No One's AngelGenres: New Adult, Romance
If you are looking for an intense, passionate love so wrong it is right, a story about losing your way but clawing desperately at any chance to find your way back, about hanging on to your last shred of sanity and trusting someone enough to let go of your fears, look no further. No One's Angel's angel is a New Adult (NA) Contemporary Romance about a girl learning to fight back and a boy learning to let go.
Tess used to spend more hours than she'd care to admit playing her favorite computer game, using the nickname Angel. She could pretend her life was different, and she could pretend Arion was just a friend. But a girl needs more to keep her warm at night than pixels, and she traded her virtual heaven for a real-life hell. Now she's on the run from a past she won't talk about, and the only place she has to go is the doorstep of the friend she's never actually met.
When Angel disappeared from their nightly games, it nearly destroyed Arion. He threw himself into work and women, but he can't help knowing the one-night stands will never compare to the angel who haunts his dreams. At first, when she shows up soaking wet and scared-shitless on his doorstep, he thinks his prayers have been answered.
But the more Arion tries to keep Angel close, the more her fear drives her away. If they are ever going to have a chance for a future, they'll first have to deal with the past that hasn't forgotten her any more than she's forgotten it--and Arion will have to learn how to let her go.
To celebrate the release of No One’s Angel, I’ve got a $50 Amazon Giftcard (or paypal cash ) giveaway for you, and a chance to meet one of the characters. (You can meet them all here.)
Introducing Axel “Arion” Chadwell.
I’ve got a fun excerpt of Arion for you, but fair warning, this is Arion uncensored. (Not PG 13, and not clean language)
When Angel steps out of the bathroom, my heart stops. Like literally fucking stops. She’s brain-blowingly beautiful, and she’s staring at me with fuck-me eyes. Lord have mercy, how in the hell am I going to make it through tonight? It’s been agony trying not to push her too far, too fast. The stench of knowing what Nick did to her rots in my brain, a constant reminder that I need to treat her with care. I know she wants me, but I’ve got to be sure that when we move forward, she truly wants to, not that she’s just playing a part or doing what she thinks she should.
And I’ve got to know that she’s capable of telling me to stop—that she can say no.
At last my heart figures out how to function again, though it’s still spasming in my chest. “Wow.” Getting out that one word took a feat of Herculean strength; her beauty is that stunning. But it’s not from the dress—though the dress looks fantastic. I have incredible taste, after all. And it’s not from the way her hair tumbles around her, begging me to run my fingers through it. It isn’t even from the flirty, strappy heels that make me imagine those legs of hers wrapped around me.
It’s from her. Tonight, without a doubt, the Angel I know is shining through.
“You like?” she asks.
The dress flares around her thighs, fluttering enticingly as she prowls toward me, begging me to unwrap her. It’s like fucking wrapping paper.
Shit. No unwrapping.
I’m so fucked. My brain has detoured into happy land, and I can’t manage a coherent thought. “I’ve got a present for me. I mean for you.” Fuck.
Angel rests her hand lightly on my chest, her fingers wandering beneath the edges of my tux jacket. Her eyes drop to my waist, where I’m sure the bulge is visible. “For me?”
I groan. “Only for you baby.”