Finding Angel
release date: January 30th, 2018
Genre:
Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Blurb:
It’s time to participate in a dangerous dance of
murder, trust, love, and intrigue.
Trouble isn’t Angel’s middle name, so why does
it follow her wherever she goes? Her life should be less complicated after the
death of her ex, but his actions continue to haunt her. While trying to gain
some distance from a crime boss who has a contract out on her, and a cop who
believes she’s the key to taking said bad guy down, Angel runs straight into
the arms of two dominant brothers with an unexpected interest in making her
theirs.
Faced with a
difficult choice, Angel must decide who she can trust. Two kinky brothers that she
just met? A cop she has more in common with than she realizes? Or a crime boss
adept at murder? Trusting
them all may end up saving her life.
Finding Angel is
more than a love story between one woman and two men, it’s a romantic suspense
with a whole lot of trouble.
This book contains erotic sex scenes, BDSM elements, a Ménage
a Trois romantic pairing (M/F/M) and non-graphic descriptions of past sexual
and physical abuse suffered by the female protagonist. Note: There is no sexual relationship between
siblings.
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Excerpt
Angel
felt dirty, which probably had less to do with cleaning and more to do with the
fact she’d just finished texting a crime lord. Adrian always had that effect on
her. He may have been a good-looking, well-dressed, and very suave man, but the
way he looked at her—like a predatory animal eyeing its prey—always made her
nervous.
As she
stood in the shower letting the warm water run over her body, Angel imagined
the last five years of fear and turmoil washing away. She hadn’t sought out
anything that she encountered in her life leading to this point. However,
thinking back, she knew she had made some very bad choices. That had to change.
If the last five years had taught Angel one thing, it was this. She was worth
more than she had encountered in her life thus far. She was a good woman,
caring and kind, and someone of that nature deserved better.
Angel
remembered the day she’d arrived home to find Samuel gone. She shivered as she
recalled the sight that met her when she entered the house. It was a mess.
Everything thrown on the floor, cupboards open, books and CDs strewn across the
living area, the stereo speakers kicked in and pillows from the sofa ripped
open. Samuel’s computer was still on his desk, the side ripped open and a
gaping hole where the hard drive used to be. If her life had been anything like
normal, then she’d have been on the phone to the police within minutes. But,
there was nothing normal about her life. And in this house, police were the
enemy.
Angel
recollected walking into the kitchen to place the bags of groceries on the
counter as a knock sounded on the door. One of Samuel’s associates greeted her,
only to become annoyed when he discovered Sam wasn’t home. Angel sent him away,
telling him to ring Samuel if he needed to see him. After he’d left, Angel
heard the faint ring of Samuel’s phone. She knew he wouldn’t have left it
behind. It was like a third arm for him, he was never without it. She’d walked
toward the back of the house, reaching for the back door just as the phone
stopped ringing.
It was
then she noticed the garage door was ajar. They only used the garage for
storage. It was a single old building away from the house, built during a time
when cars were smaller and detached garages popular because people didn’t mind
walking to get what they needed. Angel recalled the crunch of the gravel drive
under her feet and the creak of the rickety wooden door.
The air
was cool around her as she stared at Samuel’s Harley Davidson belt buckle. She
lowered her eyes, scanning down his legs to his feet. He wasn’t wearing shoes.
His feet looked pale, she’d thought, as her eyes scanned back up his body to
his chest. His shoulders relaxed, his hands by his sides. She smiled at him
when her eyes reached his face, his head slanted to the side, the securely tied
noose around his neck attached firmly to the middle rafter of the roof.
Angel
drifted back to the present. As the water from the shower tumbled over her
body, she smiled. She couldn’t have dreamed of a better end for that shit of a
man.
About the Author
For those who enjoy labels and tags, as well as
being an author, Jan is a submissive, an aunt, dyslexic, a lover of all things
tempting and naughty (including chocolate), a participant in the BDSM
community, a widow, an orphan, and sometimes, a wild child.
In short, she is generally a bit of an eccentric
who lives her life slightly left of center. You can find out more about Jan and
her work by stalking her on the various social media sites where she
occasionally hangs out.
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