Good Vampires Go to Heaven
Deadly Angels, #8
by Sandra Hill
Releasing November 29th 2016
Avon
New York Times bestselling author
SANDRA HILL continues her sexy deadly angels series with a good demon who might
finally get his vangel wings…
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Good
Vampires Go to Heaven (Deadly Angels, #8) . . .
Vampires, Angels, Demons, what can
you say, but wow. Lucipires and Vangels. I have to say this was my first read
in this series. And I am just gobstopped. I was not sure what to make of
things. I was facilitating between oh my and wtf and did that really. Angels,
vampires, demons and double agents with a mission of good. Zeb had his work cut
out for him and for years that was the way of things. Until that was all
stopped in its tracks by betrayal and a nice new home in the dungeons.
It took me just a bit to get
accustom to what was going on and then I was sucked in and taken for a ride
that gave me the good of the bad and then more. Zeb was smokin hot and Regina
was that lite he needed to stay burning. She was the match for him in many ways
and that made the pair together very good.
There was action, drama, passion,
chemistry, and more. I got hooked. Good Vampires do go to heaven with a little
help.
Deadly Angels series:
Kiss of
Pride – Deadly Angels, #1
Kiss of
Surrender – Deadly Angels, #2
Kiss of
Temptation – Deadly Angels, #3
Kiss of
Wrath – Deadly Angels, #4
Christmas
in Transylvania – Deadly Angels, #4.5
Vampire
in Paradise – Deadly Angels, #5
Even
Vampires Get the Blues – Deadly Angels,
#6
The
Angel Wore Fangs – Deadly Angels, #7
Good
Vampires Go to Heaven – Deadly Angels,
#8
Blurb
WHEN HE WAS BAD . . .
Two-thousand-year-old
vampire demon Zeb is supposed to spend eternity turning mortal sinners into bad
guy Lucipires like himself. That way, they can grow their numbers and fight the
vampire angels known as Vangels. But Zeb is a bad boy in a good way—secretly
working as a double agent for none other than St. Michael the Archangel in
hopes of one day earning his wings. Problem is, Zeb’s betrayal is discovered.
Hello,
demon dungeon.
HE WAS VERY BAD . . .
Until
Regina, a foxy, flame-haired Vangel witch on a rescue mission, busts out Zeb,
along with three oddball Lucipire witches. Hello, temptation!
BUT TOGETHER THEY WERE VERY GOOD . . . !
Their
escape unleashes a war to defeat all Vangels forevermore. In an epic madcap
battle between good and evil, a Demon just might earn his wings . . . and spend
eternity with the Vangel of his wildest dreams.
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A
blue mist seemed to swirl above, then settle around them like a cloudy cocoon.
The rain aroma intensified, and for the first time she smelled her own cinnamon
fragrance that Zeb had alluded to. Cinnamon rain, for sure. They ought to make
a scented candle with that name.
Zeb’s drinking from her was slow and
rhythmic and only tiny sips at a time. But, oh, the bliss! It was both primal
and sexual. No wonder vangels who mated sometimes fanged each other while
making love.
Regina arched her head back to give
Zeb better access, an ageless gesture of female submission. How odd! That she
would surrender anything to a man!
Only her breasts pressed against his
battered body, the rest of her half on, half off the bed, her legs dangling
over the side. Still, she adjusted herself so as not to hurt him, and in the
process she twined the fingers of one of her hands with his, and she placed her
other hand against his head, to hold him in place.
His hand still cupped her nape, but
his other hand was making sweeping caresses over her back, from shoulder to
rump and back again. Over and over. Even though she wore one of his old
T-shirts and jogging shorts, she felt naked under his touch.
Regina was more aroused than she’d
ever been in all her life. Not that she’d been inclined to lust very often.
Once every century or so.
She wanted to climb atop his body and
rub herself against him. Skin to skin. Breast to chest. Pubic bone to pubic
bone. Thigh against thigh.
She couldn’t. Even if she could, she
wouldn’t.
She wanted to kiss his lips and draw
his tongue into her mouth. She would suck on him with childlike hunger. No, not
childlike. Nothing childlike about the hunger she was feeling.
In any case, it was a moot point. It
was hard to kiss a fanging man when only one set of fangs was involved. Two
sets? Impossible! Wasn’t it? They might even get locked together. Imagine
Vikar’s consternation if she arrived back at the castle fang-locked with a
demon vampire, wanting him to unlock them. They would be the laughingstock of
all vangeldom. Angeldom, too, she supposed.
She could imagine the jokes.
“How do two vampires kiss?”
“Carefully.”
Better she concentrate on something
else.
She had to stop Zeb’s drinking from
her, for now, or she would be drained. Slowly, carefully, she pushed herself up
and away, until his fangs withdrew from her with a small pop. He licked the
skin, reflexively, to seal the wound.
“That’s all for now,” she said and
rose off the bed. Her shaky knees almost gave out. How was she going to do this
again and again until Zeb was healed? She would be a basket case. The most
satisfied woman in the universe! Or the most stirred up and antsy for release!
Yikes!
Zeb’s
eyes opened for a moment, and he said, “Thank you.” Almost immediately, he fell
back asleep, or unconscious. His body still threw off heat like an inferno; so
the danger was not over. Still, she sensed that he was a little better.
She covered his body with a thin
sheet, dabbed at the blood on his lips with a tissue (the fangs having
retracted already), and finally replied to his comment, “No. Thank you!”
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GUEST POST from Sandra Hill
CAN VAMPIRES REALLY GO TO HEAVEN?
As the title
of my latest novel, GOOD VAMPIRES GO TO HEAVEN implies, you might be surprised
to find a vampire or two when you hit the Pearly Gates. I’ll take it one step further. Even vampire demons get a shot at the
heavenly afterlife.
How is this
possible? Surely vampires are dark
creatures whose misdeeds are more attuned to the other side. And demons?
No way could demons get past St. Peter.
Could they?
Let’s ask Zebulan, my tortured hero
with a sense of humor, a good demon, if there is such a thing.
So, Zeb, isn’t that an oxymoron,
good/demon?
Not really.
I had a really horrific event take place in my life almost two thousand
years ago (yes, I give new meaning to the term senior citizen), which started
me on a sinful path of revenge. Really
sinful. Unfortunately, Jasper, king of
the Lucipires (demon vampires), took note of my depravity and yanked me over to
his minions of bad guys. But I never
really wanted to be evil. In fact, I
yearned to become a vangel (a vampire angel).
Sounds impossible. How did you go about making the transition
from demon to angel?
Well, it wasn’t easy, believe me. Here are the steps I followed.
--Begged St. Michael the Archangel,
the vangels’ celestial mentor, to give me wings. That didn’t work, by the way. My advice: Pray, maybe. Beg, no.
--Signed on as a double agent for the
vangels. Okay, that was a good first
step…for a few years. But up to fifty
years, give or take? C’mon!
--Withstood demonic torture when my
duplicity was discovered. Forget the
rack, or water boarding. Among other
perverse tactics they used on me, can anyone say barbed wire on my…well, you
know what?
--Accepted that I wasn’t going to be
rescued by some legion of fierce vangel warriors, but instead a coven of
witches in a hot air balloon. (I kid you
not!)
--Resisted (okay, I didn’t really resist) the temptation of that
red-haired, sizzling hot vangel, Regina, who led the Motley Crue Coven. And isn’t it odd that she looks like Satan’s
sister?
So, in other words, it’s a long journey. But what you’re saying is that even the worst
sinner can be saved?
Well, duh, isn’t that the basis of all religious beliefs? Redemption.
And listen, don’t we all wish for a second chance at life? A do-over? Whether we’ve committed small sins, or big
whoppers, we hope to be forgiven.
It all sounds so serious.
It is, but then, my journey (and your lives, as well) are filled
with laughter, aren’t they? I contend
that God himself has a great sense of humor.
Man and his foibles are perfect fodder for laughter. (Picture cave man times, for example. “Hey, Ugga, is my forehead too sloping?”
followed by, “Forget your forehead, Oog.
Go get me a dinosaur steak.” Or how about Adam and Eve in the Garden of
Eden. “Are you sure you don’t want a
bite of my apple, Adam?” countered by a “Bite me!” said under the
breath.)
Check out my website, www.sandrahill.net, or my Facebook page,
Sandra Hill Author, for information about GOOD VAMPIRES GO TO HEAVEN, and my
other forty-some books.
As always, I wish you smiles in your
reading. And may there be lots of second
chances in your lives, too.
****
Author Info
Sandra
Hill is a graduate of Penn State and worked for more than
10 years as a features writer and education editor for publications in New
Jersey and Pennsylvania. Writing about serious issues taught her the merits of
seeking the lighter side of even the darkest stories. She is the wife of a
stockbroker and the mother of four sons.
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