Today
I have a special treat for you all to flap your wings at! Please give
a warm welcome to Felicity Heaton, author of Her Demonic Angel!
1. Hi, Felicity! I am so thrilled to have you here today. Please give us some background, to my followers,about Her Demonic Angel.
Her Demonic Angel is the fifth book in
my Her Angel romance series, but that doesn’t mean you have to know
all the books to understand what happens in it. Readers will
definitely get more enjoyment from the book if they’ve read Her
Guardian Angel, but it’s not necessary.
Her Demonic Angel is about Veiron, a
Hell’s angel who has turned his back on his master and is aiding a
couple, Amelia and Marcus, in their quest to end an eternal game that
Heaven and Hell is playing with them all. When he’s asked to go
into Hell to save the younger sister of Amelia, all he wants to do is
say no, but he agrees to give it a shot.
Veiron has a heart of ice and he’s
driven by his lust for vengeance against the Devil. He’s focused on
that mission and he isn’t about to let anyone sway him from his
path, until he meets Erin in Hell. She awakens dangerous feelings in
Veiron, thawing the ice around his heart, and he begins an internal
battle against the burning desire that ignites between them.
The moment Erin sets eyes on Veiron,
she knows that she wants him. As they trek through Hell, she
discovers that Veiron is a local and also a fallen angel. It doesn’t
change her growing feelings for the lethally sensual warrior. If
anything, it only makes her want him all the more. But Veiron is more
than just fallen, and he fears that it will come between them because
it was Hell’s angels who snatched Erin from her apartment and
brought her to the Devil.
Her Demonic Angel is available in ebook
from Amazon Kindle, Apple iBookstores, Kobo Books and other
retailers. It’s available in paperback from Amazon too. All of the
links and an 8 chapter sample download are available on my website:
http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/ebooks.php?title=Her%20Demonic%20Angel
2. What inspired you to write Her Angel Series?
The Her Angel series came to me because
I was walking to work one day questioning a plot idea I had been
writing down notes for. It was a vampire romance at the time but I
wanted to see how I could make it different, and then for some reason
I decided to see if it would work better with angels rather than
vampires as the protagonists. It would. Because I started thinking
about angels for that story, I started thinking about them in general
too, and what it would be like to have an angel series where the
angels weren’t fallen and were still working for a higher power,
but while they were messengers of God, they were their own beings
too, able to make their own decisions and pursue their own passions
without castigation. They’re all male and they’re passionate,
frivolous at times, and like to bend the rules as much as they can
without breaking the ones still in place, and they’re curious about
anything that was previously forbidden, such as alcohol and other
things, just like a human would be. I came up with the Her Angel
series then, and in each book I explore how heroines of mortal,
demon, witch or any other species would react to an angel and how far
those angels would go to convince their heroine that love between
them isn’t forbidden. Would they renounce their master? Would their
heroine allow them to do such a thing?
From there, the series and the world in
it really expanded. The first novel, Her Guardian Angel, is the
starting point for one of the main story arcs in the series. The
first three books were novellas and focused on the romance with
individual events taking place in the world. Her Guardian Angel
switched the focus to a major eternal battle between Heaven and Hell,
and upped the stakes for everyone in the series so far.
Her Demonic Angel continues the angels’
fight against the game but this time we’re with a Hell’s angel,
Veiron, as he tries to find a way to end the game and have revenge on
Heaven and Hell.
At the
moment, I’m offering the first novella in the series for free at
selected Amazon Kindle, Apple iBookstores and Kobo Books sites.
Readers can find all the links and read a sample of Her Dark Angel at
the following page: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/herdarkangel/
3. Do you plan to continue the series or just end it with Veiron?
The series will continue. I’ve
decided that Asmodeus will have his story told next, so we’ll be
heading back into Hell. Expect to see a lot of Apollyon, as well as
Veiron and Erin in this next one, and Nevar will be in it too.
4. Would you ever do a book tour?
I do a lot of blog book tours. I’m
not sure I would ever consider touring bookstores. I don’t think I
would attract a very large crowd at this point in my career and I can
picture me sitting and looking very lonely behind a stack of unsold
books. I am considering doing a convention next year though.
5. What is your favourite paranormal creature to write about and why?
I
can’t resist vampires. They’re my first love. I really like
writing shifters, angels, demons, witches, and fae and gods now too,
but I’ll always come back to the vampires. I find the whole
mythology behind them fascinating and there is so much I can do with
them, tweaking certain elements about them all the time to come up
with something new.
6. What are you doing for Halloween?
I’m not doing anything this year. My
sister normally has a small party for our family, but my aunty passed
away in the summer and her birthday was around Halloween, so we’re
not celebrating this year.
7. Do you have any Halloween recipes to share with us?
Unfortunately not. I always look at the
fantastic cupcake recipes online and I love their decorations. Maybe
one year I’ll have the time to do something wild and wacky for
Halloween.
8. Would you ever write a Halloween themed book?
I have written stories for release
around Halloween, but I don’t think I’ve ever written anything
that involved Halloween. I’m more of a Christmas girl. I’ve
featured Christmas in a few of my books.
9. Is there anything else you'd like to add or tell us about you, your books or just anything?
Thanks for having me here and
interviewing me. If readers are interested in learning more about my
paranormal romance books and series, they can visit me at my website:
http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk
Or readers can follow me on:
Twitter:
http://twitter.com/felicityheaton
Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/felicityheaton
HER DEMONIC ANGEL BY FELICITY HEATON
A demonic angel with a heart of ice, Veiron walks a dark path with
vengeance on his mind. Nothing will sway him from his mission to destroy
his master... until he risks his life to enter Hell once more to save a
mortal female. The fiery beauty makes him burn with hungers he must
battle and needs he cannot deny, tempting him to surrender body and soul
to her.
Erin is convinced her refusal to do the Devil’s bidding will see her die in a terrifying realm straight out of her nightmares. The last thing she expects is the lethally sensual warrior who breaks into her cell and awakens the darkest desires of her heart and a fierce longing to know the heat of his caress.
Pulled into an incredible world where war is set to ignite and darkness is on the rise, Erin races with Veiron to escape the Devil’s legions in a journey fraught with danger and filled with passion that flares white-hot.
When Erin is faced with a life-shattering realisation and an extraordinary destiny, will their love give them the strength to battle both Heaven and Hell or will they be parted forever?
Erin is convinced her refusal to do the Devil’s bidding will see her die in a terrifying realm straight out of her nightmares. The last thing she expects is the lethally sensual warrior who breaks into her cell and awakens the darkest desires of her heart and a fierce longing to know the heat of his caress.
Pulled into an incredible world where war is set to ignite and darkness is on the rise, Erin races with Veiron to escape the Devil’s legions in a journey fraught with danger and filled with passion that flares white-hot.
When Erin is faced with a life-shattering realisation and an extraordinary destiny, will their love give them the strength to battle both Heaven and Hell or will they be parted forever?
Her Demonic Angel
– Excerpt
The door opened
behind her and Erin didn’t make the mistake of whirling to face the
visitor this time.
She turned slowly,
expecting to find either the Devil or one of his cronies come to
torment her.
It was neither.
A bloodstained and
beaten man wearing tight black jeans that emphasised the thickness of
his thighs and a black t-shirt that stretched across the impressive
hard cut breadth of his chest stood in the doorway.
He was holding a
very big sword.
Erin swallowed.
Had he come to kill
her?
She glanced back at
the abyss below her feet. What would be a better and less painful
death? Falling to this scarlet-haired man’s sword or plummeting
into the volcanic river?
“Erin, I presume?”
His deep voice wrapped around her and Erin couldn’t miss the
concern that laced the weariness and irritation in it.
Erin looked back at
him.
He slid the
broadsword down his back and scrubbed his hand across several days’
worth of dark growth on his handsome face.
One good-looking man
had fooled her already and it wasn’t going to happen again. This
man was every bit as lethal, brutal and vicious as the Devil. It was
there in his eyes and the way he held himself, legs spread in a
warrior’s stance, ready for a fight.
He looked as though
he had already been through several battles recently. Now that she
looked closer, she spotted tears in his t-shirt that revealed
startlingly enticing glimpses of hard packed muscles.
Erin dragged her
gaze down to her own feet.
She must have lost
it in the past few days. She had finally plunged into crazy, her mind
frazzled by her captivity and being in Hell. She had to be insane to
be ogling the man who had clearly come to kill her.
“Why don’t you
just do it and get this over with?” she said, feeling a spark of
defiance ignite in her chest. If she was going to die, she might as
well go down fighting.
“Excuse me?” He
frowned at her, a quizzical look filling his dark eyes. “Get what
over with?”
“Killing me.”
His dark red
eyebrows pinched together. “If you’re not Erin, I might.”
It was her turn to
frown. “You don’t want to kill me?”
“Are you Erin?”
She nodded.
“Then I don’t
want to kill you.” He stepped into her cell and she noted that he
didn’t bother to stay close to the door. If she were entering a
cell on a mission to save someone, she would certainly keep one foot
in the door in case a bad guy came along and shut them both in. Did
he have another means of escape if that happened? He raked dark eyes
over her and she shivered under the heat of his gaze. “You are not
what I was expecting.”
“Ditto,” she
said and shrugged when he looked into her eyes, confusion lighting
his again. “I was expecting the Devil to come back.”
“The snide little
fucker actually paid you a visit in person?”
Erin frowned at how
casually he badmouthed the Devil, as though he wasn’t afraid of
him. She stared at the man, taking in his impressive height and
build. He was taller than the Devil and much broader too, thick
sinewy muscles visible beneath his tight clothing. His biceps were
huge, so large she would struggle to wrap both of her hands around
one arm. Her fingertips and thumbs wouldn’t touch if she tried.
Matching black and red tribal tattoos curled around those biceps, a
tantalising peek of a larger design that disappeared under the
sleeves of his t-shirt.
Erin found herself
wanting to strip his top off to see the rest of it.
She really had lost
her mind.
“Are you alright?”
He frowned again.
“Just a little
brain damage,” she said, trying to make light of everything.
He crossed the black
floor and stopped before her, towering close to a foot over her, his
immense body overshadowing hers and making her feel tiny. He slid one
large hand along the line of her jaw, tilted her head back, and
stared down into her eyes.
Erin swallowed. It
should be illegal for a man to be so handsome yet so lethal-looking.
He screamed danger but she wasn’t quaking under his touch because
of it. It was a whole other feeling that had her trembling.
“You don’t look
crazy,” he whispered and she added his sultry low voice to the list
of reasons someone should stamp him with the words ‘dangerous’
and ‘forbidden’. “Now... all opposed to being rescued, raise
your hands, otherwise, I’d like to get the fuck out of here.”
Erin didn’t argue,
not even when he clamped one strong large hand around her slender
wrist and drew the broadsword strapped to his back with the other.
She stared at the open door, battling a flood of emotions that
threatened to sweep her under. Freedom. This man was here to save
her. It was too sweet and glorious to believe. It had to be a cruel
trick, another form of torture to break her.
She didn’t have
much time to take in what was really happening when he pulled her
over the threshold and into a long black corridor that ran between
the cells. Before she could even glance back at the cell that had
been her home for God only knew how many days, he was dragging her
along the hallway.
“Can you run?”
He glanced over his broad shoulders at her and didn’t give her a
chance to respond before he started at a pace.
Erin tried to keep
up. The prospect of actually surviving and escaping Hell flooded her
with adrenaline that had her bare feet moving but she couldn’t
match his long strides. A bright flash blinded her but it didn’t
slow her companion. He kept running. They passed a large open room
and she turned her head in time to see several dead bodies strewn
across a floor slick with blood. More flashes lit the darkness and
with each one, a body disappeared.
They looked like
humans. Had the man killed them to reach her? What was that light and
why were they disappearing?
She started to ask
but her gaze settled on the hard angles of his profile and the stern
set of his jaw and she thought better of it. This man was her ticket
out of Hell and she wasn’t about to piss him off, not when she had
the impression that he was quite content with killing.
Erin pounded along
the black-walled corridor beside him, her legs beginning to tire and
each step jarring her bones and sending pain shooting across the
soles of her feet. She lost her footing on one of the sets of steps
that led downwards and almost fell. The man’s hand on her wrist
stopped her. He pulled her up by her arm as though she was nothing
but a ragdoll in his hands, suspending her off the ground for a
second before setting her down again.
“You are weak,”
he said and she bristled at the double meaning in his words. He
wasn’t just saying she was weak from her captivity, but that he
thought she was weak period.
Erin snatched her
wrist free of his grasp and rubbed it. She turned her nose up and
stormed ahead of him, feeling crazy for taking the lead when she
didn’t know where she was going and she didn’t have a weapon, or
the knowledge of how to wield one. She couldn’t let him think she
was weak though.
He followed behind
her, a dark shadow barely a few feet from her, his footsteps almost
silent.
They reached a split
in the corridor and Erin paused. Neither of the avenues she could
take looked inviting. Both were pitch-black and voices came from one.
Or was it the other? Everything echoed in the corridors and it was
hard to distinguish which would lead her to a grisly death and which
would lead her to freedom.
She chose the right.
The man grabbed her
around the waist from behind, twisted her in his arm, and slung her
over his shoulder.
Erin struggled and
his arm tightened against her back, causing his thick shoulder to
press into her stomach. Her organs protested, sharp pain lancing each
one.
“You’ll fall
off. I need to move fast and you’re slowing me down.”
Well, that was just
rude. Erin punched his backside. God, it was like a rock. She almost
purred. Could this man get any smexier?
“You can’t carry
me and fight your way out of here.”
He laughed, the warm
timbre of it echoing around the dark walls. “Believe me,
Sweetheart, I can fight with both hands tied behind my back. You’re
no hindrance at all.”
He jogged down the
left corridor with her, each step jolting her on his shoulder until
she felt close to losing what little remained of the last thing she
ate. Erin grabbed his leather belt, hooked her thumbs into the waist
of his jeans and pushed herself up enough that it didn’t hurt as
much as he ran.
This was just
embarrassing now.
It was bad enough
having her rescuer belittle her.
Having him carry her
fireman-style to freedom was making her wish he had left her in her
cell.
Warm fresh air
assaulted her, as fresh as Hell got anyway, and she looked up to see
the huge black walls of the prison fortress bouncing away from her.
“You can put me
down now,” she said but he didn’t hear her. Either that or he was
ignoring her. She was tempted to punch him on the backside again but
gave up and let him have his way.
The jagged towers of
the prison slowly wobbled into the distance and were lost from view
behind the spires of black rock that lined the path her hero had
chosen. Vents in their sides and tops belched hot acrid smoke that
stole her breath. She pulled his black t-shirt up, exposing a lean
delicious back, and covered her mouth with it. How the hell could he
run in this?
Erin wanted to be
sick.
She counted the
bounces in his step to keep her focus off the horrendous smell of
rotten eggs invading her lungs and the increasing number of bleached
bones that lined the path as though someone had kicked the bodies out
of the way and just let them rot there. Or perhaps some smaller
creature had picked the bones clean. There were grooves in some of
them, as though sharp teeth and claws had scraped them. Erin hoped it
had happened after death and that the screams still ringing in her
ears weren’t the death cries of people being eaten alive.
The man managed over
three hundred steps before he finally stopped and set her down with
surprising care in a wide clearing.
“Are you alright?”
He held her at arm’s length, looking her over.
Her blood heated
when his dark eyes lingered on her breasts and then the tiny shorts
she wore.
“Do you always
dress like this?” He raised an eyebrow.
Erin folded her arms
across her chest, covering her breasts. The black pebbles of the path
cut into the bare soles of her feet. “I was in bed when they took
me.”
He ran his gaze over
her again and a touch of crimson ringed his dark irises.
Erin took a step
backwards.
That had to be a
reflection of their fiery surroundings. It had to be.
Mr Tall, Dark and
Deadly couldn’t be something straight out of Hell.
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A wee bit about Felicity Heaton!
Felicity Heaton
writes passionate paranormal romance books as Felicity Heaton and F E
Heaton. In her books she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots,
mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with
leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy
shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot
demons!
If you're a fan of
paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon,
Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books
too.
If you love your
angels a little dark and wicked, Felicity Heaton’s best selling Her
Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark
vampires then try the Vampires Realm series she writes as F E Heaton
or any of her stand alone vampire romance books she writes as
Felicity Heaton. Or if you’re looking for vampire romances that are
sinful, passionate and erotic then try Felicity Heaton’s new
Vampire Erotic Theatre series.
In 2011, five of her
six paranormal romance books received Top Pick awards from Night Owl
Reviews, Forbidden Blood was nominated as Best PNR Vampire Romance
2011 at The Romance Reviews, and many of her releases received five
star reviews from numerous websites.
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Thanks for the fun interview ladies, I enjoyed reading it. Halloween is not really big here in Holland, but I think it is coming. Last year was the first time some small neighbourhood children came calling for sweets, and I was unprepared for that. This year, I will be waiting with a bag of good ones for them. I do look forward to their costumes and everything. Even the parents who came with them were in costume!
ReplyDeleteHmmm, a favorite thing about Halloween. That would be a tough one to narrow down so I don't leave my poor Michelle with an essay to read from me. My favorite thing about Halloween is the ambiance it creates. The weather gets cooler, the sky gets darker faster, and (maybe I just have an overactive imagination) it's like all the creatures in paranormal romances get particularly active. Don't you just find yourself feeling like you're being watched? Or that it wasn't the scuttle of leaves that made you turn around? It's like the veil between our world and the one of fantasy gets ever so thin, and people seem to enjoy it. I know I do. Okay, I'm done drooling over Halloween. My email is hannahmartin78@gmail.com (I think I narrowed it down pretty well :D <3 the interview by the way)
ReplyDeleteHalloween isn't really that big here in Australia but It's hard to just pick one favorite but my top three would be the scary or gross looking food you can come up even though you know it's eatable people still freak out lol. The scary/gross games or even just the fun ones and how creative the decorations or dress up's can get.
ReplyDeleteemail is: jessicaoz@hotmail.com