About the Book
Author: Karen Swart
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Raven Black is no martyr, but she has a secret she deems worth protecting. Placed into the care of Zadkiel, the Archangel of Mercy, Raven Black tries with all her might and main to hide her deadly secret. It’s difficult to know who to trust or who to confide in, but Raven knows she’s unwilling to be exploited to get the Archangels’ greatest enemy. She seals her lips, refusing to speak and enduring the ensuing torture in silence.
After centuries of nothing but duty, Zadkiel is tormented by the hellhound Raven. The closer he gets to her, the more he discovers about this lethal beauty. With each passing moment an uncontrollable desire is awakened, and with it an ancient evil is provoked.
When he discovers her secret, Zadkiel must choose between all of mankind and the woman he has come to love. Can he save her in time, or will his failure bring forth the end of days?
He would awaken a desire that would burn through hell.
I am a complete book addict, and really proud of it. My entire world is made of books. From reading to writing to blogging to helping other authors. A day without my world of books would be impossible. I am a mother of three, two boys and a little princess. Happily married for 8 years with my high school sweetheart. I live in South Africa, just on the rims of the Kalahari Desert in a small town with one shop and friendly faces.
As Raven faded away, I turn to look at Chax. Although Chax was our leader, his short temper always seemed to doom a situation. His green eyes pierced mine as he regained his footing and pulled out his sword.
“There are more ways to deal with something than just force, Chax.” I smirked at him.
“Agreed, but not in Raven’s case.” Chax brought his sword in front of him, determined to get the weapon he needed to bring down Lucifer.
“She is still a fallen, and in my care. I will not let her be harmed in any way.” I stepped a little to the left, bringing my body to a perfect counter position.
“So, you choose her side rather than our cause?” Chax accused me.
“Please, I am not one of your little fallen apprentices. I chose the right path, the one without hurting an innocent girl.” I steadied the weight of my body on the balls of my feet, and secured my position.
“I migh-“ Chax was cut off by something crashing through my office wall.
“Where is she? Where is that hellhound?” an even more intoxicated Camael yelled while trying to stay upright.
“You have got to be kidding me!” At the sound of Chax’s pained words, my eyes flew in his direction, and I lifted my eyebrows at his statement.
He blushed a little. “Too much time with my mate,” he replied.
“I see,” I replied and caught Camael before his face ended up in my chair.
“What the hell are you doing, Camael?!” Chax replaced his sword and grabbed Camael on the other side.
“That hellhound needs a lesson in respect.” Camael’s words slurred with his heavy tongue.
“He needs to be healed, Chax. Is there no one who can help?” I was worried for my old friend; he was not doing well at all.
“No, not even the visits in heaven seem to be helping, although I might have an idea we can test.” Chax grabbed Camael on the shoulder and forced him to sit down. His head hung backwards as his dark eyes looked up and tried to focus on us.
“If it might work, we need to try it. He is unable to fulfill his duties in this state.” A bitter taste was left in my mouth. I didn’t like what I was seeing at all.
“What about Raven?” Chax asked.
“I will find her, and I will let her take me to him. The moment I have him in sight, I will notify all of you.” My eyes drifted to Chax.
“And you think that you will be able to persuade her to help us trap him?” Chax frowned.
“Yes, but she will not know that she is doing it. I will steer her the way we need her to go.” Chax nodded and grabbed hold of Camael.
“Do that then, but if you fail, it will be my way, Zadkiel.” He shifted out, taking Camael with him.
I pried away the curtains and looked outside. A setting sun lay on the horizon, sending a final farewell. The silhouette of pink, purple and orange shadows danced in the sky as the blackness crept in to surround it. How many had I seen, and yet the sunset still takes my breath away. Created with such detail and love, our Sire made sure that the day began and ended in great beauty. The bathroom door opened behind me and my senses were invaded with the scents of roses and forest. I turned to find Raven stepping into the room, her hands rubbing her hair with a towel.
“Okay, I am clean now. Can we please get on with it?” She turned and her eyes found mine.
For a moment I was left dumbfounded. Get on with what again?
Her porcelain white skin glowed with a soft pink rose color from the wash, and her black hair was as dark as the souls I have to carry away to hell. A thought entered my mind of how perfectly balanced she was between light and dark. Her hair and clothes created the stage of darkness, and her green eyes and porcelain skin the center of light. Interesting.
“Hello, earth to Zadkiel?” Her eyebrows drawn together, she waited for me to reply.
Reason entered my clouded mind and I cleared my throat. I turn around to close the curtains. “Yes, we can begin.”
“For a moment there, I thought Camael might not have been the only one with a problem.” Her words cut deep.
“There is reason behind that, Raven. There are many of thousands of reasons, to be exact. My reply was a bit harsh, and I could see the impact it made.
Nose into the air, eyes closed to be barely open, she pinned me with her defiance.
“Sure, whatever. I don’t have time for all the angel shit. Are we going to do this or what?” Her anger delighted me in a weird way.
“Get on the bed,” I instructed, moving to the end of the bed.
She climbed on it and lay back, her eyes looking at the ceiling.
“I first need to merge with your mind, and then I will help you descend into a deep sleep. Remember that it’s just a dream, and although the pain feels real, it’s just in your head.” She didn’t reply, but I could see the doubt on her face.
I spread my wings and climbed onto the bed, my hands placed beside her legs.
She flew up and glared at me. “What the hell?”
“I need to enclose you again, just a precaution.” I could feel her body awakening to the action. How receptive this warrior was to my touch.
“Fine,” she grumbled as she lay back again. I hid my smile, and slowly descended towards her head. As I stood over her, our eyes met. Her green eyes were darker, spurred on by her anger and most likely lust. Her lids were half closed. I watched her breathing become labored with my presence. It delighted me, thrilled me.
To have such power over such a beautiful being was exhilarating. My mind raced with forbidden images of her gasping, moaning, and screaming.
“Zadkiel?” Her voice quivered.