But how Mr. Huge-dark-and-oh-by-the-way-totally-hot had gotten in here was beside the point. So was how easy it’d be for a guy his size to tear her limb from limb, or worse.
He’d seen Birdy’s body. She couldn’t call security. Not yet. Not before she’d preserved the evidence.
She licked her lips. “Um. Hi. I was just . . .”
He strode up to the trolley, and his fingers clenched the edge, hard enough to dent the steel. On drugs. That explained the crazy swirl in his eyes. “You found my brother,” he said stiffly. “I guess asking how he died is redundant.”
“Umm . . . he’s . . . well . . .” Morgan stuttered, unable to keep it in any longer. “He’s a frickin’ bird man! Who the hell are you?”
He turned, and to her surprise, he laughed.
Her guts melted, like warm honey, and she shivered again. So beautiful. So smooth and melodic. She wanted to press her thighs together, feel his tingling warmth . . .”
Thanks for having me at BBB, and I hope you enjoy Revelation! I love end-of-the-world scenarios – what’s your favorite? Zombie apocalypse? Alien invasion? Super-bug?
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