Three
Wishes
Debra
Dunbar
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
Publisher:
Anessa Books
Date
of Publication: March 7, 2015
ISBN:
978-1505671193
ASIN:
B00RKE5608
Number
of pages: 229
Word
Count: 79,000
Cover
Artist: Phatpuppy Art
Book
Description:
Dar
helped his foster sister become the ruler of Hel, and helped her free
the enslaved humans from the elves. It’s about time he helped
himself – to a fun week of mayhem in the Windy City. Collapsing a
few buildings and corrupting politicians is an ideal vacation for a
demon in Chicago, but Dar didn’t count on a beautiful angel
sabotaging his fun and putting him to work.
Asta
is an angelic enforcer, scanning for demons in her assigned territory
and sending them to an early grave. Unfortunately, the latest
trespasser from Hel has diplomatic immunity - but immunity doesn’t
mean she can’t coerce him into helping her track and dispatch the
powerful demon that’s been cycling in and out of her radar for the
last few days.
Demons
are the sworn enemies of every angel, but Asta must learn to trust
Dar or the dark presence that is growing in Chicago will spread - and
this particular enemy has the skills and knowledge to send human
civilization back to the dark ages.
She
has one week left as an enforcer before she returns to her heavenly
home – one week to catch an elusive monster, and one week to
safeguard her heart from the demon who is determined to seduce her to
sin.
She
gave him a watery smile. “And flying? I’m sure you fly all the
time, since you have immunity and don’t need to fear death at the
hand of us angels.”
Don’t
look down, don’t look down.
“Uhhh,
I don’t fly.”
The
angel’s eyes widened. “You don’t fly? I know you all lost
your wings in the Fall, but I thought you could still manifest those
leathery bat-type wings. What do you mean; you don’t fly?”
“I
. . . we . . . .” Dar made the mistake of looking down and felt
himself break out in a sweat, his hands white knuckled as he gripped
the rim of the roof. “Not all demons can manifest wings. I can’t.
I don’t fly.”
Silence
fell, and Dar felt her pity. It grated on him like sandpaper. “I
don’t want to fly. It’s not my thing. I’m a rat. I like it
underground in caves and tunnels. The air isn’t my thing.”
As
soon as he’d said the words, a lump settled in his throat. She was
an angel with an affinity for air, and he couldn’t fly — wouldn’t
fly. The very thought of it sent chills down his spine.
“I’ll
fly you. You need to experience it, even if just this once. If you
don’t like it, that’s fine — you don’t ever have to do it
again.”
Dar
tensed, his hands gripping the ledge of the roof so hard he feared it
would crumble in his grasp. A hand touched his shoulder, and he
jumped with an involuntary reflex.
“Trust
me. I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear. Trust me.” Her
mouth turned up in the most adorable smile ever. “I’ve trusted
you these last few days. It’s your turn.”
The
demon drew a shaky breath. It was as good a day to die as any.
“Okay. Just a short flight.”
He
glanced over and saw the warm approval in her face. Moonlight and
some inner glow lit her like a beacon in the night. Golden brown.
Everything about her was like a warm loaf of bread right out of the
oven. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she’d drop him from a thousand
feet up, or drown him in Lake Michigan. It didn’t matter, because
he was lost in the beautiful joy shining from her dark eyes.
“I’ll
even fly you in your rat form. How’s that? Both of us conquering
our fears at the same time.”
Who
says I’m afraid? It’s what Dar wanted to say, but instead
something totally different came out. “Right. You’ll be more
likely to panic and drop me as a rat than as a demon. I know how you
feel about rodents.”
The
brown eyes widened then Asta threw back her head and laughed. It was
a deep, smoky, musical laugh, and Dar felt his hands loosen on the
roof ledge.
“I
swear on my eternal soul that I will not drop you.” The angel’s
eyes grew soft. Dar could have sworn he saw something in them that
was more than affection. “I will never let you go, Dar, no matter
how red your beady eyes are, or how your whiskery nose twitches, or
how much your sharp claws dig into my skin. I will never let you
go.”
Dar
took a deep breath and stood. “I can’t promise I won’t puke on
you.”
Asta
rose, huge wings of brown and gold extending full-width from her
back. “Vomit is not included in this excursion. You puke on my
shirt and you’re going for a swim.”
About
the Author
After
majoring in English with a concentration in Medieval Literature and
Folklore studies, Debra promptly sold out to the corporate world,
occasionally writing marketing copy and op/ed articles for a local
city paper. By day, she designs compensation programs, after dark she
stuffs her nose into obscure mythology, and feverishly writes her
novels. A DEMON BOUND is her debut novel.
Debra
lives on a farm in Maryland with Sweetie, three sons, and a Noah's
ark of four legged family members. She drives an old PT Cruiser,
couldn't carry a tune if you duct taped it to her back, and enjoys an
occasional cosmopolitan (heavy on the vodka). On a good day, she jogs
and horseback rides, hopefully managing to keep the horse between
herself and the ground. Her only known super power is 'Identify
Roadkill'.
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