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Hell On Heels Series
Elle Connor's life is as grim as she had always feared. Years of demon slaying have left her with nothing to show for her trouble. She's convinced a "normal" life was never meant for her.
Patrick Holt wants nothing more than to be away from the holy wars and has lived quietly for years as an average human. The trouble is that he's anything but average--he's a fallen hybrid angel.
When Tagas the guardian angel pairs them up to investigate the brutal slayings of young women in Los Angeles, Elle wants nothing to do with Patrick. As Elle and Patrick begin to understand each other, irritation is forgotten and fiery passion ignites between them. "No ties" is how they both live, but Elle soon begins to long for much more. As they become sucked deeper into the mysterious killings, Elle fears that, in this battle, Hell will win.
Her full lips curved in a gentle smile. “I see what Tagas meant by your superior wisdom and experience. I didn’t mean to come across like a badass demon hunter who knows it all. You hunted demons long before I was even born.”
“So, now I’m old? Thanks.” He clicked off the phone and set it beside him on the seat.
Elle gave a chuckle. “Let’s just agree that you have a glorious past when it comes to slaying demons that has given you certain…um, insights into it that I don’t have.”
Elle watched his expression change, his eyes focusing intently on her as he smiled. Her heart began to beat a little faster. She wasn’t prepared to deal with this other, blatantly sensual part of Patrick in such close confines and moved to make more space between them. He moved with her until their shoulders touched.
“I have insights into many other things. Would you like to hear them, Elle?”
The heat of his glance and the softness of his tone made her hyperaware, her skin tingling. She cleared her throat nervously. “Sure, go ahead.”
Patrick’s gaze settled on her parted lips. “Most demon hunters I’ve known take sex where they can find it and never bother with love. They don’t want the responsibility that comes with loving someone else totally. I have lived like that for years, sex with no ties. You’re different from them, you have a softness. I have loved exactly one woman in my life, a human woman. She shared your same innocence of spirit, which drew me to her like a magnet.” He dragged a finger across Elle’s lips, and she let out a little gasp. Damn it, she didn’t want to be caught in his spell, but she couldn’t deny her attraction to him any longer. He leaned in closer, his lips an inch away from hers and spoke softly. “You draw me to you the same way, beautiful Elle.”
He placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her open mouth to his and devouring her. She didn’t stop him. He caressed her tongue with his own, tasting her for the first time. She loved the taste of him and leaned in, wanting more. She touched his face with gentle fingertips, and he covered her hand with his for a moment before cradling her head in his hands, deepening the kiss.
She sighed as his lips found the way to her neck, tilting her head back. She held on to his broad shoulders as he teased the shell of her ear with his tongue. She could hear how labored their breathing had become in the silence of their own little world in the back of the SUV. She knew that he wanted no ties and didn’t want any ties herself. She knew that the sting of his eventual rejection if they did have sex would still bother her. At the moment, she didn’t care. Regrets were for later.
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