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Sing For Me
Author: Gracie Madison
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Release Date: January 23, 2015
Description:
Madeline Noel fled war-torn
Heaven to hide within the mortal world, but the blessing that could
protect her from evil is the holy realm’s forbidden power.
As a talented soprano for the Eden Theatre Company, Madeline hides among prima donnas and tone-deaf flutists. Her perfect voice may entertain audiences, but a careless laugh may shatter glass, and her greatest scream can kill. To control her unrestrained voice, the angels forbid Madeline from embracing the emotions that strengthen her song. Anger. Fear.
Love.
The demon-hunter Damascus vows to defend Madeline from Hell’s relentless evil, but he cannot protect her from her own feelings. Though they deny their dangerous attraction, her guardian becomes her greatest temptation.
Surrendering to desire may awaken the gift suppressed within Madeline’s soul, and neither Heaven nor Hell will allow such absolute power to exist.
As a talented soprano for the Eden Theatre Company, Madeline hides among prima donnas and tone-deaf flutists. Her perfect voice may entertain audiences, but a careless laugh may shatter glass, and her greatest scream can kill. To control her unrestrained voice, the angels forbid Madeline from embracing the emotions that strengthen her song. Anger. Fear.
Love.
The demon-hunter Damascus vows to defend Madeline from Hell’s relentless evil, but he cannot protect her from her own feelings. Though they deny their dangerous attraction, her guardian becomes her greatest temptation.
Surrendering to desire may awaken the gift suppressed within Madeline’s soul, and neither Heaven nor Hell will allow such absolute power to exist.
She meditated instead, and, when that failed, simply showered the anxiety away. The soap bubbles didn’t cover much. Her ribs showed. They hadn’t poked out when she was originally Veiled, but the Realm didn’t explain anything about her mortal body. Specifically, that coffee was not a suitable replacement for food and sleep, no matter how double-shotted or caffeinated. But the jolt kept her awake and guarded against whatever might have lurked in the shadows.
She didn’t experience her first full night of rest until Damascus was named her guardian.
Now she couldn’t sleep for other reasons.
She guided the silky soap over her body. A rivulet of cool gel passed below her belly and between her legs. Her gasp superheated the water into blistering punishment. She silently swore and leapt from the shower.
Fear and anger were hard enough to control. If she couldn’t even rinse the soap from the delicate softness between her thighs without thinking of Damascus, she didn’t need to fear Corinth. Her desire would kill them all.
She flicked the light to her bedroom and dropped her towel in the hamper.
“Magdala.”
Her hand merely muffled the screeched yelp. Madeline fell backward, smacking against the closet. She tripped and clattered into the hamper. Damascus apologized, but her gasp shattered the perfume container on her vanity.
Madeline yanked the towel from the laundry. The wet scrap of material wove over her body, and she clutched the fraying edges.
Damascus’s silence stole any sound she might have uttered.
His muscles bound, tight and tensed, more prepared for war than the glimpse of her bared skin. The gold in his eyes burned molten. Madeline shifted, her bare toes gripping the carpet to prevent her from toppling over once more.
She shivered. It wasn’t the wet hair that whispered the goose bumps along her spine. Damascus saw far more than what the thin strip of cloth hid. His gaze warmed her curves and tickled the swell of her breasts. Her nipples hardened. She prayed he hadn’t noticed.
He did.
The memory of the soap in the shower tortured the twisting in her lower belly. For a single, blissful, blasphemous moment, she imagined it had been Damascus’s hand washing her.
She exhaled.
Damascus growled.
His every movement strengthened with need. The wild, uninhibited, dangerous desire would claim them both. Madeline clamored backward, the apology shrill and muffled by her hand.
She hadn’t needed to speak, drop the towel, or offer any secrets. The heat smoldering low escaped in a sigh. The soft puff promised more than she intended. She breathed an invitation.
A seduction.
And he answered.
Gracie Madison would spend every day, all day writing…if it
were socially acceptable. Ever since she was a little girl scribbling
with a crayon, Gracie’s dedicated herself to her books and all
the supernatural and paranormal, creepy and beautiful stories and
characters born within the pages. Now Gracie is committed to finally
sharing those books with the world. When the laptop is pried from her
hands, Gracie is probably working her day job, rooting on the Steelers,
or out with her husband searching for Pittsburgh’s best sushi.
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