Descent (Kissed by Death #3)
Release Date: 06/02/15
Entangled Teen
320 pages
Summary from Goodreads:
He’ll destroy everything and everyone to save her…including himself.
Easton doesn’t believe in love. He believes in death. Darkness. Sin. As a reaper for Hell, it’s all he’s known for more than four hundred years. So when he gets slapped with the job of training the boss’s daughter, an angel that knows nothing but joy, he knows he’s in for a world of trouble.
Though he’s made it clear he wants nothing to do with her outside of work, Gwen will do whatever it takes to get close to the dark and wounded reaper—even taint her angelic image and become a reaper herself. But in all her planning, she forgot to factor in one thing—how far the demons Easton doomed to Hell will go for revenge.
When the dangers of the Hell threaten Gwen, Easton will destroy everything and everyone to save her. But as the darkness closes in, will he be able to save himself?
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The
room seemed to settle into a dangerous calm as we entered, and at
least a dozen sets of eyes followed our progress.
“Why
are they all looking at me like that?”
“Because
most of them have never seen anything like you,” I said. “Put on
all the black leather you want, Red, but you’ll never be able to
cover up what you are.”
“And
what am I?”
My
gaze coasted over the soft curve of her cheek, the slender arch of
her neck. She was beautiful, a warm sunrise in a world that had only
ever known a cold, unforgiving night. To think I’d even tried to
hide what she was from the filth here showed how foolish I really
was. There was no hiding the goodness in Gwen.
“Pure,”
I finally said, tearing my gaze from her. I had to stop looking at
her like that. I had to stop wanting to touch her. I had to
stop... I just had to stop. Giving in to that desire wasn’t going
to do either of us any good.
“Then
maybe I should do something to make them think I’m not,” she
said, voice small and unsure.
I
laughed. “Like what? Murder someone? News flash. Everyone here is
already dead, sweetheart.”
“I
don’t know,” she said, looking around. “What about that?”
She
gestured to a man and succubus on the dance floor. Lips locked
together, dancing so close you couldn’t tell where he ended and she
began. A group of pain demons closed in on them, waiting for her to
deplete and release the drained soul. They’d drag him away and
finish him off once she’d had her fill. That was the real dance
here.
Feed.
Punish. Pain. Repeat.
As
much as the thought of having Gwen pressed against me like that
scared the shit out of me, she was right. We needed to blend in. I
grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against me, telling
myself I was only acting. That I didn’t care. She gasped
and her hands landed on my chest. She was stiff in my arms, staring
at my throat. A table of demons pushed their drinks aside to watch us
with suspicious, glowing eyes.
“Gonna need
to come a little closer than that, Red,” I whispered against her
hair. “Are you a succubus or an angel? Quick survival tip...you
want to be the succubus.”
She
inched forward and buried her face in my neck, releasing a shaky
breath against my jaw. Her mouth pressed against the serpent tattoo
on my neck, and I could feel the brand of ink writhe, basking in
the pleasure of her purity. My heart kicked a painful rhythm against
my ribs. Without permission, my hands slid down to her hips. She felt
so warm under my palms, perfectly clumsy, trying to find a rhythm to
match mine. I’d never really danced before, but in a place like
this, I figured there was no right way. Not when everything was so
wrong. Gwen peeked out from under my jaw, looking at the others
dancing.
“Should
we...kiss?” she asked. “L-like them?”
I
stopped swaying and forced my hands to loosen their grip on her hips.
My blood felt too hot, my body tense and unfamiliar. My gaze dropped
to her mouth, and my mind went places it had no business going.
I
wanted to kiss her.
I’d
never wanted to kiss anyone. Almighty knows that’s all it would
take to soil her. One touch from my lips and she’d never be the
same.
Tara Fuller writes novels. Some about grim reapers. Some about witches. All of course are delightfully full of teen angst and kissing. Tara grew up in a one stop light town in Oklahoma where once upon a time she stayed up with a flash light reading RL Stine novels and only dreamed of becoming a writer. She has a slight obsession with music and a shameless addiction for zombie fiction, Mystery Science Theater, and black and white mochas. Tara no longer lives in a one stop light town. Now she lives with her family in a slightly larger town in North Carolina where they have at least three stoplights.
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