An Angel’s Blade by Mary Winter
erotic paranormal angel romance
Reissue Date: 09/22/16
Cover art by Unscramblet Author Services
Zahra Soliel searches for someone who can help her take down the Necromancers and their zombie minions. She finds him in Dashtu, a half-angel with a body like a god. His heavenly origins make what she wants to do with him completely, deliciously sinful. And she’ll use anything, including her body, to convince him to join her cause. Dashtu knows he needs a Blade to help him complete his mission of driving the Necromancers out of Neukacee, and Zahra is perfect in more than one way. There’s just one problem: the last Blade who helped him ended up dead.
When a group of orphans is discovered deep within the Necromancer’s compound and Dashtu learns that his former Blade has become a zombie, he realizes he has to act fast. He’ll have to rely on his angelic powers and his Blade. With a little luck and some divine intervention, they might make it out alive. Then, maybe he can see about making Zahra completely his.
2075 AD, former Kansas City metro area
Zahra didn’t believe in God or Satan, but one look in her quarry’s light blue eyes made her bite back the Hallelujah springing to her lips. She’d found him. Holed up in one of Neukacee’s seediest bars, Dashtu, the half-angel and salvation of all the humans in the greater tristate area, drank the same watered-down beer the humans drank. She scanned the room, thankful not to find any of the Necromancer’s minions waiting in dark corners. Crossing paths with a zombie right now would be a bitch.
She ducked into the back room where the smell of stale beer and greasy food overwhelmed her. Swallowing her gorge, she snagged one of the pocketed aprons the waitresses wore. Of course most of them wore little else. In her leather pants and shirt, with more concealed cutlery than the dish rack, she didn’t look like Barg’s normal wait-girls. If his patrons missed the clothing, the katana strapped on her back had to tip them off. Oh well, the patrons would just have to deal. This body wasn’t for sale.
“Give me a beer,” she yelled to Barg. He grinned at her, revealing the gaps where he’d lost teeth during his boxing career.
“Who’s paying?” he shouted back as he slid a full mug down the bar.
She caught it effortlessly. “Not me.” Giving him a wink, she sashayed through the press of bodies. Several heads turned to watch her. They looked. They didn’t touch.
Dashtu sat alone in a booth, odd enough in this place. Especially so considering that he looked like the angel he claimed not to be. Luminous white hair was cut close to his skull, looking as if it’d been hacked on by a dull knife. Those eyes, so pale blue as to nearly be translucent, pulled her in. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen him, only the first chance she’d had to study him. The vest he wore revealed a sculpted, hairless chest. She’d worked for some bruisers. They all paled compared to Dashtu. Beneath the table, she saw only worn blue jeans and boots, no weapons. Foolish, even if he were a half-angel. No one knew when the zombies would strike.
“Your drink, sir.” She purred the words, slipping into the booth across from him. Leaning forward, she drew his gaze down into the cleavage revealed by her vest. She might not have much, but the tight leather certainly made the most of it. “You’re a hard, hard man to find.” She lingered over each hard. Something about him made her wonder just how naughty someone descended from angels could be. It’d been a long while since she’d had a good, hard fuck. Something told her Dashtu could make up for lost time