Series: Her Angel
Author: Felicity Heaton
Read copy: eBook (Kindle)
Published: August 20, 2010
Publisher: Dark Rose Publishing
An angel trapped in Hell for centuries, Apollyon is tired of guarding the Devil. He longs to break free and feel the wind in his feathers, but he cannot leave the endless darkness without permission from above. When he senses someone calling him, he seizes his chance for freedom, but soon discovers the call came from a beautiful woman he has watched over from Hell, a woman who casts a spell on him and awakens the darkest desires of his heart.
Serenity is shocked when a wickedly sensual black-winged angel shows up in her city of Paris claiming that she called him when she was only casting a simple vengeance spell. He's no other than the angel of death! When the lethally handsome warrior offers to obey her and give her revenge, Serenity can't resist the temptation, but can she resist the forbidden hungers the dark angel stirs in her?
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After centuries spent cooped up in Hell, Apollyon, the former angel of Death, destroyer of the world, angel of the apocalypse (blah blah blah) is finally free to leave on a mission. But it’s not his master who’s called him, but a mortal woman wanting to exact revenge on her cheating bastard of an ex.
This is the premise. Sounds good right? The story actually was good, up until the moment when the measly plot decided to take a
The heroine, who strangely had an English name despite her being French (and so did her ex), wanted to get back at her cheating ex by making him jealous. And not by making out with a hot guy, but just being seen with a hot guy at a club. Was she still in high-school or something?
And then, forgetting all her reservations about angels being off limits, she spends the rest of the story boning the angel she called to wreak puerile vengeance on her ex. Can you say rebound?
And after pages and pages of non-steamy, repetitive, bland, and sometimes text-book banging with no emotional connection whatsoever (lust does not an emotion make), they’re suddenly in love.
Unbelievable, puerile, slow, plot-less and pointless.