“What happened to her face?” her father bellowed. A second later, a horrified gasp filled her bedroom. What happened to your eyes? Rick! Rick! Hurry!”Ī curse was followed by the pound of hard, fast footsteps.

“Annabelle? Are you all right?” A pause, then a hiss of breath. The whine of hinges, the clack of high heels against the hardwood floor.

In seconds, panic chewed her up and spit her out. A warm liquid now coated her hands.Īnother scream left her, followed by another and another, each like a serrated piece of glass scraping her throat raw. She rubbed at her face, even clawed, hoping to remove whatever was causing the problem, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. The pain spread, riding the too-swift tides in her veins and threatening to burst through her skin. She pried her swollen eyelids apart, but…there was no dawning light. When full awareness finally struck, her entire body tensed and bowed, a scream ripping free of her throat. She became aware of the sensation gradually, her mind still fogged from sleep. Zacharel is her only hope for survival, but is the brutal angel with a touch as hot as hell her salvation.THE MORNING OF HER eighteenth birthday, Annabelle Miller woke from the most amazing dream feeling as if her eyes had been ripped out, dipped in acid and shoved back into their sockets. Demons track her every move, and their king will stop at nothing to have her. Accused of a crime she did not commit, Annabelle Miller has spent four years in an institution for the criminally insane. But this warrior with a heart of ice will not be deterred from his missions at any cost.until a vulnerable human tempts him with a carnal pleasure he's never known before. Leader of the most powerful army in the heavens, Zacharel has been deemed nearly too dangerous, too ruthless.and if he isn't careful, he'll lose his wings. Demons track her every move, and their king will stop at nothing to have.

Wicked Nights by Gena Showalter