Key’s to Heaven
Coming July 1st 2013
Blurb
Born to a
fallen angel and a demon, Heavenleigh Spirit has never truly fit in. Shunned,
tested, and ridiculed, she’s hardened her heart, building a wall around her
none are allowed to scale. Carving a life for herself running the neutral
bar, Purgatory, she caters to all things winged , clawed, and other.
Provided they play nice. When she breaks her middle of the road stance to
rescue a newly fallen angel she gets more than she bargained for.
The
amnesic angel awakes in the bed of the only woman he’s ever lusted after with
nothing more than the knowledge he was sent to protect her. Struggling to
remember who he is, and why she’s in danger, he fully embraces the passion between
them that blazes hotter than hell fire. When the truth about his mission comes
out he must fight to convince herthe love they share is real, and he’s not
going anywhere.
In an
ironic twist of fate the woman cast aside for a birthright she never asked for
holds the keys to the worlds ruin or salvation.
Teaser
She
was almost home when a brilliant flash of life lit up the sky. To anyone else
it looked like a falling star, or meteor, but she knew better. The high pitched
vibrations coming off the light in waves screamed grace. An angel was falling
to earth. She should go home and mind her own business. The
short lived battled ended when she veered to the left. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, she had to see it for
myself! When she reached the ‘crash’ site smoke billowed from a wooded
area. Parking, she leapt down from the jeep, and jogged into the forest,
mindful of roots and fallen logs. She
neared a giant crater in the center of a glen.
Dark
shadows began to slither up from the bottom of the trees. The angel would be
disoriented and weak. It wouldn’t stand a chance against an attack of this
magnitude, especially with its powers depleted. She had an unspoken rule, she
pretended she didn’t see the demons and they did the same to her. She couldn’t stand here and watch them
massacre this poor soul. Imagine if this had been her mother all those years
earlier. Resigned to the stupid act she was about to commit she dug deep
down into her soul, tapping into the part of her she liked to leave alone.
Flames
licked at her skin as she walked over to stand in front of the sunken earth.
Her eyes burned and she knew they’d bleed, When she was at peak power they
glowed. Holding up her hands she admired
the flickering, orange fire before she spoke.
“It
is under my protection.”
“Since
when do you care mid-worlders?” one hissed.
There were four to her one, all lesser lever bottom suckers. She could
take them with her hellfire, but it’d cost her. Usage of her demon powers
always did.
“Does
it really matter?” The flames that surrounded her hands grew, lighting up the
area like a bonfire. “Who wants to try me first?”
Whispering
rose among them. Time to put on a show. She
formed a ring of fire around her and the fallen angel she’d yet to check on.
“Cross
it if you dare.”
“You
win for now Spirit.” They slinked back into the night, blending seamlessly and
she disconnected from her demon side. If she was lucky there wouldn’t be any
ill side effects other than being overly bitchy tomorrow. Threat dispatched she
spun and examined the hole. The body glowed with holy light, obscuring the
details. She sank to her knees and peered over into the edge. Crazy, the smoke rolling out of this hole
smells sweet.
“Hello?”
As
the air cleared she made out a shape cloaked in white. The body twitched.
“I’m
here to help you. Can you understand what I’m saying?” Falling was painful and traumatic. It wasn’t
unusual for the angel to forget who they were and why they’d come to earth for
a time until their body mended and acclimated to the new environment. The light
began to fade, revealing features. She gasped. The angel was hot. A shock of
chocolate-brown hair fell over his broad forehead leading into a strong jaw and
a dimpled chin. His eyelids lifted revealing cobalt blue irises. She’d never had such naughty thoughts about
an angel in her life! She flicked her tongue out to moisten her dry lips
and did her best to tamp down her arousal. Her nipples were rock hard and her
center throbbed.
“Heavenleigh
Spirit. I came here for you.”
Her
jaw dropped. “You what?”
His
body went limp and his head fell back as he passed out.
“Son
of a bitch.” Jumping beside him she hoisted him onto her shoulders and groaned.
“Pal you’re a lot heavier than you look, and that’s saying a lot given who I
am.” Gritting her teeth, she gave up on trying to drag him out and released her
wings. A few flaps of the powerful black monstrosities and they were out of the
hole. By the time she reached the car it was all she could do to place him in
the passenger seat and buckle him in.
“Looks
like I’m taking you home. Not exactly how I’d like, but I suppose beggars can’t
be choosers.”
Rounding
the car she slipped behind the wheel of her black jeep, peeled out and burned
rubber. Chances were someone was looking for him, and it wouldn’t take long
before the humans came with their cameras and news crews.
Author Bio
Told
once 'You have to be an author, then you're craziness becomes eccentrics',
Shyla Colt has always been in love with the written word and possessed a desire
to write. Named after Super Girl in the comics, she often mistakes her
mortality for super hero status. So, she holds many hats, Mother, Marine Wife,
and writer are her top three. Writing allows her to explore new venues, face
her demons, and touch others. A huge practitioner of paying it forward, and
putting in what you want to get out, she hopes to inspire, enlighten, move, and
entertain you with her work. Mixing humor, drama, and strong women, often with
a paranormal element, she continues to soldier ahead in the writing field. One
of her favorite things is talking to fans. If you'd like to learn more or just drop
a line, please check her out at www.shylacolt.com.
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Thank you so much for having me over Tina :)
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