"Third installment in the series just adds to the excitement...can't wait for more!"
Reviewed by Laurie Simpson
Posted June 19, 2015
Romance Paranormal | Fantasy Urban
Kasdeja (Kas) is Nephilim, a half angel. Captured as a
child while his family was murdered, he was raised in
Heaven but treated no better than a stray dog and trained
to deal out justice to those that break the sacred laws.
Like his brethren he will do what it takes to be free of
the Angels that killed his family even placing his trust
in the mysterious Mariel wo assures him the way to freedom
is working with his enemies.
Mariel is employed by the Renegades, fallen angels, enemy
to Kas and his brethren. Her assignment is Kas. Seduce
him. Destroy him. But Mariel has secrets, ones she can't
allow to get out without being killed herself. Only one
of which is that she's a double agent, working for Heaven.
What path will she choose or better yet what path must she
choose to stay alive?
ANGEL LOVER is a delightful twist in this third
installment. Tricia Skinner further weaves us into the
Bound Ones world with surprise after surprise. You think
you have an idea of what the third book would be? Think
again! Tricia has outdone herself and taken the series to
a whole other level and I LOVE IT! After the second book
I was salivating at the thought of book three but after
reading this one and the plot twists...man, I don't know
my heart can take it! I could not put this down....I need
book four Ms. Skinner!
The Nephilim are bound. Their powers cursed. But half-angel
Kasdeja will do
free them from Heavenâ€™s tyranny. When Kas is approached by a
woman, she tells him his greatest enemies hold the key to
Mariel keeps herself shrouded in secrets, using them to hide
her true self. For
she is not
just employed by the Renegadesâ€“enemy fallen angelsâ€”she is a
the sly for Heaven. Her directive is to seduce the gorgeous
insecurity about such sensual acts.
For Mariel is playing a dangerous game, and falling for Kas
could only cause
assignment isnâ€™t just seduction. Itâ€™s destruction.
ExcerptHe traced his fingers under her tank top and made small
circles against her
back. A soft sound escaped her lips, then she relaxed.
â€śMariel.â€ť He barely recognized his lust-blown voice.
She answered by renewing their passionate kiss, full and
open and bone
melting. She kissed him thoroughly, drawing the oxygen from
his lungs as she
twisted her fingers into his long hair.
Kas lowered her on the comforter with care, never breaking
their kiss. He
eased back, and with his gaze on hers, he pulled his shirt
over his head and
Marielâ€™s gaze made several passes over his body.
What did she feel for him? Admiration? Uncertainty? Heâ€™d
never hurt her. No
one would ever hurt her again, not if they expected to
Then Marielâ€™s gaze fell away. â€śYou are...beautiful.â€ť Her
and she pulled back.
â€śYou donâ€™t believe you are.â€ť
She didnâ€™t reply, except for the stubborn jut of her chin.
Kas smoothed his
thumb over her cheek then gently raised her head. She
wouldnâ€™t look at him.
He wouldnâ€™t allow her to withdraw from him, from them.
He touched her shirt at the waist, and her hands clamped
over his, her eyes
wet. Her fearful expression tore him apart.
â€śTrust me as I trust you,â€ť he said gently.
Kas waited until her grip loosened, and her hands fell to
the side. He infused a
smile with warmth and then eased the material up in
Time she could use to stop him.
Her flat stomach and tight abs were revealed. He smothered
afraid Mariel would mistake a groan for disapproval. Smooth,
golden skin fed
his hunger an appetizer.
â€śYou have control,â€ť he told her. â€śIf you tell me to stop,
Mariel peeked through her lashes and nodded.
He lifted the shirt higher, stared at her breasts, and bit
back another sound.
God of All, they made him salivate, but he tapped more of
Finally, the shirt was over her head and joined his on the
floor. Marielâ€™s arms
stayed locked at her sides like a soldier at attention.
Kas moved around her and climbed onto the bed next to her.
â€śLie on your
side, facing me.â€ť
â€śI do not know,â€ť she said, whisper light.
Again his chest felt as if it had crushed inward. No woman
should be made to
believe she was ugly. None should feel shame about her body.
He wanted to
beat bloody any man whoâ€™d ever looked at her wrong.
Mariel expelled a long breath as if sheâ€™d resolved herself
to do what heâ€™d
asked. She stretched out alongside him, chest to chest, her
pillowing her head.
He leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her cheek and
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