In all eternity, Raphian never desired anyone more than Lissa Chase. As her guardian angel, he couldn't touch her. Or shouldn't have. Taunted by demons, he succumbed. One forbidden night in Lissa's arms was everything he'd imagined it would be. And it condemned him, casting him to earth.
Lissa is stunned when the stranger from last night's erotic dreams walks into her life to pick up where the dreams had left off. When she discovers last night was reality, she's thrust into a battle of good and evil. While she decides if she can allow Raphian into her life, every demon in the vicinity is after the fallen angel to bring him fully to their side—even if it means using the woman he loves as bait.
Reader Advisory: This story contains brief violence.
Publisher's Note: This story has been previously released by Totally Bound Publishing but has been extensively expanded, revised and re-edited for a series release.
General Release Date: 20th December 2010
Lissa’s breath caught in her throat as anticipation slammed through her, setting every nerve to immediate attention. Finally, finally, the man she’d dreamt of had come to her bed. Warmth surrounded them as he knelt over her. Dark hair fell about his face and shoulders as he stared down at her. His features were beautiful, as perfectly carved as a Michelangelo sculpture, but the erection that nudged her side was of a proportion far greater than that of the artist’s statues.
She saw the man clearly in the golden glow that surrounded them despite the midnight hour. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest as he bent closer. Needing him, she reached for him and gasped in shock as her palms tingled at the contact. Panting, she drew her fingers along his pecs and marvelled at the sensation enveloping her hands.
He groaned, his eyes closing and his head tipping back as he captured one of her hands to his heart. It slammed against her fingers. He was excited as she.
As if by magic, she was free of her clothes—but that was the way of dreams, was it not? Still holding her wrist, he bent to her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Cold tingles radiated down the slope and arrowed brilliant, deadly lightning to her womb. She moaned, her hips writhing restlessly beneath him.
“Yes,” she cried when he kneed apart her legs and moved between them. The sound was lost in the golden, muzzy haze surrounding them. She didn’t miss it; it wasn’t necessary. Both man and woman knew the sexual desire that drove the dream.
Releasing her hand, he grasped her hips. His cock pressed to her pussy, the head sending those same otherworldly tingles shooting through her.
“Please,” she begged. “Please take me. I’ve waited so long.”
Again there was no sound; again, they both understood her cry.
Leaving her breast, he kissed her mouth, savagely claiming the needy recess as she struggled to get all of him. The high-pitched sound of crystal surrounded them, and she was sure it was her senses exploding beneath his sensual assault. The warmth closed in on them, like a feathery embrace, closing around them, surrounding her, stroking her back.
Then his cock pushed inside her. Yes, her being screamed as a deafening explosion of thunder shook the room. The golden glow extinguished like a flame blown out. The tingle gave way to fiery arousal, her skin now throbbing on its own. There was nothing left but the warm embrace and the two lovers uniting, undulating, finally becoming one.
When it comes to books and movies, Brynn Paulin has one rule: there must be a happy ending. After that one requirement, anything else goes. And it just might in any of her books.
Brynn lives in Michigan with her husband and two children, who love her despite her occasional threats to smite them. They humour her and let her think she's a goddess…as long as she provides homemade chocolate chip cookies on a regular basis. Brynn is president of her local chapter of Romance Writers of America and also hosts a weekly writing critique group. She's conducted workshops at several writers' conferences around the country as she enjoys mentoring and meeting new people.
According to Brynn, her writing success can be attributed to 70's music, her local road construction crews, a trusty notebook, and of course, her husband (and willing research subject), AKA Mr. Inspiration.
Reviewed by Night Owl Romance Reviews
Fallen is definitely the perfect reading material when you feel like taking a break in your day and reading something that makes you feel good when you are done.
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