I’m going to hell, and my angel’s about to lose her wings.
For years I’ve left a path
of death and destruction wherever I go. I promise myself that after one last
job I’ll have the money I desperately need to quit taking lives. That’s how I
find myself back in my hometown of Lexington.
So beautiful and innocent,
I unknowingly end up saving the life of the one girl I was supposed to keep
silent…the one girl I was supposed to end.
She’s my fallen angel sent
from above.
I can’t resist staining her
pure white wings with my darkness when I use her. Defile her. Deceive her.
The two of us were both
ruined by our pasts when they intersected. Pasts that we’re still trying to
escape with the hounds of hell on our heels.
Fate brought us together.
Now, I’ll do anything to protect my angel from the demons that haunt her. I
won’t stop until I slay the devil himself to keep her safe, the man who ruined
both of our lives.
The only problem is, my silent angel is keeping
secrets from me – the biggest of which is that I’m not the only one who wants
to exploit her.
WARNING: This book contains some dark, dirty and
dangerous situations before ending in a jaw-dropping cliffhanger. The
debauchery will continue in the second book in the series, Redeemed.
EXCERPT
Blair
I casually walk around the cluttered racks and shelves of
used junk, touching lamps and other random things occasionally, as if I’m just
browsing and not intent on buying an illegal gun. I just keep wandering around
until, what do you know, the shiny guns in the glass case just so happen to
catch my eye. There are three choices, small, medium and large. I’m sure a gun
enthusiast would know more about them like make or model, but to me, it’s just
eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
Deciding on the large one so that I do this right the
first time, I pull out the wad of cash I grabbed from my childhood piggy bank
and start counting out the three hundred dollars required for my purchase based
on the handwritten price tag. I lose count when the door buzzes, announcing
another customer. Nosy, I glance over to see who it is.
My blood warms in my veins, sending a scalding blaze of
heat from my scalp down to my toes at the mere sight of the tall man.
Everything about him screams dangerous,
from the thick chestnut-colored facial hair to his black leather jacket in
summer and the cigarette billowing a cloud of smoke from between his two
fingers. When he removes his dark sunglasses, it’s his lowered brow and deep
set eyes that are the scariest. His cold gaze undresses me from my V-neck tee
down to my open-toed platform sandals before he deems me lacking and quickly
moves on to the used guitar display in the corner. But at least he actually saw me, if only for a few, brief
seconds.
Brede
Lifting her off my bike, I stand her up next to it. Her
legs are so wobbly she has to reach for the handlebar to hold herself upright.
That’s fine, she won’t need to be standing for the next part.
“Get on your knees,” I order, and then I have to steel my
features to hide my surprise when she obeys with no reluctance, kneeling right
down on the uneven pavement. Her long, wavy butterscotch hair spills over her
shoulders, throwing off streaks of gold in the sunlight, practically forming a
halo.
My thrill-seeking angel is about to lose her wings.
Well, she may not lose her wings just yet, but those ivory
feathers will definitely be stained. Darkened. And I wanna be the one who pluck
every last one of them. Why is the idea of dirtying her up so f***ing hot?
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New
York Times bestselling author Lane Hart was born and raised in North
Carolina. She continues to live in the south with her husband, two daughters,
and several pets named after Star Wars
characters.
When Lane's not writing or
reading sexy novels, she can be found in the summer on the beaches of the east
coast, and in the fall watching football, cheering on the Carolina Panthers.
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