Alysha Ellis | Are You an Angel? Or a Devil?

We all want to be good, don’t we? And when it comes to the big things in life, we mostly are. Your angelic-self shouts at the rotten driver who cuts you off in traffic, but you don’t ram your car into him. Even if that’s mainly because you don’t want your car wrecked, it’s still a plus and a reward for not giving in to your baser instincts.

But when it comes to the little things, the Devil sitting on my shoulder wins much more often than I’d like.

Take the very expensive box of chocolates someone gave me on my last birthday. The angel in me said, “Nice girls share them around.” My inner devil screamed, “Mine. All mine.” The devil also warned me that once the chocolate-starved hordes—aka my kids—knew there were chocolates, I’d be lucky to get even a whiff of creamy, cocoa-beaned, Swiss heaven.

So—and it shames me to admit this, but my angel says be honest—I stopped at the supermarket on the way home and bought a box of much, much cheaper chocolates and swapped the contents of the boxes.

“Aha!” I hear you cry. “This is not Forrest Gump. Life is not a box of chocolates, because with chocolates you do know what you’ll get. There is a card!”

There is indeed, and I took that card from the cheap box, cut off the brand-identifying bit, and slid it into the fraudulent package of shame.

The one or two fakes that didn’t nestle perfectly into the exquisitely crafted, gold- foiled cups—I ate. After all, it was only reasonable that even the best of mothers would consume a couple before passing them around.

As expected, the family fell on the sweets with the appetites of apex predators. The doctored card received no more than a brief glance. If I’d had a moment’s doubt that my subterfuge would be detected, it disappeared like the chocolates.

I secreted my genuine treasure trove in a place where the kids would never find it and indulged in the delicious treat only when I was totally and utterly alone.

If I were really angelic, I’d be wracked with guilt about this. But when my oldest leant back, sighed with repletion, and said, “There’s nothing like good quality chocolate. That cheap stuff tastes awful,” my devil and I laughed ourselves silly.

About Alysha Ellis

Alysha Ellis lives in Australia. She has two children and two cats, all capable of being angels or devils as the mood takes them. None of them appears as the hero or heroine in her devilishly wicked books, Send Me an Angel and The Devil Made Me Do It.

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About SEND ME AN ANGEL

Ellie's angel shows her Heaven on Earth.

It’s not every day a woman opens her door to find a gorgeous, naked man asleep on her front step. But then, a man claiming to be an angel is no everyday occurrence.

Wherever Matthew has come from, and whatever his purpose, one thing is for certain. Sex with him is the closest Ellie has ever been to heaven. And she’ll fight anyone or anything that tries to take her angel away from her.

About THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT

When Jess meets the Devil, and he offers to give her the sexual experience of a lifetime, she can’t think of a single reason to resist temptation. Good girls might be good, but bad girls have all the fun.

The Devil promises to make her burn in Hell…and love every minute of it. Jess goes on a journey to explore the limits of her sensuality. No matter how far it takes her she has a ready-made excuse—the Devil made her do it!