Erica Hayes Guest Post & GIVEAWAY

What’s a fallen angel to do?

Fallen angels are cool, right? Everyone knows that. Thrown out of heaven – usually for breaking some arbitrary rule, or some other totally understandable transgression – and cursed to walk the earth, alone and friendless, forced to adapt to living among humans. ‘Kick-ass warrior for God’ isn’t exactly a skill in demand in the human world. What will he do? Where will he go? And when the eternal battle between good and evil surfaces on earth – as it always does! – can he truly stand by and let it happen?

But the concept of a fallen angel just walking the earth with no purpose is a bit strange, isn’t it? If he’s been so bad, why doesn’t God just throw him into hell? And if the angel’s not that evil, then why waste good talent by kicking him out? Surely, heaven needs all the mighty warriors they can get. Why would the powers-that-be leave these guys just wandering around for no reason… or are they?

The fallen angels in my Seven Signs series are called the Tainted Host. They’ve been thrown out of heaven for a whole bunch of reasons—but saved from hell by their boss: Michael, the warrior archangel. Michael’s the guy responsible for bringing holy wrath and destruction down on mankind – slaughtering the innocents, turning cities to salt, doing shadowy deals with demons, that sort of thing – and to that end, he’s built himself a little gang of fallen angels who owe him a favor. No one wants to do the dirty work. But these guys? They’ve got no choice, if they want to stay out of hell.

Luniel, the hero of Revelation, was Tainted for putting love before duty—he let a demon go free so he could save the woman he loved, and heaven won’t stand for that sort of disobedience. Dashiel, the Tainted Host’s leader, was thrown out because he enjoyed killing too much. Iria was shunned for disobeying her archangel, Jadzia for cowardice in the face of the enemy when she let a tortured demon go free out of compassion. Ariel tried to interfere with God’s Plan and got punished for it. And Japheth doesn’t actually know why he was Tainted. Some whim of Michael’s. He’ll find out, in due course, and he won’t like the answer…

Fact is, Michael has an unpleasant job to do. Might as well rope in the fallen angels, those shady cousins no one talks about at heaven’s parties. They can’t say no, unless they want to dive headfirst into hell.

But that doesn’t mean the fallen can’t keep their honor. When Luniel discovers a plot by a gang of demons to hijack the Apocalypse and bring on the end of the world, he can’t just stand by and let it happen… but then he falls for Morgan, a beautiful medical examiner who’s helping him fight the demons’ plague, and things get more complicated. He’s been punished before for letting love get in the way of duty. If he does it again, Michael won’t have mercy on him… but what does his own soul matter, when Morgan’s is at stake? And who cares about either of them, when the world’s about to end?

Sacrifice, damnation, the one vs. the many, keeping the faith when the power deserts you… these are the themes I’ve tried to explore in Revelation. Along with cool fantasy stuff and hot romance 🙂 I hope you enjoy it! You can find me on the net at http://facebook.com/ericahayes.author and http://twitter.com/ericahayes.

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**GIVEAWAY**

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1 signed set – all 4 Shadowfae books

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Available: Amazon/B&N

Type: Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Berkley

A fallen angel with a mission and a medical examiner who’s lost her faith are fighting for their souls in a glittering, near-future Manhattan…

Blind faith is for fools. That’s what Dr. Morgan Sterling believes. And she’s going to prove it by curing the zombie plague ravaging her city’s slums. She’s certain it’s not a sign of the End of Days, but a nasty disease—until an angel appears in her morgue in a flash of glory.

Luniel is not just a fallen angel. He’s a powerful warrior sworn to fight evil in hopes of a chance at redemption. He’s after the demon princes who are stealing the seven vials of holy wrath which, when perverted, will unleash eternal hell on earth.

To stop the plague, Luniel needs Morgan’s help, and her faith. But Morgan believes science is their salvation. If the zombie plague is a demonic curse—and if Luniel is true—he’ll have to prove it. Even if he loses his heart to true love or his soul to Hell…

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Excerpt from Revelation by Erica Hayes

White light erupted, brighter than any flashbulb.

She gasped, dazzled. Breeze ruffled her hair. Her elbow hit the trolley, and the camera jolted from her fingers.

A hand gripped her arm, steadying her. A man’s voice, deep and unfamiliar. “Sorry, lady. I didn’t think anyone would be here. Are you—oh, shit.”

Her vision cleared, and she scrabbled on the floor for her camera. “Jesus, you scared the hell outta . . . oh!” She looked up, and fell right back onto her ass, her nerves in disarray.

Whoa. Not just tall, or big. More, in every way compared to . . . well, compared to a normal man.

This guy wasn’t normal.

Black hair, blacker than soot and wilder than music. Blue eyes, hotter and deeper than summer sky, luminous pale skin, long dark lashes any woman would kill for. Arms thicker than her thighs in a dark shirt with no sleeves, strong wrists that made her weak, hands that could crush rocks. And his thighs in those jeans . . . long, powerful, rippling as he moved.

His face was familiar, she realized. Those carved cheekbones and, umm, luscious lips. The bird man. Only Birdy was blond, and this guy was dark and . . . tasty.

His gaze lasered onto hers, relentless, and she shivered. He looked dangerous. Driven. Not a patient man.

Morgan scrambled up, struggling to keep her mind on the issues. This was Babylon, the psycho-killer capital. Well-adjusted guys didn’t break into morgues after-hours. But how Mr. Huge-dark-and-oh-by-the-way-totally-hot had gotten in here was beside the point. So was how easy it’d be for a guy his size to tear her limb from limb, or worse.

He’d seen Birdy’s body. She couldn’t call security. Not yet. Not before she’d preserved the evidence.

She licked her lips. “Um. Hi. I was just . . .”

He strode up to the trolley, and his fingers clenched the edge, hard enough to dent the steel. On drugs. That explained the crazy swirl in his eyes. “You found my brother,” he said stiffly. “I guess asking how he died is redundant.”

“Umm . . . he’s . . . well . . .” Morgan stuttered, unable to keep it in any longer. “He’s a frickin’ bird man! Who the hell are you?”

He turned, and to her surprise, he laughed.

Her guts melted, like warm honey, and she shivered again. So beautiful. So smooth and melodic. She wanted to press her thighs together, feel his tingling warmth . . .

Or not. Her indignation sparked. He hadn’t answered her question. Who the hell was he?

The guy with the Rohypnol laugh shook his head. “Bird man. Christ. You people. Never believe what’s right in front of you.”

“Sorry, but I’m a scientist. I believe what I can see.” Morgan folded her arms, defiant, and edged closer to the wall where the alarm button was. Screw collecting more evidence. This guy was seriously creeping her out, and it wasn’t just because he had her thinking about sex instead of squirting him with capsicum spray.

“You do, do you?” His gaze flicked to the alarm button, and back to her, and swift as the flashbulb he dived forward and grabbed her arm. “Then believe this.”

Light shimmered again, dazzling. And glossy black wings burst from his shoulders in a rain of golden glitter.

Morgan’s heart catapulted, and she gulped for breath. The golden light glimmered, and dissolved.

But his lush midnight feathers didn’t. And he held her, his body close in the heady scent of altar smoke. His whisper rumbled through her chest. “I’m sorry. I can’t let you call your

security. You never should have seen any of this, but it’s too late for that now. My name is Luniel. That’s Ithiel, my twin. He’s an angel. And so am I.”

Morgan struggled, her mind blanking. It couldn’t be true. Not possible. She must be dreaming. Yet . . .

She wriggled, beating at his massive forearm. “Let me go!”

He let go.

She stumbled away, rounding on him. More fool him. Whatever this guy was, he wasn’t to be trusted. “Sorry. Not possible. I don’t believe in angels.”

“Not my problem.” The man—Luniel—shrugged, feathers ruffling. His accent was elusive, a mixture of exotic and familiar, like he came from no place in particular.

“It’ll be your problem when I call the cops, you freak.” The dude still wore a shirt with no sleeves, and the wings—his wings—fit easily into the cutaway space. Blacker than black, like soot, broader than his massive shoulders, and long, the tips of the feathers reaching to mid-calf. It looked so real.

Morgan’s mind stuttered. She must be dreaming. But if this was a dream, surely he’d be wearing white robes and a halo? Instead of all dark and smoldering and . . . and sinful, like some insane Mardi Gras biker?

She sidled backwards, towards her desk in the cutting room. A girl didn’t grow up in Babylon without learning some self-defense. Her pistol was in the drawer. Maybe she could get away, lock him in, call security. 9-1-1 was a waste of time, despite her threat. Resources were stretched, and police response to anything short of a terrorist plot in progress just didn’t happen.

Luniel stalked her, midnight wings flaring. “Freak? Wow. I’m so pleased to meet you . . . I’m sorry, what didn’t you say your name was?”

“I’m Dr. Morgan Sterling. This is my mortuary. You’re trespassing.” Behind an autopsy

bench, a few steps closer to the desk.

He circled, leaning over the bench on two hands, muscles flexing. “As they say these days, Dr. Sterling: whatever. Tell me where they found my brother.”

She fumbled against the desk, feeling behind her. “Screw you.”

“Is that an offer? I’m touched.” His hot blue gaze drilled her, magnetic. “But not distracted. Come on, Doctor, it’s important.”

She ripped the drawer open and grabbed the pistol, leveling it at him two-handed and thumbing the safety off. “So’s this. Back off.”

“No.” He vaulted the bench with ease, landing silently before her on wafting wings. Careless of her pistol. Unruffled, like a panther facing a hissing pussy cat, some small, insignificant creature who posed no threat.

His delicious scent paralyzed her, a rich toffee sweetness. Her mouth dried. He was luminous, dazzling, too perfect to be real. Certainly too perfect to be telling the truth. “Get away.”

“Wait, let’s see. Umm . . . no.” He cocked his head, and reached for her hair, stroking it with one finger. “You’re very pretty, Morgan Sterling. Pity if that got spoiled. Tell me about my brother.”

Now her gun was trapped between them. Her hands quivered, her memory of defensive moves a blank. “Get away! I’ll shoot!”

“No, you won’t.” He wrapped her hair around his fingers, and leaned closer, sniffing her. “You’re a doctor. You don’t hurt people.”

“Don’t bet on it.” She inhaled, and squeezed the trigger.

authorphoto_ericahayesBIO:

Erica Hayes was a law student, an air force officer, an editorial assistant and a musician, before finally landing her dream job: fantasy and romance writer.

She writes dark paranormal and urban fantasy romance, and her books feature tough, smart heroines and colourful heroes with dark secrets.

She hails from Australia, where she drifts from city to city, leaving a trail of chaos behind her. Currently, she’s terrorizing the wilds of Northumberland.

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