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The “Powers” collaborate, in power and authority, with the Principalities (Rulers).  The Powers are the Middle Triad shared with the Dominations and the Virtues.  The Highest Triad consists of the Seraphim, Cherubim and Thrones.  In the Lowest Triad, you find the Principalities, Archangels and Angels.

The Powers are the bearers of conscience. the keepers of history and warrior angels created to be completely loyal to God.  It is said that no Power has ever fallen from grace, but another theory states that Satan was the Chief of the Powers before he fell from grace. The duty of these angels is to oversee the distribution of power among humankind.  The Chief of their Order is Cam-ael, who bears scrutiny as he exemplifies that wavering path between good and evil.  His name means “He who sees God.”  Yet in his darker mode he is identified as a Duke of Hell.

In Celestial Sin, Cam-ael is the hero and a good guy.  The Fallen have again attacked and the Second War in Heaven has begun.  The angel is wounded in battle and plummets to earth and into the arms of a woman.  For the first time in his existence, he is tempted by yearnings he considered the province of Man.

Blurb:

Early on Essie McBane set her standards high and waited for true love. She never expected the answer to her prayer to literally fall from heaven in the shape of a warrior angel with chestnut curls and a heavenly body. As much as she’d love to teach the divine creature a thing or two about sex and lust, can she be responsible for leading him into temptation?

Sinfully handsome Cam-ael, an angel , is wounded in the second war between heaven and hell and plummets into Essie’s arms. But Cam knows he must return eventually, no matter how much he likes the material pleasures of earth. Not to mention those he’s found with Essie. But when a demon locates his hiding place and his mortal feelings for Essie, will Cam learn the true meaning of the word sacrifice?

The sexy cover, excerpt and book trailer are on the Celestial Sin page–check it out while you’re visiting!

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The stench of Hell stung Salseph’s nostrils.  Lost Souls¸ how he hated to return home.  For all his trials on Earth, he preferred the human realm to this insufferable place.  In the mortal plane, he could glamour, hide his wings and actually feel as if he belonged, at least for a time.

Evolerzzal, a slimy glob of green flesh, grabbed Seph’s shoulder as he passed into the gloom of the Demon Realm.  “Well if it isn’t Salseph the Beautiful.  What are you doing here amongst us humble creatures?”  With a clawed hand, he beckoned Charzzel, a demon of the Second Order.  “Look who’s come home.”

Seph shrugged free, arched his wings.  The dim, smoky light refracted off his feathers, and the movement immediately drew the attention of every demon in sight.  His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching.  He yearned to drive his fist into the monstrous face and take to the air, but it wasn’t really Evol’s fault that the demons hated him.  Paimon had insured that Salseph was an oddity, a freak.  His appearance and the majestic wings set him apart from the others of his kind.  Hell, there were no others of his kind.  In all of Perdition, he was the only demon who looked like an angel.  His face was handsome, his body lean and muscled—the body of a man, not a monstrosity—his blond hair thick and silky.

“I smell angel,” a low-ranking atrocity shouted, his high-pitched voice rasping like sandpaper on Seph’s nerves.

The demons stank of brimstone and ash.  Salseph’s creator hadn’t missed a single detail in replicating a celestial being.  Like an angel, Seph possessed an individual, mysterious scent, the airy fragrance part of his allure.

A disgustingly ugly brute pretended to stumble, crushing one of the long white feathers trailing the ash-gray ground.  “Hello Salseph.”  Two fingers with sharp talons drifted down his wing.  “Wish I had pretty wings.”

Seph’s stomach clenched.  He flinched from the touch, arching his wings high.  A laugh rumbled from the creature.  The fiends detested him as much as he abhorred them.

“I think he’s hideous,” a demon in the shadows called.  “Angels are our enemies.  Every time I look at him, I want to draw sword.”

Jealousy and envy gleamed in Evol’s red eyes.  The demon reeked of the Pit.  Sulfur wasn’t an enticing perfume.  “Now, who would want to spit our lovely Salseph on a sword?”

“Let me pass.” Seph would have shouldered by Evol, but he didn’t want to touch the creature.

“Coming home from another assignment?” Evol smirked.

Seph refused to give the other demon the satisfaction of a reply.  He was returning from another demeaning mission with his guts in a knot and his heart bleeding for a poor human woman whose only sin was falling in love with him.

“Did you eat her baby or pump one into her womb?”  Evol leered, his glob of a head tilted to the side, his hairy ears wagging.

“I don’t consume human flesh.  Now step aside.”

“Or you’ll do what?  Report me to Paimon?”

Seph flared his wings, striking the demon and knocking him back.  “Sorry, Evol.”  He drove his wings down hard, rising straight into the sultry, close air.  Voice dripping sarcasm, he said, “Sometimes I forget how powerful my wings are.”

Wings rising and falling slowly, he hovered over the grotesque blob.  Why were they all so fiendish?   One of the monsters tried to capture his ankle.  Laughing, he flew higher and, still chuckling, soared toward home—the place he lived.  He’d never thought of the dim stone cavern as home.

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In Celestial Sin (see the page here for a blurb, excerpt and reviews), the hero is the angel Cam-ael of the Order of the Powers.  Here is a little information about that order of angels:

Powers or Authorities

The “Powers” collaborate, in power and authority, with the Principalities (Rulers).  The Powers are the Middle Triad shared with the Dominations and the Virtues.  The Highest Triad consists of the Seraphim, Cherubim and Thrones.  In the Lowest Triad, you find the Principalities, Archangels and Angels.

The Powers are the bearers of conscience. the keepers of history and warrior angels created to be completely loyal to God.  It is said that no Power has ever fallen from grace, but another theory states that Satan was the Chief of the Powers before he fell from grace. The duty of these angels is to oversee the distribution of power among humankind.  The Chief of their Order is Cam-ael, who bears scrutiny as he exemplifies that wavering path between good and evil.  His name means “He who sees God.”  Yet in his darker mode he is identified as a Duke of Hell.

 

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I  have a love/hate relationship with Valentine’s Day–depends on the year and the current state of my emotional rollercoaster.  Lately, I’ve found that I don’t care if I have a Valentine who forgets to send me flowers and might or might not bring chocolates.  I’m rather old to be a dreamer, but I’m still waiting for my dream man.  If he doesn’t wander into my life, then I have some wonderful memories of good contenders.

And I have the heroes in my books whom I dearly love.  Each time I leave a book, I grieve that I am letting go of another darlling and can’t possibly believe that I could love another hero as much.  Funny thing is that a writer’s love is fickle.  I love Camael in Celestial Sin and Damian in Hot Spanish Nights, and I’m working on a demon story, and I sigh over Salseph.

I love piano, romance, reading, travel, my characters, gin and tonic, Pinot Grigio, Chateau Neuf de Pape, champagne, sports cars, especially my little Z3 and so much more.  I doubt Z3PO (the car) will give me a valentine, but he will give me topless days in the sun!

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My name is Cam-ael and I was an angel of the Order of the Powers.  Sounds like an opening remark from an AA meeting, doesn’t it?

 I was wounded in the Second War in Heaven, more about that later, and plummeted from the sky into Essie McBane’s life.  I’m sure Essie didn’t expect to have an angel thump down in her chicken yard.

 I’m open for questions, if they’re not too personal.  (He gives the interviewer a devastatingly beautiful smile to match his lyrical voice).

 Second War in Heaven?

 The First was when Lucifer was cast down into Hell.  He caused the Second one as well but I’m not at liberty to say why.  Suffice to say that many of the loyal angels were incensed to learn that our Creator still mourned his once favorite son.

 The Second War raged until the airy corridors ran red with blood, then the conflict spilled from Heaven to Earth, and mortal forces joined the battle as the fallen angels met the loyal angels in one final, epic battle at Armaggeddon.

 I was a warrior, but I was wounded.  Essie gave me sanctuary to heal, and I was intrigued by her and by mortal life. I found the idea of the love between a man and woman and sex fascinating.  I wanted to stay with her and experience life, but she was determined not to be the reason I fell from Grace.

 Describe yourself.

 Physically, I’m 6 feet tall with auburn hair, blue eyes and a white wingspan.

As a person, I’m loyal, caring and affectionate.  As a warrior, I was fierce and ruthless.  The Powers are the first line of defense…..

 Do you think you will stay on Earth?

 If Essie will have me—and of course if I’m not summoned back to the war.

 Can angels die?

 Not in the human sense of dying.  We can be destroyed or cease to exist.  Swords of black iron will kill an angel.

 Any questions for an angel?

 See the Celestial Sin page for a blurb, reviews, video and buy link.

 Note:  Artwork is by Cheryl Mandus and entitled Annunciator

 

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The final tallies are out, and Celestial Sin is third amongst some very heavy hitters in erotica.   A big Texas WOOHOO!

For a video, blurb and excerpt, check out the Celestial Sin page on the blog and don’t forget to take a look at the erotic free read.

To celebrate, I’m giving away a free download.  Please be sure to leave contact information in your comment.

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From Celestial Sin:

Whoa, Essie, he’s an angel and a lot younger than you.

His feathers rustled as he unbuckled the fastenings under his arms and bent to place the armor on the floor. What did his ass, hidden by sleek white wings, look like? My, my, he was just too much for a girl to resist. She gave in to temptation, stroked the shiny, soft feathers. He backed into the caress, and a long sigh escaped him.

“That feels incredible.” His voice came husky, and butterflies hatched in her stomach.

Shakily, he turned to face her. Ginger hair spattered his chest, drew a thin line down his stomach, disappearing in the V-neck of the robe he wore beneath his armor. The loose shirt was thigh-length. The fabric appeared to be linen but with a subtle sheen.

“I’m afraid I can’t remove this.” He lifted a fold of the toga, giving her a tempting glimpse of his upper thigh, very near his cock. “I’m wearing nothing beneath.”

 

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