Today is a slightly different approach for me. I am featuring a paranormal release, Reaver by Larissa Ione, Demonica Book 10/Lords of Deliverance Book 5 from Grand Central Publishing.
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REAVER by Larissa Ione
December 17, 2013; Grand Central Publishing Mass Market; $8.00; 978-1-4555-2697-0
Reaver is an angel with a past, a record, and a less-than-heavenly attitude. Powerful enough to fight alongside the fiercest battle angels-and crazy enough to risk his wings on a one-way mission to hell-he's agreed to go where no angel has ever gone before . . . to steal the most seductive and dangerous prize of Satan himself.
Harvester is one of the Fallen, a once-heroic angel who sacrificed her wings to work as an undercover agent in hell. But now her cover has been blown, and she's doomed to an eternity of agonizing torture. Even if Reaver can snatch her away from Satan's lair, even if they can fight their way out of the underworld's darkest depths, there is one thing Harvester can never escape-her newfound thirst for an angel's blood. . .
Harvester is one of the Fallen, a once-heroic angel who sacrificed her wings to work as an undercover agent in hell. But now her cover has been blown, and she's doomed to an eternity of agonizing torture. Even if Reaver can snatch her away from Satan's lair, even if they can fight their way out of the underworld's darkest depths, there is one thing Harvester can never escape-her newfound thirst for an angel's blood. . .
Excerpt from Reaver
“R-Reaver?”
Reaver held Harvester’s frail body tight
against his as he navigated the final steps of a winding ledge that dropped
them into a world of weird. “It’s me. It’s okay. We’re safe.”
Relatively safe, anyway. Relative
meaning that they weren’t dead. Yet. He just hoped the same could be said for
Tavin, Matt, and Calder. When he’d left them to sneak into Satan’s realm,
they’d been engaged in a battle they’d initiated as a diversion. It had been a
risky move, and Reaver could only pray they’d make it to the rendezvous point.
A hunter’s horn sounded in the distance
and was answered by another, closer horn signal. Satan’s minions hadn’t gained
ground, but they were spreading out. Damn.
He scanned the landscape of thorny
plants, hills of blackened earth and trees, and twisted, abandoned structures.
Nothing moved.
He looked down at Harvester, and as
before when he first saw her hanging over a pit of acid, he felt sick to his
stomach. He didn’t like Harvester even though he was grateful for the things
she’d done, but she didn’t deserve this; her naked body too thin and mottled
with bruises and ligature marks, her once silken black hair tangled and dull,
and worst of all, missing her gorgeous green eyes.
Under ideal circumstances, an angel
could heal from even the most heinous injuries within hours. But these were far
from ideal circumstances, and Harvester’s source of power, her wings, had been
severed. Without wings or medical assistance, it could take weeks, even months,
for an angel’s body to fully heal.
“I can’t risk healing you more than I
did,” he said. “My power isn’t reliable right now, and I could do more harm
than good.”
“Reaver,” she croaked, as if he hadn’t
spoken. “Why…how…”
“Shh.” He tucked her face into his
chest, quieting her.
“We’re going to meet up with some friends, and then I’ll
answer all your questions.”
Reaver and the assassins had worked out
a plan A and a plan B. Plan A had been shot to hell when iron gates had
prevented Reaver from getting out of Satan’s realm to the south, where his
companions would have been waiting. Now, with demons in pursuit, they were on
their way to plan B. Hopefully Tav, Matt, and Calder had realized quickly that
Reaver’s escape route had gone bad.
Inhaling the stench of rotten vegetation
that permeated this section of Sheoul, he started away from the skeletons of
some burned-out buildings and toward a mountain range as expansive as the
Rockies. He moved swiftly, outrunning the sounds of pursuit and pausing once to
blast a group of imps with a ball of lightning. The sphere struck the leader,
and from there sent electrical strikes at each of the surrounding imps, frying
them all in a handy eight-for-one.
Harvester slept in his arms, barely
stirring when he stopped to listen for anyone following them. By the time they
neared the plan B meeting site, Reaver was sure they’d lost the
demons—temporarily. Reaver wasn’t naive enough to think they were off the hook.
The demons chasing them were only the first wave, the security detail unlucky
enough to be guarding the dungeon Harvester was kept in.
Once Satan got wind of this, if he
hadn’t already, Reaver and Harvester were going to have legions of minions on
their heels.
Bio:
A former meteorologist and EMT, Air Force veteran Larissa Ione now gets her daily dose of excitement from vampires, werewolves, demons, and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. She lives in wintery Wisconsin with her U.S. Coast Guard husband, her teenage son, a rescue cat, and her hellhound, a King Shepherd named Hexe.
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