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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.

GOOD VAMPIRES GO TO HEAVEN

Deadly Angels #8

Sandra Hill

Releasing Nov 29th, 2016

Avon Books

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.

GOOD VAMPIRES GO TO HEAVEN is the final book in the Deadly Angels series...for now. Ms Hill is concentrating on another series for awhile. I love this series and looking forward to it's return, and maybe finding more info on head honcho, Michael.

     This series is such a blend of action as the vangels battle for good over evil and yet it is also at times lighthearted and zany. Zebulon is a demon who wishes redemption and to become a vangel. He has been acting as a double agent by helping the vangels, but is betrayed and taken to be tortured. Archangel Michael says that the guys are not to try to rescue him. In steps  the surly and beautiful vangel witch Regina to help. After all, she's not a guy and she is tired of not being taken seriously by the others. She hatches a plan to rescue Zeb and is aided by three lucipire witches who want out. When they find Zeb, he's in a bad way after being tortured. This includes his naughty bits being encased in a barbed cage. Can you say, ouch? 

     All hell breaks loose as the odd group try to make their way back to safety. But as Regina tends to the sexy Zeb, they get to know each other. The banter between these two is hysterical and there is a definite chemistry between them. That has to be put on hold as the consequences of Zeb's escape has put all vangels and their loved ones in danger as a war breaks out. 

     I love this zany series and I love getting to see crossover characters like Tante Lulu again. I would recommend starting this series from the beginning and in order. Readers will have their jaws dropping one minute then snorting with laughter the next. Nobody writes paranormal romantic comedy with real bad boys better than Sandra Hill.

     

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!”

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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