About Angels Come to Visit
Written by Dianne Fox
73 pages / 22000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-071-9, 1-60370-072-2
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
When Keir left the Realm four years ago as a self-proclaimed outcast, he left a lot of people confused, including his mother. When she sends his old friend Christophe to bring him home, Keir is less than thrilled. How does a guy explain that his magic just doesn't work like it's supposed to?
Kier soon finds out that it's not explanations his mom is after. She's the Queen of the Realm, and she has a quest for Kier and Christophe that will test their mettle, and their relationship. Can the incubus and the angel find what they're looking for in the human world? Or will they lose everything they hold dear?
Review
CB Potts, author of the Rockhounds series, writes:
Can you go home again? Keir, an incubus with issues, has no time to ponder that question. When Christophe, a member of the Queen’s guard, comes to the human world to demand his return, he can’t help but comply.
Keir had made himself an outcast, knowing in his heart that he could never give the realm the heir one of his station was expected to produce. However, when his Mother needs a job done in the human world, he responds to the call -- and is more than a little pleased when Christophe, a handsome fire demon he’s known since childhood, is sent to accompany him.
Fans of angst will LOVE this book -- Keir is a whole tangle of screwed up emotion, and Christophe is dramatic enough in his own right. There are definitely sparks between the two, and when Keir is forced to use his seductive talents in pursuit of their quest, those sparks start an unexpected fire.
A quick yet compelling read, Angels Come to Visit gives us a fleeting view of a fascinating world, where we’d surely like to see more, coupled with hot, hot, hot romantic scenes. Sure to leave you smiling.
Sample
The throne room hadn't changed much since he'd left, just enough to be unsettling. The curtains were no longer a heavy brocade, but had been replaced with rich, black velvet. The long dinner tables on the far side of the room, once oak, were now mahogany. The two heavy, ornate thrones on the dais were the same ones he remembered, though; the smaller of the two used to be his own.
He walked over to it, forgetting for a moment that he wasn't alone, and ran his hand along the arm of the chair. The wood was smooth and warm to the touch, just like he remembered.
A shuffling sound from behind him startled Keir out of his memories and he stumbled quickly back from the thrones, pulling his hand away like he'd been burnt. He glanced guiltily at Christophe, then down at the floor, shoving his hands into his pockets so he wouldn't forget again. This place wasn't his anymore. It hadn't been for a long time.
He traced the curves of color through the marble floor for a moment before he realized that something was different about Christophe now. He looked back up slowly. Keir didn't know how Christophe had gotten it off, but the trench coat was hanging folded over his arm. His wings were spread out behind him and it seemed like they could reach both ends of the throne room if he stretched them just a little further.
It must have hurt to keep them folded tight under the coat, because now that they were free, Christophe's back was arched, his eyes were closed, and his expression was pure pleasure. Keir was reaching out before he could stop himself, brushing his fingertips over one of the long flight feathers. The wing snapped away from him almost violently.
"Don't." Christophe's voice was rough. All the pleasure was gone from his expression now, replaced with a guarded sort of anger.