Title: Tempted
Publisher: Loose
Id
Genre:
contemporary, paranormal romance
Buy Links:
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Brandi-Evans/e/B004D05W56/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1502639069&sr=8-1
Blurb:
The only
thing standing between this fallen angel and redemption? The woman he loves.
Eons ago, Seth fell for another angel--literally--and was cast down from the Heavens. Seeking redemption, he works for the Angels of Death, taking the lives of those destined to die, his only desire to return home. But everything changes when a beautiful brunette explodes into his life and plunges his ordered world into chaos, tempting him with something he hasn’t experienced in millennia. Love.
A busted radiator strands Lyndi Garrison on a deserted stretch of coastal Maine and shoves her directly into the path of a sexual predator. She fends off her attacker until an NFL-sized stranger appears from the darkness to help. She’s instantly enamored of her quiet hero, and before the evening ends, they share a devastating kiss and a knock-out round of sex unlike anything she’s ever known. Though she can’t help but wonder…
Has she finally received a second chance at happiness? Or is Fate being a bitch again?
Eons ago, Seth fell for another angel--literally--and was cast down from the Heavens. Seeking redemption, he works for the Angels of Death, taking the lives of those destined to die, his only desire to return home. But everything changes when a beautiful brunette explodes into his life and plunges his ordered world into chaos, tempting him with something he hasn’t experienced in millennia. Love.
A busted radiator strands Lyndi Garrison on a deserted stretch of coastal Maine and shoves her directly into the path of a sexual predator. She fends off her attacker until an NFL-sized stranger appears from the darkness to help. She’s instantly enamored of her quiet hero, and before the evening ends, they share a devastating kiss and a knock-out round of sex unlike anything she’s ever known. Though she can’t help but wonder…
Has she finally received a second chance at happiness? Or is Fate being a bitch again?
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Interview with a Fallen Angel
Joining us on Character
Chat today is Seth, fallen angel and hero from my Loose Id release, Tempted.
I'm so honored Seth trusted me to tell the story of how he met sexy, sassy
Lyndi Garrison. Their story took my breath away, and I hope it does yours too!
So without further ado...
Brandi:
Welcome Seth! Thank you so much for dropping
by. I had such a fun time telling yours and Lyndi's story. You two made quite
the pair!
Seth:
Thank you, Brandi. I'm
glad to be here. I had a great time working with you while you wrote Tempted.
That's such an appropriate title, too. Lyndi was certainly one huge, sexy
temptation the night we met.
Brandi:
Tell me about it! She is definitely, how shall
I say it...headstrong. What do you remember most about the night you met her?
Seth:
That would have to be the
incident in the shed.
Brandi:
Oh yeah! There's nothing like a sexy rendezvous
in a dark shed to get the libido pumping!
Seth:
No comment.
Brandi:
Moving things to a more serious note...would
you tell our readers what you were doing the night you met Lyndi?
Seth:
I was on a job for my
bosses, the three Angels of Death. As a Death Worker, it was my duty to make
sure deaths occurred according to my bosses' visions and then to transport the
newly released souls to the waiting area.
That night started no
differently than the countless others--at least until Lyndi exploded onto the
scene with her temper and potty mouth cranked to max. She drew me in without
even realizing it, and I--
Brandi:
Whoa, whoa, whoa. We don't want to give away
too much, Seth.
Seth:
Sorry.
Brandi:
Well, Seth, I don't want to keep you much
longer. I know you're busy, but before you go, can you sum up why readers will
like hearing yours and Lyndi's story, especially when there are so many great
books out there?
Seth:
Easy...Lyndi. She is the
most incredible woman I've ever known. She's passionate. She's funny. She's
sexy as hell. Who couldn't fall in love with someone so vivacious and full of
life?
She has dark scars in her
past, but she never let tragedy rule her. Was it any wonder I was so...Tempted?
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Reviews:
"If you're looking for a read with evolved characters,
depth, and let's face it, seriously hot sex, this is the book for you." ~Denise, Happily Ever After Reviews
"In her latest book Tempted, Brandi Evans takes the
age-old battle between the pleasure of the flesh and the soul to erotic
heights.." ~ Tammy Elizabeth
Southin, The Pen & Muse Reviews
"The heat was divine and more than hot enough for avid
eros readers…" ~Megan, Night Owl
Reviews
"This story definitely held my interest, with several
unexpected turns, including a life-or-death conflict. I really enjoyed reading
Tempted, and can easily recommend this to all true romantics looking for
happily ever after." ~Mary, Bitten
by Books
"Hot, passionate, all consuming heat radiates from Tempted...I
enjoyed this quick, fast paced read." ~Brynna,
You Gotta Read Reviews
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Author Bio
Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies.
She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in
legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than
the truth!
In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary
family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary
happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got
married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she
liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.
Visit Brandi Online
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Excerpt
Seth didn’t know which was worse. Spending eternity in hell
or working his way out of damnation by becoming a murderer.
Okay, in his defense, he technically wasn’t a murderer, at
least not in the terms mortals used. He had, however, been responsible for the
termination of more lives than he could count—all in the name of finding
redemption. And no, the irony wasn’t lost on him, but at the moment, he didn’t
have time to contemplate his penance.
He was on the clock.
Franklin Michaels jogged around the bend. Each footfall
brought him closer and closer to Seth.
To death.
With the dropping temperatures, the coastal park in Redemption
Harbor, Maine, was all but deserted. Seth was grateful for the privacy. Not
because he feared his target might see him—the job was easier if Seth didn’t
think of his victims by name—but because this termination necessitated
solitude. The target had to die alone. No exceptions.
Why? Because his bosses, the Angels of Death, deemed it so.
Seth’s job wasn’t to question but to do. To fulfill his
obligations without emotion and with as little deviation from the plan’s
parameters as possible. Simple.
Ha! There was nothing fucking simple about carrying out a
person’s death, even a scumbag like this one.
For reasons Seth didn’t understand, this asshole hadn’t been
slated for termination two years ago when he’d had his first heart attack, with
the coronary Seth would cause tonight being the second. No, fate had allowed
him an additional two years of blessed breath. Time to see his daughter get
married, to see his son welcome his own child into the world—to rape four more
women.
He’d beaten one woman with such animalistic rage she’d later succumbed to her injuries. Another
had died by her own hand when she could no longer withstand the black void he’d
punched into her soul.
Seth hovered toward the target. A lone spiritual “touch” was
all it would take to send this bastard into a lethal episode of cardiac arrest
and straight to hell where he belonged. Seth reached out and—
“Son of a bitch! I’m gonna set a blowtorch to your ass and
turn you into a damn sculpture!”
Seth pulled back. Curiosity forced him to turn toward the
very angry, very sultry female voice—a strikingly odd combination.
Just off the main road near the park entrance, a woman stood
with her back to him, kicking the shit out of the tire of a tiny little hybrid
car, white smoke billowing from its engine. Under the soft glow of the
streetlight above her, she ran her fingers through long chestnut hair with a
hint of auburn undertones, as if she’d spent much of the summer camped out on
one of the nearby beaches. No pants protruded from the hem of her dark, calf-length
jacket. The skin of those toned legs set off a creamy contrast to her coat—so
okay, maybe no long hours spent on the beach.
His mind went wild. What did she wear beneath the jacket? A
skirt or dress? What did it look like? Would the material cling to her body
like a second skin? Or would it fit loose while still managing to show off her
every curve?
Or maybe she wore nothing at all?
Concentrate, he scolded. You’re here on a job.
He turned to his mark, but he was gone.
Damn it. Seth opened his mind, searching out and instantly
finding the target. Up the walk, he’d folded himself into the shadows, his dark
arousal filling Seth’s being like onions wrapped in ripe gym socks.
Beautiful-Potty-Mouth was exactly this animal’s type. A pretty little brunette
who was all alone. The Guardian in Seth would be damned if he’d let the fiend
hurt her. Not on his watch.
Yet even as the noble notion entered his mind, so did the
warning against intervention. Death Code and Angelic Code both forbade
intervention in the affairs of mortals, except by Divine Order. Seth had one
purpose here tonight. To make sure his target died in the manner his bosses
foresaw. No more. No less. To disregard the Code was to risk all hope of ever
returning home.
To assure his banishment would indeed be for eternity.
Still, he moved toward his target. It didn’t take a genius
to figure out what the other man was doing. Stalking. Dark anger welled up
inside Seth’s chest. How was he supposed to sit back while this creep raped and
maybe killed an innocent? If Seth killed the target now, before he made his
move—
Beautiful-Potty-Mouth turned from the car. Toward Seth. And
something happened, something he hadn’t experienced since he’d lost his wings.
His soul stirred.
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