REAVER – Heroes and Heartbreakers excerpt
“R-Reaver?”
Reaver held Harvester’s frail body tight against his as he navigated the
final steps of a winding ledge that dropped them into a world of weird. “It’s
me. It’s okay. We’re safe.”
Relatively safe, anyway. Relative meaning that they weren’t dead. Yet. He
just hoped the same could be said for Tavin, Matt, and Calder. When he’d left
them to sneak into Satan’s realm, they’d been engaged in a battle they’d
initiated as a diversion. It had been a risky move, and Reaver could only pray
they’d make it to the rendezvous point.
A hunter’s horn sounded in the distance and was answered by another, closer
horn signal. Satan’s minions hadn’t gained ground, but they were spreading out.
Damn.
He scanned the landscape of thorny plants, hills of blackened earth and
trees, and twisted, abandoned structures. Nothing moved.
He looked down at Harvester, and as before when he first saw her hanging over
a pit of acid, he felt sick to his stomach. He didn’t like Harvester even though
he was grateful for the things she’d done, but she didn’t deserve this; her
naked body too thin and mottled with bruises and ligature marks, her once silken
black hair tangled and dull, and worst of all, missing her gorgeous green eyes.
Under ideal circumstances, an angel could heal from even the most heinous
injuries within hours. But these were far from ideal circumstances, and
Harvester’s source of power, her wings, had been severed. Without wings or
medical assistance, it could take weeks, even months, for an angel’s body to
fully heal.
“I can’t risk healing you more than I did,” he said. “My power isn’t reliable
right now, and I could do more harm than good.”
“Reaver,” she croaked, as if he hadn’t spoken. “Why…how…”
“Shh.” He tucked her face into his chest, quieting her. “We’re going to meet
up with some friends, and then I’ll answer all your questions.”
Reaver and the assassins had worked out a plan A and a plan B. Plan A had
been shot to hell when iron gates had prevented Reaver from getting out of
Satan’s realm to the south, where his companions would have been waiting. Now,
with demons in pursuit, they were on their way to plan B. Hopefully Tav, Matt,
and Calder had realized quickly that Reaver’s escape route had gone bad.
Inhaling the stench of rotten vegetation that permeated this section of
Sheoul, he started away from the skeletons of some burned-out buildings and
toward a mountain range as expansive as the Rockies. He moved swiftly,
outrunning the sounds of pursuit and pausing once to blast a group of imps with
a ball of lightning. The sphere struck the leader, and from there sent
electrical strikes at each of the surrounding imps, frying them all in a handy
eight-for-one.
Harvester slept in his arms, barely stirring when he stopped to listen for
anyone following them. By the time they neared the plan B meeting site, Reaver
was sure they’d lost the demons—temporarily. Reaver wasn’t naive enough to think
they were off the hook. The demons chasing them were only the first wave, the
security detail unlucky enough to be guarding the dungeon Harvester was kept in.
Once Satan got wind of this, if he hadn’t already, Reaver and Harvester were
going to have legions of minions on their heels.
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Reaver
WARRIOR OF HEAVEN
Reaver
is an angel with a past, a record, and a less-than-heavenly attitude.
Powerful enough to fight alongside the fiercest battle angels-and crazy
enough to risk his wings on a one-way mission to hell-he's agreed to go
where no angel has ever gone before...to steal the most seductive and
dangerous prize of Satan himself.
ANGEL OF HELL
Harvester
is one of the Fallen, a once-heroic angel who sacrificed her wings to
work as an undercover agent in hell. But now her cover has been blown,
and she's been doomed to an eternity of agonizing torture. Even if
Reaver can snatch her away from Satan's lair, even if they can fight
their way out of the underworld's darkest depths, there is one thing
Harvester can never escape-her newfound thirst for an angel's blood..
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A former meteorologist and EMT, Air Force veteran Larissa Ione now gets her
daily dose of excitement from vampires, werewolves, demons, and the Four
Horsemen of the Apocalypse. She lives in wintery Wisconsin with her U.S. Coast
Guard husband, her teenage son, a rescue cat, and her hellhound, a King Shepherd
named Hexe.
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