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Title:
SEALED IN SIN
Series:
The Vessel Trilogy, Book Two
File Size: 605 KB
Print Length: 276 pages
Publisher: Samhain
Publishing, Ltd.
Release Date: April 21, 2015
Sometimes sin looks an
awful lot like heaven.
One demon prince may be festering in the bowels of the
soul eater Cocytus, but Genevieve’s troubles are far from over. Prince Bamal,
demon lord of New York City, still wants her. But this time, he wants her
alive, to control her inherent power as a Vessel of Light.
With
Jude Delacroix off searching for the prophecy, Thomas—a guardian angel with
sea-green eyes and an aura of winter woods—steps into the gap, offering her the
power to protect herself.
Yet she
hesitates, for the transfer of that power comes through a kiss. While Gen’s
love for Jude is true, Thomas stirs a desire where there should be none. Thomas
also knows Jude’s darkest secret and plans to use it, if necessary, to win Gen
for his own.
While
her Vessel power grows and more demon spawn creep from every dark corner of the
world, one thing is certain—the Great War between the angels and demons is
quickly approaching. And Gen is in a race against time to awaken her full power
before the storm breaks.
Warning: Contains a demon hunter with dark
secrets, a sexy angel with ulterior motives, and demonic creatures running
amok.
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Author Bio
Juliette calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana home where the
landscape curls into her imagination, creating mystical settings for her stories. She
has a B.A. in creative writing from Louisiana State University, a M.Ed. in
gifted education, and was privileged to study under the award-winning author
Ernest J. Gaines in grad school. Her love of mythology, legends, and art serve
as constant inspiration for her works. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a
teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance--brooding characters,
mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then,
she not only longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to
create her own.
EXCERPT
“Hiiii, Juuude.” Mindy actually cooed his name
as she crossed into the living room right before the man himself waltzed into
my kitchen.
“Hello, Mindy.” As always, he sounded dark and
rough, which did strange things to my insides.
Apparently, Dave let him in. Not that a door
could or would stop Jude Delacroix from going wherever he damn well pleased.
Still, it was nice when he pretended to be human, knocking and stuff, rather
than appearing out of nowhere and scaring the bejeezus out of me. He had to put
on the whole I’m-normal-and-walk-through-doors routine at my apartment when
Mindy was home.
The moment he entered the room, all my senses
rose to full alert. The man packed enough heat and power in his aura to melt a
girl into jelly. A mere glance from his dark eyes or slight touch from rough
hands, and I was lost.
I focused on flipping the pancakes on the
stove, still trying to figure out how to tell him about our trip to the House
of Hades, the near-miss with Gorham, and the brief and strange meeting with my
guardian angel. Kat preferred asking forgiveness rather than permission, or
just omitting the admission of any sins altogether. But I had trouble lying,
though I seemed to do it often as of late. I especially had trouble lying to
Jude.
“Want some brinner?” I asked, plopping another
dollop of butter in the pan.
“Brinner? What might that be?” He leaned with
his back against the counter next to the stove, splaying one huge hand on the
countertop, watching me pour the batter into the pan. How did this man make
watching me cook a sexy thing?
“You’ve never heard of brinner?” I glanced at
the door to make sure Mindy was out of earshot. “For someone who’s been alive nearly
two thousand years, you don’t know a whole lot.”
He slid a finger down my forearm. I nearly
dropped the spatula. He leaned closer, his chest brushing my shoulder, voice
dropping several decibels. “Educate me.” And just like that, my heart slammed into
my rib cage, my thoughts scattering to the wind. I stared at him, knowing my
eyes were no longer hungry for pancakes. He pressed warm lips, a feather-soft
kiss, to the slope between my neck and shoulder. “Genevieve?” Another press of
lips higher up my neck, melting me into goo.
“Hm?” Eyes closed, I welcomed a third kiss
just under my jaw.
“Your brinner is burning.”
“Oh, dammit!”
I snapped open my eyes, grabbed the smoking
pan and thrust it under the water faucet in the sink. A hissing crackle spit up
more smoke.
“There goes brinner.”
“You’ve made more than enough already.”
He motioned to the ten-high stack with a
smirk. I couldn’t even think about eating now. Not after that kiss. And not
with this guilt weighing me down.
Something registered in his gaze. He reached
out his hand.
“Come here.”
From his expression, I wasn’t sure if he
planned to give me a hug or a spanking. I wouldn’t mind either. Taking his
hand, I let him pull me into his arms.
