Dark and Damaged:
Eight Tortured Heroes of Paranormal Romance Boxed Set
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This ebook boxed set features all-new, never-before-published hot paranormal romances by eight New York Times and USA Today best-selling romance authors. Tortured alpha-male bad boys will ignite your darkest, most secret desires in these stories about vampires, shifters, dragons, fallen angels, werewolves, demons, psychic warriors and ghosts.
Here’s more about this fantastic eight book boxed set, including an excerpt from one of the stories.
Dark and Damaged: Eight Tortured Heroes of Paranormal Romance is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/dark-and-damaged/
Dark and Damaged: Eight Tortured Heroes of Paranormal Romance By Jennifer Ashley, Caris Roane, Erin Kellison, Felicity Heaton, Erin Quinn, Laurie London, Bonnie Vanak and Colleen Gleason
LION EYES by Jennifer Ashley
Bree has just decided to give up trying to be a Shifter groupie when a lion Shifter slams into her truck and tells her to drive. Seamus is on the run from hunters, other Shifters, and who knows who else. All Bree knows is that he’s compelling, needs her help, and most intriguing of all, wears no Collar...
BLOOD FLAME by Caris Roane
Vampire Officer Connor of the Crescent Border Patrol tries to suppress his desire for the powerful witch, Iris Meldeere. Because the woman possesses the ability to kill him with the tips of her fingers, how can he possibly fall in love with her? When a double homicide throws them together, he soon finds his deepest fantasies fulfilled as Iris succumbs to his seductions. But as they battle together to stay alive, and love begins to consume them both, will the witch be able to forgive the dark secrets of his past …
HER SINFUL ANGEL by Felicity Heaton
Cast out of Heaven and now the king of Hell, Lucifer is a powerful fallen angel warrior with a heart as cold as ice and soul as black as the bottomless pit. For millennia, he has ruled his realm with an iron fist as he plots the demise of his ancient enemies. When one of those enemies dumps an unconscious mortal female in the courtyard of his fortress and leaves her there, Lucifer finds himself entranced by the beguiling beauty and tempted beyond all reason. But is the enchanting Nina an innocent pawn in the eternal game or part of a plot against him?
TEMPTED BY FIRE by Erin Kellison
A powerful dragon shifter has waited six hundred years to avenge the loss of his family, but the beautiful mediator sent to prevent violence among the Bloodkin doesn’t want to be his key to discovering the murderer—in fact, she wants nothing to do with dragons at all...
REBEL’S DESIRE by Laurie London
A jaded Iron Guild warrior cares about nothing except battling a ruthless enemy, but when a beautiful woman literally runs into his arms, he realizes she holds the key to his success. As passion ignites, he must decide whether to sacrifice the woman he’s falling for or dare to trust his heart again.
THE RESURRECTION OF SAM SLOAN by Erin Quinn
Trapped in the body of a human, the Reaper is about to fall in love with a woman he was never meant to have… When a reaper is trapped in Maggie’s estranged husband’s body, she knows only that the man with her husband’s eyes feels like a stranger… a compelling, seductive stranger who touches her in ways her treacherous husband never could. She wants to trust him, but what about the ghost who haunts their home, implicating him in a gruesome murder…
REDEMPTION by Bonnie Vanak
A cursed alpha wolf promises to free an enslaved Mage if she mates with him so he can sire an heir, not realizing she can destroy the dark secret keeping his pack alive.
RAGING DAWN by Colleen Gleason
After the vampires Max Denton hunts brutally murder his wife, he is nearly destroyed himself and spends the next ten years living a life of violence and revenge. But when sensitive information about his young daughter falls into the hands of the vampires, Max is forced to team up with the woman whose father ultimately caused the death of his wife. Savina Eleaisa has secrets of her own, and she’s determined to do whatever it takes to clear her father’s name: even if it involves seducing the most dangerous of vampires--with or without the help of the arrogant, brooding Max Denton.
Dark and Damaged: Eight Tortured Heroes of Paranormal Romance is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/dark-and-damaged/
The garage was labeled CARRIAGE HOUSE—Bloodkin sure liked fancy names and titles—and there seemed to be a small office inside. Emerson knocked on the door, and then tried the handle. Happy day, there was her driver with his feet up on a table watching television, a soda in hand.
“If we can be on the road in thirty seconds,” she said, “I’ll give you five hundred dollars.” Company money.
Her driver stood and grabbed his coat from the back of his chair.
“That won’t be necessary,” Thane said behind her. “I’ll drive.”
The driver looked crestfallen. Emerson felt the same way. How had Thane crept up so quietly?
“That’s very kind of you, Mr. Ealdian,” she said, jerking a nod at her driver to get him moving, “but I have a ride.”
Her driver took a step toward the garage door.
“It’s Thane,” he told her, then turned to the driver. “Five thousand dollars for you to sit back down again.”
Emerson scowled at the driver as he wavered a second, stepped back, and then traitorously lowered his butt back onto his seat.
She held out her hand to the driver. “Give me the keys.”
“Emerson, you have to come with me,” Thane said in that scary low tone of his.
No, she didn’t.
The driver put the keys in her hand. She might forgive him, after all.
Taking the side door into the garage—six cars were neatly situated side by side—she pressed the fob to locate hers.
“Can I help you?” came a voice from the back. Some Carriage House servant maybe?
“I just need my car, thanks,” she called.
“Emerson.” Thane took her arm. “Someone killed my wife and son.”
Like a slap, the truth of the statement hit her. His wife and son. If dragons were real, maybe he was directly related to remains that were six hundred years old.
She froze in place, suddenly uncertain.
Those remains had been his family. Someone had murdered them. Like her, Thane had been left alone in the world. He was in pain. She didn’t understand the Bloodkin, but that much she knew. Oh, God. She was such a pushover.
She turned to him, and for the first time, really looked at him. Thane Ealdian’s eyes were as full of feeling as a stormy sky. The indigo color flickered with firelight from within, the vertical pupils like upheld daggers. His expression was drawn tight over features that were rough in their beauty—that full, tensed mouth, high cheekbones defined by such strain, brows angled with tension. His was the face of a desperate, angry…well, dragon.
As close as he was, towering over her, broad shoulders blocking the door, she was acutely aware of him as a man. Had she actually laughed at him once?
She couldn’t help shaking. “Look, I don’t know how you think I can help you. I have no idea what’s going on.”
“And no idea where you came from, either.”
“Ignorance is bliss.” She was sure of it now.
He gave her a circumspect once-over, and his gaze felt like a scorching sun on exposed skin. “No, not for you. You’re Bloodkin through and through.”
“Look, I don’t even think I am Bloodkin. I think there was a mistake. I don’t feel like a dragon.” She mostly suppressed a hysterical laugh. “And I don’t want to. That shift was horrible.”
“It didn’t have to be,” Thane said. “The shift is usually…rapturous. Fast and hot. Freedom you can’t imagine until you’ve taken to the sky. You’ve got the Blood. I’ve seen the dragon in your eyes.” He paused. “No, don’t shake your head. I have.”
“I would know if I were a dragon.” She’d said the same thing to Bryan.
Thane pulled her even closer, and heat the likes of which she’d never known—velvet, caressing, sensual—moved over her skin. “And what will you do when the dragon grows stronger? When the Night Song touches you.”
So close. Too close. “Night Song?”
He leaned down, mouth to her ear. “My lady, the night will call to you. How will you fight it? When it’s time, how will you get to the safety of Havyn without the aid of the Bloodkin?”
She dropped her gaze to the concrete floor, still shaking her head. She didn’t believe it, couldn’t. Night Song? Havyn?
And damn, it was so hot in here. She tried to put a little space between them.
Thane allowed her an inch. “Hic sunt dracones,” he said. “Here be dragons. It’s on a few very old maps but is nevertheless difficult to find.”
She dared to look Thane in his extraordinary eyes. So what if it sent electric shocks along her nerves? “I was very graphically warned that I would die if I continued with the mediation.” Specifically, if she didn’t say the remains belonged to the Heolstors, which apparently, they didn’t. “A man killed himself in front of me.”
“You’re not a coward,” Thane said, his upper lip curling with satisfaction. Why did he keep saying that? “Nor easily bullied.”
Bullied. She hadn’t thought of it that way, but, yes, someone had tried to bully her, and in the worst way possible. How stupid of her not to realize it.
“I’m terrified,” she admitted
“Not the same thing as being a coward.”
“I saw a dragon today.” She wasn’t over it. Not nearly.
Thane smiled. “And wasn’t he magnificent? You should see one sky bound.”
Her heart lost its beat. “Are you going to kill me?”
His smile faded and he gave a reluctant shrug. “I hope not. I’m near my final shift, too. I can only promise I’ll keep my distance when the Night Song tempts me.”
It wasn’t much of an assurance, but she really did like how honest he was. Lots of crazy, but no bullshit.
“I still don’t know how I can help you,” she said.
“Think,” he told her. “You’re the keystone in the bridge between me and the one who murdered my family.”
That sounded ominous.
He leaned in again. “Who seems to know more about you than you know about yourself?”
Emerson thought back. There was no one in her life who knew… Wait. “Mr. Fraser.” He’d even admitted to being another messenger. And he’d called her, my lady. Which had been weird coming from him.
Thane pulled back a smile, fierce and feral, his lightning eyes flashing. “That’s where we’ll start.”
“If we can be on the road in thirty seconds,” she said, “I’ll give you five hundred dollars.” Company money.
Her driver stood and grabbed his coat from the back of his chair.
“That won’t be necessary,” Thane said behind her. “I’ll drive.”
The driver looked crestfallen. Emerson felt the same way. How had Thane crept up so quietly?
“That’s very kind of you, Mr. Ealdian,” she said, jerking a nod at her driver to get him moving, “but I have a ride.”
Her driver took a step toward the garage door.
“It’s Thane,” he told her, then turned to the driver. “Five thousand dollars for you to sit back down again.”
Emerson scowled at the driver as he wavered a second, stepped back, and then traitorously lowered his butt back onto his seat.
She held out her hand to the driver. “Give me the keys.”
“Emerson, you have to come with me,” Thane said in that scary low tone of his.
No, she didn’t.
The driver put the keys in her hand. She might forgive him, after all.
Taking the side door into the garage—six cars were neatly situated side by side—she pressed the fob to locate hers.
“Can I help you?” came a voice from the back. Some Carriage House servant maybe?
“I just need my car, thanks,” she called.
“Emerson.” Thane took her arm. “Someone killed my wife and son.”
Like a slap, the truth of the statement hit her. His wife and son. If dragons were real, maybe he was directly related to remains that were six hundred years old.
She froze in place, suddenly uncertain.
Those remains had been his family. Someone had murdered them. Like her, Thane had been left alone in the world. He was in pain. She didn’t understand the Bloodkin, but that much she knew. Oh, God. She was such a pushover.
She turned to him, and for the first time, really looked at him. Thane Ealdian’s eyes were as full of feeling as a stormy sky. The indigo color flickered with firelight from within, the vertical pupils like upheld daggers. His expression was drawn tight over features that were rough in their beauty—that full, tensed mouth, high cheekbones defined by such strain, brows angled with tension. His was the face of a desperate, angry…well, dragon.
As close as he was, towering over her, broad shoulders blocking the door, she was acutely aware of him as a man. Had she actually laughed at him once?
She couldn’t help shaking. “Look, I don’t know how you think I can help you. I have no idea what’s going on.”
“And no idea where you came from, either.”
“Ignorance is bliss.” She was sure of it now.
He gave her a circumspect once-over, and his gaze felt like a scorching sun on exposed skin. “No, not for you. You’re Bloodkin through and through.”
“Look, I don’t even think I am Bloodkin. I think there was a mistake. I don’t feel like a dragon.” She mostly suppressed a hysterical laugh. “And I don’t want to. That shift was horrible.”
“It didn’t have to be,” Thane said. “The shift is usually…rapturous. Fast and hot. Freedom you can’t imagine until you’ve taken to the sky. You’ve got the Blood. I’ve seen the dragon in your eyes.” He paused. “No, don’t shake your head. I have.”
“I would know if I were a dragon.” She’d said the same thing to Bryan.
Thane pulled her even closer, and heat the likes of which she’d never known—velvet, caressing, sensual—moved over her skin. “And what will you do when the dragon grows stronger? When the Night Song touches you.”
So close. Too close. “Night Song?”
He leaned down, mouth to her ear. “My lady, the night will call to you. How will you fight it? When it’s time, how will you get to the safety of Havyn without the aid of the Bloodkin?”
She dropped her gaze to the concrete floor, still shaking her head. She didn’t believe it, couldn’t. Night Song? Havyn?
And damn, it was so hot in here. She tried to put a little space between them.
Thane allowed her an inch. “Hic sunt dracones,” he said. “Here be dragons. It’s on a few very old maps but is nevertheless difficult to find.”
She dared to look Thane in his extraordinary eyes. So what if it sent electric shocks along her nerves? “I was very graphically warned that I would die if I continued with the mediation.” Specifically, if she didn’t say the remains belonged to the Heolstors, which apparently, they didn’t. “A man killed himself in front of me.”
“You’re not a coward,” Thane said, his upper lip curling with satisfaction. Why did he keep saying that? “Nor easily bullied.”
Bullied. She hadn’t thought of it that way, but, yes, someone had tried to bully her, and in the worst way possible. How stupid of her not to realize it.
“I’m terrified,” she admitted
“Not the same thing as being a coward.”
“I saw a dragon today.” She wasn’t over it. Not nearly.
Thane smiled. “And wasn’t he magnificent? You should see one sky bound.”
Her heart lost its beat. “Are you going to kill me?”
His smile faded and he gave a reluctant shrug. “I hope not. I’m near my final shift, too. I can only promise I’ll keep my distance when the Night Song tempts me.”
It wasn’t much of an assurance, but she really did like how honest he was. Lots of crazy, but no bullshit.
“I still don’t know how I can help you,” she said.
“Think,” he told her. “You’re the keystone in the bridge between me and the one who murdered my family.”
That sounded ominous.
He leaned in again. “Who seems to know more about you than you know about yourself?”
Emerson thought back. There was no one in her life who knew… Wait. “Mr. Fraser.” He’d even admitted to being another messenger. And he’d called her, my lady. Which had been weird coming from him.
Thane pulled back a smile, fierce and feral, his lightning eyes flashing. “That’s where we’ll start.”
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Dark and Damaged: Eight Tortured Heroes of Paranormal Romance is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/dark-and-damaged/
