A descendant of the Angel of Vengeance, Nate da Luca was gifted with an uncanny ability to find things. It made his job as a detective a breeze—until he learned the hard way that some things should remain hidden. After that, his powers vanished, along with his belief in himself. Which is going to make tracking down Gabriella Littlefield for his latest client a challenge.
Personal trainer Ella Little paid a hefty price for her life—now all she wants is to live it in peace. Then a sexy hulk of a man turns up in her gym, reigniting desires she thought she'd left behind along with her real name and hair color.
Desires she can't deny even after she discovers Nate's no stranger to her dark past.
Before he can convince her the attraction is mutual, Nate's going to have to earn Ella's trust. But a demon is playing for keeps in the world of humans, using Ella as bait, and the last thing they have is time…
Without warning his vision went so completely black he thought for a dazed moment the gym’s power had been knocked out. Then a hideous, enervating cold crept like ground fog along his nerves, freezing him from the inside out until he couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Alarm sprinted through him as the disbelieving thought that he might be having a stroke hit him. Then a pale spark glimmered in the darkness, like light reflected on diamonds. His pulse thundered behind his eyes in ever-increasing pain as he focused on that flash until it came into focus—a bright circular light towering impossibly high and reflecting against a glass wall. Was it the moon? Before he could figure it out, movement behind the glass drew him in until he was standing on one side of what seemed to be a giant snow globe, with the faceless giant from his dreams on the other side only an inch or two away.
“Stop.” The voice that emanated from the featureless form reverberated in his head until the throb in his eyes was excruciating. “Stop looking at me, abomination. I can feel you watching me. I know you are there. I’ve always known.”
Abomination. Another word for the Nephilim. Nate had never felt much like an abomination, but he decided not to quibble over semantics.
“Of all things, it is your sight I fear the most. I wonder…if I show myself to you, will I no longer be hidden? Will you become blind to me long enough for me to become complete?”
Even as Nate’s short-circuiting brain reeled in confusion, the featureless waxwork lifted its arms, spreading its fingers out wide, and a ragged pulse of urgency hit him so intensely it bordered on panic. Holy crap, he didn’t want to look at those fingers. There was something…not right with them. They were spider-thin and stomach-churning in their length, with extra knuckles evident along the backs.
This is bad, oh shit, this is all sorts of bad…
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Author Bio: A competitive figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail began writing stories in between events to pass the time. By the age of fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a figure skating coach who was also a published romance writer, or a romance writer who was also a skating pro. Now with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and writing everything from steampunk to cyberpunk, contemporary to paranormal at night, both dreams have come true.