Angelic Anarchy
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Release Date: September 6th 2016
Summary:
Where there is
goodness, evil is sure to follow. Where there is light, darkness is never far
behind.
Belleeza isn’t the angel your parents told you
about as a child. She’s a weapon. A warrior. But even warriors have their
weaknesses—and even warriors can have their hearts broken. Betrayed by the only
man she’s ever loved, Belleeza throws herself into an unusual mission to find a
missing teenage boy. But the treacherous path she finds herself on could lead
her closer towards the darkness than she had ever imagined—perhaps even into
the depths of Hell itself. And what about Colton, the beautiful angel turned
demon who trampled all over her heart?
Betrayals, secrets, torture, and passion. Be
careful what you wish for—Heaven on Earth might just be more than you bargained
for.
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Excerpt:
Scalding hot water traced the
scars along my back as I placed my hands against the stone shower wall. As a
warrior angel I have survived several years of battle, but not unscathed. I
have many battle wounds—most of which reside on my back and arms. Wounds from
human weapons we tend to heal without a problem; wounds by the weapons of
angels and demons are not so forgiving.
After weeks of searching for
him, last night I finally caught up with the demon I had been hunting. He put
up a ferocious fight and my muscles were still aching despite the heat of the
shower but I would be getting briefed on my next case soon so reluctantly I
reached out and turned off the faucet.
Just before I stepped out of the
shower, I froze. The air changed, and I knew that I was no longer alone. Don’t
ask me how I knew because I couldn’t tell you. Not really. There was no pop, or
bells; no flash of light, breezes, or anything like that. It was as if there
was just the slightest shift in the air. I braced for attack, reached my right
hand behind my back, and unsheathed a sword that wasn’t there a moment before.
My heavenly relics—my weapons—are always there when I need them and never when
I don’t. Where they go when I am unarmed, I have no idea. All that matters to
me is that they are there when I reach for them.
With my left foot, I kicked open
the glass door and stepped out into the empty bathroom, dripping wet. Utterly
naked but for my sword. I peeked around the door and slowly entered my bedroom.
“What do you want?” I said to
the empty room, making my voice as calm as possible.
“Relax, Beauty, I’m completely
unarmed,” said a humored voice without a face. “You’re looking just as
scrumptious as the last time we faced each other.”
A dark-haired figure walked in,
full of ease, and leaned against my bedroom door, crossing his feet. He had an
apple from my dining-room table in his hand. I spun my sword, placing the tip
of it into his throat the moment he walked through the door. He brought the
apple to his mouth, rubbed it against his shirt, and took a big bite, looking
as though he didn’t have a care in the world.
It
was Colton.
About the Author
JP
Epperson lives in Atlanta, Georgia. She is a lover of all things fantasy and
paranormal. When not writing or sitting with her head in a book she enjoys
spending time with her husband and two sons. JP is a lover of the outdoors and
her second home is a tent in the woods curled up with a book next to a
campfire.
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