Thank you for joining us to celebrate the release of Avenging Angel, book 4 in Cynthia Eden's The Fallen series. Learn about the book, meet the author and enjoy an excerpt.
About the book:
With a messed up family background and a tendency to grow claws and fangs, Tanner Chance isn’t exactly the boy next door. But he’s a decent cop, and he keeps himself on the side of the good guys. Convenient, because when he rescues a survivor of a horrific shifter attack he finds himself instantly smitten—with an honest-to-goodness angel, as innocent as she is irresistible.
Marna may be angelic, but she’s not stupid or weak. She can take care of herself. Tanner is more temptation than protection anyway. Or so she thinks, until someone wearing her face starts taking out some of New Orleans’ more unsavory paranormals. With police and predators both gunning for her blood, Marna has no choice but to trust Tanner…even though what’s sparking between them is hotter than anything holy.
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Meet the Author
USA
Today Best-selling
author Cynthia Eden has written over twenty-five novels and novellas. She was
named as a 2013 RITA® finalist for her paranormal romance,
ANGEL IN CHAINS, and, in 2011, Cynthia Eden was a RITA finalist for her
romantic suspense, DEADLY FEAR.
Cynthia is a southern
girl who loves horror movies, chocolate, and happy endings. She has
always wanted to write (don’t most authors say that?), and particularly enjoys
creating stories about monsters–vampires, werewolves, and even the real-life
monsters that populate her romantic suspense stories.
Cynthia’s
foreign sales for her books include translations to Japan, Germany, Thailand,
Greece, and Brazil.
(Back
in the day…) Cynthia graduated summa cum laude from the University of South
Alabama where she studied Sociology (because people interest her) and
Communication (because she likes to write about said people). Cynthia has
worked as a college admissions counselor, a teacher, and as an editor. But now,
Cynthia is thrilled to be spending her days making up stories.
The delicate angel had broken.
Did she even realize that tears slid down her cheeks? Tanner
Chance kept guard by her side. His hand was on her arm, stroking her.
He couldn’t seem to stop touching her.
They’d found her body in the swamp. At first, he’d thought that
she was already dead.
So much blood.
Then she’d moved, and he’d realized just what his sick freak of a
brother had done.
Sliced the wings right off an angel.
Her lashes lifted and her eyes, the palest blue he’d ever seen,
locked right on him. No, those eyes seemed to see right through him. Tanner cleared his throat. He was
a cop. He’d spent too many years seeing blank expressions like that on the
faces of victims. “You…you’re safe now.” He’d keep her safe. “You just need to
rest.”
She didn’t speak, and he didn’t know what else he was supposed to
say to her. He never knew what to say to the victims. He just knew how to make
the bastards who hurt them pay.
He was very good at delivering justice. But this time…
An angel.
She had to hate him. She knew who he was. Knew that his brother
was the fucked-up asshole who’d tortured her. Tanner cleared his throat and
finally managed to tell her, “I’m not like him.”
Her eyes never left his.
And he was still touching her. Her skin was the softest he’d ever
felt. The smoothest. Her flesh was golden and perfect.
Or, it had been, until claws had ripped into her back and torn
that flesh wide open.
Her breath exhaled softly. “When I’m stronger…”
Tanner leaned closer because he could barely hear her words. “What
is it? What do you need?” Anything. He’d do—
“When I’m stronger, you should…stay away from me.”
He glanced at her small hands. They’d had to bind her wrists when
they strapped her down. Not to hurt her, but to keep the little blond angel
from hurting them.
The angel before him—Marna—she wasn’t some sweet and gentle
guardian angel.
She was an angel of death. One who could, and had, killed with
just a touch.
He could touch her all that he wanted. That was the way the game
worked with angels. But the instant her hand touched him…
Dead.
If she wanted him dead, all she had to do was touch him, and she
could send him straight to hell.
She smiled at him. The smile made her seem even lovelier and then
the angel said, “When I’m stronger, when I’m free…get as far away from me as
you can.” The faintest of pauses then, “Because I’ll have my vengeance.”
She didn’t look so broken anymore.
“Remember…to run, shifter.”
He didn’t move, and he damn well kept touching her. “I’m not the
running kind.” Not anymore. The scared kid he’d been had died long ago. Now he
fought any bastard who came his way—and he made sure to win his battles.
His angel kept her cold smile and told him, “Wait and see…you will
be…”
The delicate angel had broken.
Did she even realize that tears slid down her cheeks? Tanner
Chance kept guard by her side. His hand was on her arm, stroking her.
He couldn’t seem to stop touching her.
They’d found her body in the swamp. At first, he’d thought that
she was already dead.
So much blood.
Then she’d moved, and he’d realized just what his sick freak of a
brother had done.
Sliced the wings right off an angel.
Her lashes lifted and her eyes, the palest blue he’d ever seen,
locked right on him. No, those eyes seemed to see right through him. Tanner cleared his throat. He was
a cop. He’d spent too many years seeing blank expressions like that on the
faces of victims. “You…you’re safe now.” He’d keep her safe. “You just need to
rest.”
She didn’t speak, and he didn’t know what else he was supposed to
say to her. He never knew what to say to the victims. He just knew how to make
the bastards who hurt them pay.
He was very good at delivering justice. But this time…
An angel.
She had to hate him. She knew who he was. Knew that his brother
was the fucked-up asshole who’d tortured her. Tanner cleared his throat and
finally managed to tell her, “I’m not like him.”
Her eyes never left his.
And he was still touching her. Her skin was the softest he’d ever
felt. The smoothest. Her flesh was golden and perfect.
Or, it had been, until claws had ripped into her back and torn
that flesh wide open.
Her breath exhaled softly. “When I’m stronger…”
Tanner leaned closer because he could barely hear her words. “What
is it? What do you need?” Anything. He’d do—
“When I’m stronger, you should…stay away from me.”
He glanced at her small hands. They’d had to bind her wrists when
they strapped her down. Not to hurt her, but to keep the little blond angel
from hurting them.
The angel before him—Marna—she wasn’t some sweet and gentle
guardian angel.
She was an angel of death. One who could, and had, killed with
just a touch.
He could touch her all that he wanted. That was the way the game
worked with angels. But the instant her hand touched him…
Dead.
If she wanted him dead, all she had to do was touch him, and she
could send him straight to hell.
She smiled at him. The smile made her seem even lovelier and then
the angel said, “When I’m stronger, when I’m free…get as far away from me as
you can.” The faintest of pauses then, “Because I’ll have my vengeance.”
She didn’t look so broken anymore.
“Remember…to run, shifter.”
He didn’t move, and he damn well kept touching her. “I’m not the
running kind.” Not anymore. The scared kid he’d been had died long ago. Now he
fought any bastard who came his way—and he made sure to win his battles.
His angel kept her cold smile and told him, “Wait and see…you will
be…”
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