Excerpt & Giveaway - Gabriel (From Grace, Book 1) by Kris Norris
A Wicked Tale * ARe Books
Genre: M/M, Angels and Demons, PNR
He asks for a demon and gets an
Kei can’t believe his last ditch
effort at stopping what could very well be the coming apocalypse has failed
before it ever started. All because he messed up one spell. One awkward
From the moment the angelic man
looks up at him from the within the sigil inscribed on the ground, Kei knows
he’s in trouble. Blue eyes, smooth skin, and a body so perfect…it’s Heavenly.
Getting involved with someone like that—no matter the physical pull—is nothing
short of sinful. He just wished his soul cared enough to stay away.
Becoming lovers is the least of
their worries. Darkness is on the horizon, and if they can’t find a way to stop
it before it takes hold, humanity won’t be the only thing that falls from
“An angel?” Kei scrubbed a hand down his
face as he tilted his head forward. “I summoned a fucking angel?”
Fire licked across his skin, the
tiny arcs flashing bright in the darkness. Anger fueled the flames, burning the
yellow wisps into a deep crimson. Of all the bloody fuck ups...
Kei crossed the cemetery, stopping
just shy of the symbol he’d inscribed on the ground. Black ash coated the
parched dirt, traces of blood baked into the grooves scored on the land. He
stared at the man crouched within the circle, muscles straining, creamy skin
gleaming in the moonlight. Crisp white feathers fluttered in the breeze, his
wings still unfurled across his back. Sweat beaded the guy’s flesh, trailing
down the strong curve of his spine. Summonings weren’t pleasurable for demons.
For angels—they killed more often than they succeeded.
Kei frowned. He’d cast a fire
enchantment. Used more than a bit of his blood and all the damn power he could
spare as payment. A desperate last effort to prolong his life, just long enough
to hunt and kill the fallen bastard who’d cursed him to this fucking realm. The
god damn human world. The one entity who could destroy this dimension and a
dozen more like it if Kei didn’t end the war before it began. He’d expected a
blood demon. A soulless vessel he could possess until he’d found his prey.
Preserve what little strength he had left before the final battle.
And he’d fucking deserved the
creature. Fire enchantments were tricky. Risky. He would have gladly accepted
death as a suitable recourse for a botched attempt. But he’d gotten every
intonation and ancient pronunciation right. Had known the moment he’d finished,
he’d been successful.
And yet, he’d somehow summoned a
Kei crossed his arms over his chest
as he braced his feet a shoulder width apart. “Don’t suppose you’re really a
blood demon in disguise?”
The man’s ragged breathing filled
the air, his head finally lifting enough to meet Kei’s gaze. Pain creased his
forehead, his clear blue eyes wide with surprise.
Kei shook his head, leaning his hip
against a tombstone. “Guess that’s a no.” He held up his hand, hoping to stop
the guy when he looked as if he was going to try to stand. “I wouldn’t do that
just yet unless you like falling. Wouldn’t want to bruise that pretty-boy face of
The angelic man glared at him,
pushing to his feet before stumbling across the circle. He hit one of the stone
crosses, the dull thud echoing through the graveyard. He sagged against the
headstone, anger coloring his eyes.
Kei tsked. “Can’t say I didn’t warn
“Silence, demon, before I strike
you down for simply standing there.”
Kei chuckled. “Yeah, you might find
that whole smiting thing a bit difficult. Summonings tend to drain your life
force. And I didn’t use near enough energy to fuel an angel.” He cocked his
head to the side. “You got a name?”
The man clenched his jaw, drawing
himself up despite the ways his limbs shook from the strain. “I’m an angel, not
stupid. Names are powerful.”
“Right. Because that’s really what
I’d been hoping for. A self-righteous asshole with enough soul to fill this
godforsaken cemetery. That was my plan all along.” He sighed. “The name’s Kei.”
“I don’t care.”
“Jackass it is.”
The man sneered. “I won’t fall for
Kris Norris is a jack-of-all trades
who’s constantly looking for her ever-elusive clone.
A single mother and slave to chaos,
Kris started writing some years back, and it took her a while to realize she
wasn’t destined for the padded room, and that the voices chattering away inside
her head were really other characters trying to take shape. (And since they weren’t
telling her to conquer the human race, she went with it. Though she supposes if
they had…insert evil laugh).
Kris loves writing erotic novels.
She loves heroines who kick butt, heroes who are larger than life, and sizzling
love scenes that leave you feeling just a bit breathless.