Good Vampires Go
to Heaven
Deadly Angels #8
Deadly Angels #8
Sandra Hill
Releasing November
29, 2016
Avon
Avon
New York Times bestselling author SANDRA HILL
continues her sexy deadly angels series with a good demon who might finally get
his vangel wings…
WHEN HE WAS BAD . . .
Two-thousand-year-old
vampire demon Zeb is supposed to spend eternity turning mortal sinners into bad
guy Lucipires like himself. That way, they can grow their numbers and fight the
vampire angels known as Vangels. But Zeb is a bad boy in a good way—secretly
working as a double agent for none other than St. Michael the Archangel in
hopes of one day earning his wings. Problem is, Zeb’s betrayal is discovered.
Hello, demon dungeon.
HE WAS VERY BAD . . .
Until Regina, a foxy,
flame-haired Vangel witch on a rescue mission, busts out Zeb, along with three
oddball Lucipire witches. Hello, temptation!
BUT TOGETHER THEY WERE VERY GOOD . . . !
Their escape unleashes a
war to defeat all Vangels forevermore. In an epic madcap battle between good and
evil, a Demon just might earn his wings . . . and spend eternity with the
Vangel of his wildest dreams.
A
blue mist seemed to swirl above, then settle around them like a cloudy cocoon.
The rain aroma intensified, and for the first time she smelled her own cinnamon
fragrance that Zeb had alluded to. Cinnamon rain, for sure. They ought to make
a scented candle with that name.
Zeb’s drinking from her was slow and rhythmic and only
tiny sips at a time. But, oh, the bliss! It was both primal and sexual. No
wonder vangels who mated sometimes fanged each other while making love.
Regina arched her head back to give Zeb better access, an
ageless gesture of female submission. How odd! That she would surrender
anything to a man!
Only her breasts pressed against his battered body, the
rest of her half on, half off the bed, her legs dangling over the side. Still,
she adjusted herself so as not to hurt him, and in the process she twined the
fingers of one of her hands with his, and she placed her other hand against his
head, to hold him in place.
His hand still cupped her nape, but his other hand was
making sweeping caresses over her back, from shoulder to rump and back again.
Over and over. Even though she wore one of his old T-shirts and jogging shorts,
she felt naked under his touch.
Regina was more aroused than she’d ever been in all her
life. Not that she’d been inclined to lust very often. Once every century or
so.
She wanted to climb atop his body and rub herself against
him. Skin to skin. Breast to chest. Pubic bone to pubic bone. Thigh against
thigh.
She couldn’t. Even if she could, she wouldn’t.
She wanted to kiss his lips and draw his tongue into her
mouth. She would suck on him with childlike hunger. No, not childlike. Nothing
childlike about the hunger she was feeling.
In any case, it was a moot point. It was hard to kiss a
fanging man when only one set of fangs was involved. Two sets? Impossible!
Wasn’t it? They might even get locked together. Imagine Vikar’s consternation
if she arrived back at the castle fang-locked with a demon vampire, wanting him
to unlock them. They would be the laughingstock of all vangeldom. Angeldom,
too, she supposed.
She could imagine the jokes.
“How do two vampires kiss?”
“Carefully.”
Better she concentrate on something else.
She had to stop Zeb’s drinking from her, for now, or she
would be drained. Slowly, carefully, she pushed herself up and away, until his
fangs withdrew from her with a small pop. He licked the skin, reflexively, to
seal the wound.
“That’s all for now,” she said and rose off the bed. Her
shaky knees almost gave out. How was she going to do this again and again until
Zeb was healed? She would be a basket case. The most satisfied woman in the
universe! Or the most stirred up and antsy for release! Yikes!
Zeb’s
eyes opened for a moment, and he said, “Thank you.” Almost immediately, he fell
back asleep, or unconscious. His body still threw off heat like an inferno; so
the danger was not over. Still, she sensed that he was a little better.
She covered his body with a thin sheet, dabbed at the
blood on his lips with a tissue (the fangs having retracted already), and
finally replied to his comment, “No. Thank you!”
CAN VAMPIRES
REALLY GO TO HEAVEN?
As
the title of my latest novel, GOOD VAMPIRES GO TO HEAVEN implies, you might be
surprised to find a vampire or two when you hit the Pearly Gates. I’ll take it one step further. Even vampire demons get a shot at the
heavenly afterlife.
How
is this possible? Surely vampires are
dark creatures whose misdeeds are more attuned to the other side. And demons?
No way could demons get past St. Peter.
Could
they?
Let’s ask Zebulan,
my tortured hero with a sense of humor, a good demon, if there is such a thing.
So, Zeb, isn’t that an oxymoron,
good/demon?
Not really.
I had a really horrific event take place in my life almost two thousand
years ago (yes, I give new meaning to the term senior citizen), which started
me on a sinful path of revenge. Really
sinful. Unfortunately, Jasper, king of
the Lucipires (demon vampires), took note of my depravity and yanked me over to
his minions of bad guys. But I never
really wanted to be evil. In fact, I
yearned to become a vangel (a vampire angel).
Sounds impossible. How did you go about making the transition
from demon to angel?
Well, it wasn’t easy, believe me. Here are the steps I followed.
--Begged St. Michael the Archangel,
the vangels’ celestial mentor, to give me wings. That didn’t work, by the way. My advice: Pray, maybe. Beg, no.
--Signed on as a double agent for
the vangels. Okay, that was a good first
step…for a few years. But up to fifty
years, give or take? C’mon!
--Withstood demonic torture when my
duplicity was discovered. Forget the
rack, or water boarding. Among other
perverse tactics they used on me, can anyone say barbed wire on my…well, you
know what?
--Accepted that I wasn’t going to be
rescued by some legion of fierce vangel warriors, but instead a coven of
witches in a hot air balloon. (I kid you
not!)
--Resisted (okay, I didn’t really resist) the temptation of
that red-haired, sizzling hot vangel, Regina, who led the Motley Crue
Coven. And isn’t it odd that she looks
like Satan’s sister?
So, in other words, it’s a long
journey. But what you’re saying is that
even the worst sinner can be saved?
Well, duh, isn’t that the basis of all religious beliefs? Redemption.
And listen, don’t we all wish for a second chance at life? A do-over? Whether we’ve committed small sins, or big
whoppers, we hope to be forgiven.
It all sounds so serious.
It is, but then, my journey (and your lives, as well) are
filled with laughter, aren’t they? I
contend that God himself has a great sense of humor. Man and his foibles are perfect fodder for
laughter. (Picture cave man times, for
example. “Hey, Ugga, is my forehead too
sloping?” followed by, “Forget your forehead, Oog. Go get me a dinosaur steak.” Or how about
Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. “Are
you sure you don’t want a bite of my apple, Adam?” countered by a “Bite me!”
said under the breath.)
Check out my
website, www.sandrahill.net, or my
Facebook page, Sandra Hill Author, for information about GOOD VAMPIRES GO TO
HEAVEN, and my other forty-some books.
As always, I
wish you smiles in your reading. And may
there be lots of second chances in your lives, too.
Sandra Hill is a graduate of Penn
State and worked for more than 10 years as a features writer and education
editor for publications in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Writing about serious
issues taught her the merits of seeking the lighter side of even the darkest
stories. She is the wife of a stockbroker and the mother of four sons.
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