“Avarice Unleashed (Hell on Earth, Book 3)”
Genre: Dark Erotica-BDSM-Paranormal
Cover Art: Deranged Doctor Design
Editor: Monique the Editrix
Blurb:
Hell hath no fury…
Saphiel’s gone and it’s all Kami’s fault.
Panicked and riddled with guilt, she turns to the only one who can help, only to fall into the wrong hands. It seems opportunity has knocked, and not a single enemy is willing to miss out. Everyone wants their dues, and Kami’s the perfect bait.
All she wants is to reunite with Saph and she’ll face off with the Devil himself to do it.
Facing herself and the reluctant truths of her heart are a whole other matter, especially when it could be too late. Will the unforgiving Avarice ever pardon her for endangering them both?
As the calendar races toward Beltane, sickening plots of greed and single-minded obsessions continue to unravel all around them, but their greatest challenge awaits in the aftermath of retribution.
Can they find some semblance of redemption in one another at last,
or will the demon within change everything?
…like a Devil unleashed.
Excerpt:
A few moments passed before the sound of a door opening and closing quietly cut through the room. About fucking time!
The hood was yanked off her head, but not by the one standing ten feet away, facing her. Panting, she quickly scanned the room without moving her head. There were at least seven Legion standing guard—three on either side of her, plus the one who’d removed the hood and remained behind her shoulder. Had they been there all the while? Probably. Bastards. None of them mattered, at any rate. It was the six and half-foot golden god with ice-blue eyes and a face sculpted for sin standing directly across the room that mattered.
He wore a light-gray modern suit with an old-fashioned flare—a vest, complete with pocket watch. It did nothing to detract from the raw power he emanated. His dirty blond locks were brushed arrogantly away from his face, too long to be professional, but she’d dare anyone to tell him that. His eyes were like the winter; blue death with a frosty coating, encircled by a midnight ring. They drank her in with something close to pleased malevolence.
“Mmm, now that’s the face that belongs to a woman in chains. Mascara tears and ruby red lips,” he broke off with an aroused sound of approval. “You look absolutely tragic, Kami. May I call you Kami?”
She knew better than to answer. His voice was smooth as whiskey. A velvety spell designed to wreak havoc on his victim’s minds. She doubted he’d ever uttered a single syllable of sincere flattery in his entire existence. No, much like Saphiel, this Devil got his pleasure from making others suffer. Tremendously. She could feel his sadism woven into his potent presence. Her inner masochist had radar like that.
Flashing a quick smile of amusement, he clucked his tongue. “Clever, too. I’m almost envious that one of my wayward brethren have already claimed you. I think I could have enjoyed toying with you for a while.”
Kami visualized a giant, icy dragon batting around a helpless kitten and tried not to shudder.
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Author Bio:
A.C. Melody is a hybrid Author of Erotic Romance and its many sub-genres. Confessed javaholic, introverted geeky girl with a twisted sense of humor and a wretched muse.
She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges. No matter how submissive or demure, her female leads have a core of strength and a willingness to admit their own flaws and evolve, not just demand that of their men.
When it comes to gambling, A.C. admits she’s 100% guilty of placing all her money on the underdogs, anti-heroes, and shameless whores.
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NICOLA DAVIDSON worked for many years in communications and marketing, as well as television and print journalism, but hasn’t looked back since she decided writing wicked historical romance was infinitely more fun. When not chained to a computer she can be found ambling along one of New Zealand’s beautiful beaches, cheering on the champion All Blacks rugby team, history geeking on the internet, or daydreaming. If this includes chocolate—even better!
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