Banned from Heaven. Escaped from Hell. They are UnHallowed.
Gideon has one shot at redemption. Close the portal to Hell forever and return to Heaven, leaving behind a millennia of darkness. Nothing means more than restoring his grace, until the one person he vowed never to see again places herself in his direct path. He has to resist her, but she is his Heaven—and his Hell.
Risking her life to shut Hell’s gateway, the last person Dina ever expected to encounter was the one she had lost forever. Duty, not desire, is what he instilled in her and what she will follow, regardless of how he makes her ache…Until the unthinkable happens and she must choose between honor, and the only love she will ever have.
Torn between what they want and cannot have, Gideon and Dina must decide whether to make the ultimate sacrifice for the sake of humanity or let passion take them to where angels fear to tread.
Welcome to my Mid Week Tease. Here is the first snippet of my newest novel, Only the Fallen.
He spun, braced for battle.
Dina couldn’t see his features, not with the portal as a backlight. He seemed to grow and strain against the confines of the room.
An optical illusion to create doubt and despair. A common tactic, her mentor had tried that trick a few times in training. She almost laughed.
Filled with items, she couldn’t fly in the tight space of the basement. Her wings would be a hindrance, so she retracted them and charged. This battle would be deadly and she had no surety of victory. Nevertheless, either her life would end, or this Lord’s, nothing less would suffice.
He darted to the nearest shadowed area and vanished. She couldn’t chase him, not into the Shadows where no light—spiritual or natural—existed. An arm banded around her neck, the pressure enough to lift her off her feet. In the struggle, her hood slipped off her head. A fist slammed into her wrist, but she wouldn’t release her sword. Two elbows to his ribs produced grunts, yet no release of the pressure on her throat. For a second, she was surprised he hadn’t used his strength and leverage to snap her neck. The move wouldn’t kill her, but would immobilize her long enough for him to steal her weapon and slay her, if he was strong enough to withstand the burn the empyreal steel inflicted on demon skin.
His lack of skill would mean his downfall, not hers. A twist of her wrist shortened the length of the sword to a dagger. She thrust the point back into her attacker. He released her, spun her around and slammed her into the wall inches away from the portal. His forearm pressed across her throat. His hand ground her knuckles together, stopping her from twisting the handle again and skewering him.
None of that was what halted her struggles to free herself and kill the male. What ended her struggle was the male himself.
Light spilled over his face. The broad forehead with lowered brows, strong jaw and chin was familiar. His hair, once shoulder length, now the coppery strands were cropped close to his skull. His skin was devoid of the natural golden tan she remembered. Yet the eyes…the cerulean eyes she’d never forgotten were now pierced with black slivers and red-rimmed.
It couldn’t be him, except why else had her body come alive in ways it hadn’t since he fell? She had to say the name she’d only whispered once on the day he fell. Logic threatened to overrule her base instinct. She forced it away and said,
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