Paranormal / Thriller
AEQUITAS I Betrayal .
The Aequitas, part angel and demon, have kept the balance between the forces of good and evil-until now.
When Etienne Grant is kidnapped and transformed into an Aequitas, marriage to Auria is the only thing that will save his soul.
Auria is a beautiful but efficient Aequitas, a General who wants nothing to do with love. A former lover has plans to prevent any hope of happiness with her new husband, and after murdering his own best friend and forcing Auria to join his rebellion, the balance between good and evil spirals out of control.
Can Etienne’s tenderness melt Auria’s cold heart and heal the pain of their secret pasts? Their very survival depends on it.
Excerpt:
A female form approached, clad in white clothing that accented her brown skin.
The endless depths of her black onyx gaze mesmerized him, seemed to hold him captive. His surroundings faded.
Eyes he’d seen before, but where and when?
He tried to blink but could not. A euphoric daze came over him as the dark abyss of her eyes pulled him in further.
Her small fingers shoved his chest, and he soared into the air.
Oh no!
As his body slammed to the ground, he gasped. His lungs clutched for air. How could such a petite feminine creature overpower him?
A seraphic beauty or a demon?
She leapt, rising in the dark of night, steel heels gleaming. Crap! Yet he didn’t move, spellbound by the fluidity of her movements, and then braced for impact.
Landing feet first, she knocked the wind from his lungs. They screamed for air. Impossible. The heels should have gone through him.
Emotionless, she stood on his chest, yet her body didn’t weigh on him. His attempts to shift, fruitless. He remained pinned.
She bent down. Her heels ground into his skin, scraping his chest until she knelt, knees pressed to his collarbone.
“Err,” he protested, teeth gritted in anguish as his flesh bled beneath her slicing heels. “Err.”
The slight twinkle in her eyes as she pressed her forearm to his throat held him in a trance, the movement of branches crawled. Everything around him seemed to slow. The only sounds came from his pounding heart and rapid breath.
Why didn’t she finish the job? She’d clearly proven she could dispose of him with ease.
Face close to his, she made contact with his cheek and stroked her thumb on his flesh.
He shook his head, reached up and grabbed her small wrists, restraining her, but she twisted her arms free. Lips curved upward to one side, she rose and stepped off his chest.
She toyed with him. If her intent wasn’t to kill him, what on God’s green earth was it?
“Do I have your attention?“