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Saturday, April 11, 2020

🌟 BOOK BLITZ 🌟 Death's Widow by Lori Aisling {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}




Death's Widow by Lori Aisling

Release Date: April 10th 2020
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

I was bound eternally to my soulmate - the one person who truly completed me. He was taken from me and assumed dead, his massive duties inherited by his only beneficiary. I was bonded to Callon as his forever companion - and soon became his widow.

Something is wrong; I can feel it as I conduct my duties to the souls. The war between Heaven and Hell is escalating and, try as I may, I’m unable to counterbalance the feuding parties. A sinister plan was set into motion by a mutinous allegiance, and I have to stop it.

I have no one I can trust, and time is running out to uncover the Timeless beings involved in this heinous plot. I will save Callon’s legacy and the innocent mortal souls that are being used as currency in this age-old strife. I will do this for my love. They will pay for taking him from me. But for myself - I do it for revenge.

An eternity in the fiery pits of Hell’s prison? Oh, they’ll pray for such a luxury.

My name is Amara.
I am Death.
And this is my story.





{EXCERPT}

“I don’t know who I am fighting! I don’t know why, and I don’t even know where to start!”

“You’re Death, Amara. We should all be walking on our tiptoes around you, not the other way around. You can kill me. Me. Prince of muthafuckin’ Darkness. And here you are, playing games with the archangels, making pals, and getting yourself damn near killed. Do you even know how you were dosed with the toxin? I could find no marks on your body.”

“It was in the coffee Jeremiel gave me,” I murmured. “Not actually Jeremiel, but I thought it was him.”

“What? Let me get this straight. When you were here last time, pining over your bad fortune and the condemned soul in Morocco, thinking perhaps you were duped by Mr. Goody-Two- Shoes, you assumed the best plan of attack was a fucking coffee date?! For fuck’s sake, are you kidding me?” he hollered at me, leaning across the table to hold my eyes with his.

“It wasn’t actually him! It was an imposter who looked exactly like him! How could I have known? Jesus, Luc, you act like this shit is all my fault! What the hell was I supposed to do instead?”

The intensity in his eyes increased and flames danced in their depths. His nostrils flared as he stared at me. “Would you like me to show you?” he asked, his tone much calmer than the vicious vision he presented.

“Yeah! That would be fuckin’ great!”

I felt my body fly across the room and I hit the stone wall, hard, and I slid to the floor. Instantly he was on me, grabbing my throat and pulling me up so I was eye level with him, my feet off the ground. I scrambled, ripping at his hand with my nails, kicking at him with my bare feet. In my emaciated and weakened state, I was no match for the large, muscle-bound man holding me.

To avoid my strikes, he stepped closer and I felt his hips press against mine, pushing me solidly against the wall. “What are you gonna do about it, woman? You gonna make me stop?”

He ground his pelvis against me and I felt tears trying to force their way into my eyes at this betrayal. The look on his face was primal, intimidating, and powerful. I felt something I had not felt since Callon had taken me under his protection and into his heart. I felt fear. Actual, spine-tingling, breath-stealing, terror.

Lucifer’s handsome face was twisted into a mask of evil I couldn’t even recognize. “Make me stop, Amara. Or maybe you like it?” he sneered, running his hand up my ribcage to roughly squeeze my breast. “How about I make Death my bitch? I mean, everyone else has. Would you like that? Come when I call, sit on my cock when I demand it, kneel for me- oh yes, I think I could enjoy this body of yours. Look at those tears. Poor baby. This serves you right for using me and thinking I was a ‘good guy’.”


AUTHOR BIO:


Lori Aisling lives her life wrapped up in the fantasy worlds that dance around in her brain. Blessed with the gift of gab, Lori started her obsession with storytelling by working in the radio industry. Her desire to delve deeper into other worlds has led her down a path overflowing with magic, survival, love, and honor.

Lori lives in Colorado with her lovable brute of a BF on a little farm. When she's not writing, she's probably playing with goats, chasing chickens or sinking her fingers into the dirt of her garden.


{GIVEAWAY!}



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