Paranormal Romance | Black Fantasy
Fire, Fury, Faith by African American author N.D. Jones, a Black fantasy romance about angels, destiny, and the dangerous cost of desire.
- Publication Date: April 24, 2020 (2nd ed)
- Genre: Paranormal Romance
- Series: Winged Warriors
- ASIN: B08417CWQD
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"I found this book to be a steamy and intense story about angels going through the end of time." Amazon Audible Review
Issa, tribal chieftain and warrior, dies trying to protect his family and tribesmen from slave traders but is given a second chance at life as an angel. Having lost his home, daughters, and life by forces beyond his control, Issa, a Guardian Angel for four centuries, has yet to come to terms with this "failure." So when a rogue demon attacks and almost kills his wife, Serwa, Issa goes on the hunt.
Serwa knows the pain of loss, the burn of fire, the heat of love. She is a Healer Angel, bound to help, to heal, to protect. And the person she wants most to heal is Issa, her husband, her soul mate, her warrior. But what is a woman to do when a husband's guilt and fury challenge the very foundation of their marriage?
Warning: Mature Sexual Content and Language
Excerpt
Then a surge of feminine awareness sizzled her senses. Hot embers of recognition melted her icy edges into warm puddles of relief and sweaty skin of arousal. Serwa’s newfound hope pulled itself up her shivering thighs, settled in her lower belly, and then burst through her suddenly moist sex.
That smell. Myrrh. Musk. Him.
That touch. Trained. Tender. Him.
That taste. Sweaty. Sensual. Him.
His deep, low voice drifted in her ear, warm honey to her senses. “Everyone is drunk on the winter solstice. They’ll be celebrating until the sun finally rises after a long day of rejuvenating slumber.”
He released her, and she turned to face her captor. Issa, the eldest son of the village chieftain across the river, was indeed her captor. He had captured her heart six months ago and claimed it as his own, locking it away forever. It was Serwa’s greatest surrender, Issa’s noblest victory.
That sight. Dignified. Dangerous. Hers.
“I couldn’t wait any longer.” Issa pulled Serwa close against his bare, muscular chest. Eyes the shade of midnight looked down at her, his oval face stern, hiding the boyish smile behind his single-minded resolve. “Our fathers must be made to understand, Serwa. This tribal war must end. I refuse to allow us to become the next casualties.”
She wanted to tell him to breathe, to take three calming breaths to relax his mind, heart, and soul. They were finally together.
A small win, true, and far from their ultimate goal. But, as a tribal healer, Serwa understood the importance of even the smallest sign of growth.
Issa’s strong, thick fingers traced along Serwa’s exposed waist, causing waves of fluttering desire to surge through her. It was she who now needed to take three calming breaths.