Dark Angel
The Fallen Chronicles #1
Amanda Jones
Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Publisher: New Concepts Publishing
Date of Publication: March 29, 2017
ISBN: 978-1-60394-970-5
Number of pages: 141
Cover Artist: Jenny Dixon
With this fallen angel it never felt so good to be bad!
Katia may be a celebrated musician, but she'd always felt a little like an outsider looking in. Who knew that being abducted by a handsome stranger would set her on a crash course with her destiny...
Luc has spent an eternity keeping everyone and everything at a distance as an unstoppable darkness consumes his soul. Will his beautiful captive be his salvation, or will they both be consumed by the ultimate evil...
Excerpt
As Katia smiled back at Sergei, she noticed that the stranger at the neighbouring table was
watching her again. She did a half turn and reached down as though she were looking for something in her purse, angling herself towards him. Taking a deep breath, she looked up and found her eyes locked on his. There was something riveting about him, but she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was. Perhaps it was the sum total of everything that made her unable to tear her eyes away.
He looked like he had been carved from a piece of marble. His skin was pale and perfect, not a single
freckle, scar, line, or wrinkle. Calvin Klein models had nothing on this guy, with his defined jaw, and full lips that were just begging for a kiss. His hair was a tumbling mass of waves the colour of the sun, his eyes were the most unusual grey Katia had ever seen, like storm clouds. He also had the longest eyelashes she’d ever seen; women paid good money to get lashes like that. He truly had the face of an angel, like something you’d see on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. At odds with his angelic look was the black leather motorcycle jacket, black jeans, and black combat boots. There was also something off in his expression, something hard about the way he was looking at her, like she had somehow ruined his day without her knowledge.
watching her again. She did a half turn and reached down as though she were looking for something in her purse, angling herself towards him. Taking a deep breath, she looked up and found her eyes locked on his. There was something riveting about him, but she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was. Perhaps it was the sum total of everything that made her unable to tear her eyes away.
He looked like he had been carved from a piece of marble. His skin was pale and perfect, not a single
freckle, scar, line, or wrinkle. Calvin Klein models had nothing on this guy, with his defined jaw, and full lips that were just begging for a kiss. His hair was a tumbling mass of waves the colour of the sun, his eyes were the most unusual grey Katia had ever seen, like storm clouds. He also had the longest eyelashes she’d ever seen; women paid good money to get lashes like that. He truly had the face of an angel, like something you’d see on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. At odds with his angelic look was the black leather motorcycle jacket, black jeans, and black combat boots. There was also something off in his expression, something hard about the way he was looking at her, like she had somehow ruined his day without her knowledge.
About the Author:
Amanda Jones lives in Toronto with her exceptionally spoiled pets. Aside from sharing her crazy imagination with others through her books Amanda enjoys travelling and frequent Netflix binges. Amanda has worked in several fields including sports, music, film, corporate human resources, and is a graduate of York University and Sheridan College.
Website: www.amandajonesauthor.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/darkangelauthor/
Twitter: @AmandaLJ1981
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