VAMPIRE DEVIL (REBEL ANGELS THREE)
by Rosemary A Johns
VAMPIRE DEVIL is a new full-length novel in the addictive #1 bestselling urban
fantasy/paranormal romance series REBEL ANGELS
by USAT Bestselling author Rosemary A Johns.
It contains epic battles, steamy love scenes, magic,
vampires, angels, witches, and a badass heroine.
Dive into the action-packed magical ride
with irresistible vampire and angel lovers and a
supernatural world like you’ve never seen it before…
ღ˚ •。* ˚ ˚✰˚ ˛★* 。 ღ˛° 。* ° ˚ • ★ *˚ .ღ 。
˛˚ ░O░N░E░-░C░L░I░C░ K░░N░O░W░!░˚ ✰ ★ VAMPIRE DEVIL
˚. ★ ˛ ˚ ✰。˚ ˚ღ。* ˛˚ 。✰˚* ˚ ★ღ ˚ 。✰ •* ˚ " ✰
This is why Fallen angels fear the light…
Snatched to the Under World, Violet discovers that the father is the
tyrannical king of hell. She’s forced to battle in the Bone Carnival
to prove her loyalty in a court of the wildest vampire rebels ever
to be cast out of Angel World.
When she defies the anarchic vampire court, she’s tested
in three impossible Devil’s Quest. If she fails, she’ll be
bonded eternally to a ruthless general, whilst the vampire geek
and sexy angel she loves will become the elite
army’s playthings.
The Apocalypse is coming, and Violet may just be the weapon
that destroys the world…
"WARNING: Your life will be put on hold as you will not be able to put it down."
- Books, Books, and Ahh Books Blog
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EXCERPTS:
1.
I peered out at the shadowy vampires beyond the light who were running bones
along the bars.
Humans called them vampires, but I’d discovered they were
Fallen angels who’d been cast out of Angel World where my
mother reigned, leading to centuries of war.
And now?
Captured, I was trapped in the Fanged Wild West:
only the most savage rebels survived.
Oh yeah, and my dad was the sheriff.
I spun, whirling my ash-blonde hair like fire, before raising my hands.
“Place your bets.”
Because this was the Cage: the fighting ring where
anything went.
I was a huntress, princess, King of the Under World’s daughter
and undefeated Champion since I’d been brought here
— reluctant guest — eighty-seven fights ago.
I straightened my throbbing shoulders.
Rattle — clank. Rattle — clank. Rattle — clank.
My obsidian wingtips quivered.
It was never a sign of singing unicorns when they got with the bone rattling.
I eeped when the steel floor tipped and I skidded…towards the tarred cage bars.
I furled my wings behind myself, like a kid curling its hands over its
bum to hide itself from a smacking.
Titters and hoots.
I scowled but couldn’t help closing my eyes and waiting for the sticky thud.
Only to trip backwards, as the floor gave a metallic hiccup and levelled.
I gasped, just as I was caught in a grey-winged embrace; cherry scented
feathers swept round me.
I arched, wriggling closer. “No more fights today, Misrule. Stick a fork in me:
I’m yummy barbequed.”
A sigh. “Your audience awaits, Bone Princess. The show must go on.”
“Then are you stepping up, or can I get with the Fang whomping already?”
The Master of Misrule stroked my wings. His black eyes blazed, as he gazed down at me. I was lost in his towering shadow: a punk god.
The ringmaster of the Cage had bones threaded through his high afro like
pearls; a frilly lace cravat hung tongue-like over his PVC catsuit and coat.
The ancient vampiric black inside me carolled rejoicing at his hold,
even as the
angelic violet chanted warnings.
Oomph — I elbowed Misrule in the guts, and he let go.
Misrule bowed, before kissing the tip of my nose. ‘We shall hasten to the main
act then. Whatever the lady wishes.’
Whoops and cheers.
I reddened. “Congratulations. You’ve just gained Gold Level Brat.”
Misrule laughed, dodging back, as I dived after him.
The spotlight dimmed, and I could see beyond into the cavern.
The fiery violet tips of the vampires’ grey wings lit up the gloom,
as they hovered in gangs or clutched the sides of the bars like
they were the ones in cells.
In Angel World there would’ve been regimented division: the male
Wings kneeling at the female Glories’ feet. Here the gender divide, however,
had been torn down. All were equal in the bedlam. The flash of silver
piercings, tattoos, and Mohicans.
It was a wild chaos of desire, passion, and pain.
And I was the star of the show.
2.
Magic: it sparked through the kiss, teasing, pain-laced, and welcoming
like it knew me down to the bones.
My eyes fluttered closed, as I was held spellbound; my tongue thrust,
whilst flames crackled — violet meeting silver — where our lips met.
For once, I didn’t fear scorching my lover; Mischief’s power danced
with my own.
In the shadows of the empty cage, I wrapped my arms tighter
around Mischief. There was no baying crowd, calls for bets,
or Bone Carnival. Just us, together on the eve of
an apocalypse, losing ourselves in love.
3.
In a sizzling spray of sparkles, the angel changed…into a tiny
silver unicorn.
I gaped at the creature, desperate to stroke.
What. The. Hell?
TESTIMONIALS:
"As with all of Rosemary A Johns' books, this one is yet another gem.
WARNING: Your life will be put on hold as you will not be
able to put it down." - Books, Books, and Ahh Books Blog
"Action that makes your butt clench, laugh out loud humor, and true love.
Seriously!
No disappointments and a very strong craving
for book 4." - Goodreads, Rebecca, 5 Stars
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