Fallen Angels, Possession
A Novel of the Fallen Angels
(Sprache: Englisch)
#1 New York Times bestselling author J. R. Ward explores what really happens when good and evil toy with humanity in her new novel of the Fallen Angels....
When Cait Douglass resolves to get over her broken heart and lose her inhibitions, she s...
When Cait Douglass resolves to get over her broken heart and lose her inhibitions, she s...
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#1 New York Times bestselling author J. R. Ward explores what really happens when good and evil toy with humanity in her new novel of the Fallen Angels.... When Cait Douglass resolves to get over her broken heart and lose her inhibitions, she s unprepared for the two sensual men who cross her path. Torn between them, she doesn t know which to choose or what kind of dire consequences could follow.
Jim Heron, fallen angel and reluctant savior, is ahead in the war, but he puts everything at risk when he seeks to make a deal with the devil literally. As yet another soul is unwittingly caught in the battle between him and the demon Devina, his fixation on an innocent trapped in Hell threatens to sidetrack him from his sacred duty....
Can good still prevail if true love makes a savior weak? And will a woman s future be the key, or the curse, for all of humanity? Only time, and hearts, will tell.
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By J. R. Ward
New American Library
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Okay . . . where am I? Where am I . . . where
Cait Douglass leaned into the steering wheel of her little Lexus SUV, like that was going to increase the odds of her finding the hair salon.
Tennis-matching it between the road ahead and the lineup of ritzy shops to the left, she shook her head. The real question is, what the hell am I doing . . . ?
As she trolled down an Epcot Center of luxury boutiques, she was out of her element. French bedding. Italian shoes. English stationery. Clearly this part of Caldwell, New York, was not only worldly, but capable of supporting these triple-H places: high-end, highbrow, high-cost.
Huh.
Might be worth a good gander sometime, just to know how the other half lived not going to happen now, though. She was late, and more to the point, it was seven thirty at night, so everything was closed. Made sense. The rich were probably sitting down in their crystal-strewn dining rooms, doing whatever Bruce Wayne did when he was out of his Batman costume.
Plus the environs made her nervous. Yup, lesson learned: Next time she decided to get her hair done, she was not asking her cousin, the one who was married to a plastic surgeon, for a reference
Cait hit the brakes. Gotcha!
Yanking an illegal U-turn, she parallel-parked at a meter that didn t require plugging, and got out.
Brrr. With a shiver, she pulled her lapels in tight. Late April in upstate meant that it could still get cold enough to count as February in more reasonable places, and as usual, the winter was hanging in strong like a houseguest with nowhere else to go.
I ve got to move somewhere.
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Georgia . . . Florida. Maybe relocating could be the crowning glory of her year of reclamation. Tahiti.
The hair salon was the lone still-open standout on the block, its interior lit up bright as daylight and yet there didn t appear to be anyone inside. Stepping through the glass door, the air was all sweet perfume with an undertow of chemicals, and the discordant, wavy music was way too sophisticated for her.
Whoa, fancy. Everything was black and white marble, the dozen or so stations spick-and-span, the row of sinks with their Liberace leather reclining chairs like some kind of napping center for grown-ups. On the walls there were framed, larger-than-life head shots of models rocking Zoolander s Blue Steel, and the floor was shiny as a plate.
As she walked up to the reception desk, her sensible shoes made a squeaking sound like all that Carrara didn t approve of them.
Hello?
Rubbing her nose as it kept tickling, she thought, for the love of God, the thing needed to sneeze or get over itself.
Lot of mirrors which made her truly uncomfortable. She d never been much for looking at herself not because she was ugly, but because where she came from, that kind of thing was frowned upon.
Thank God her parents lived out West when they weren t traveling. No reason they d ever know she d set foot in a place like this.
Hello? She went deeper into the interior, checking out the island in the middle that was obviously where they mixed the colors. So many tubes of various hues of blond, brunette, red . . . and some of a more Crayola spectrum. Blue hair? Pink?
Maybe she should blow this off . . .
The man who came out of the back was thin as a shadow, those shrink-wrapped black jeans clearly helping his toothpick legs keep him upright.
Are you zee Cait Douglass?&
The hair salon was the lone still-open standout on the block, its interior lit up bright as daylight and yet there didn t appear to be anyone inside. Stepping through the glass door, the air was all sweet perfume with an undertow of chemicals, and the discordant, wavy music was way too sophisticated for her.
Whoa, fancy. Everything was black and white marble, the dozen or so stations spick-and-span, the row of sinks with their Liberace leather reclining chairs like some kind of napping center for grown-ups. On the walls there were framed, larger-than-life head shots of models rocking Zoolander s Blue Steel, and the floor was shiny as a plate.
As she walked up to the reception desk, her sensible shoes made a squeaking sound like all that Carrara didn t approve of them.
Hello?
Rubbing her nose as it kept tickling, she thought, for the love of God, the thing needed to sneeze or get over itself.
Lot of mirrors which made her truly uncomfortable. She d never been much for looking at herself not because she was ugly, but because where she came from, that kind of thing was frowned upon.
Thank God her parents lived out West when they weren t traveling. No reason they d ever know she d set foot in a place like this.
Hello? She went deeper into the interior, checking out the island in the middle that was obviously where they mixed the colors. So many tubes of various hues of blond, brunette, red . . . and some of a more Crayola spectrum. Blue hair? Pink?
Maybe she should blow this off . . .
The man who came out of the back was thin as a shadow, those shrink-wrapped black jeans clearly helping his toothpick legs keep him upright.
Are you zee Cait Douglass?&
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Autoren-Porträt von J. R. Ward
J. R. Ward is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of numerous novels, including the Black Dagger Brotherhood series and the Fallen Angel series. She lives in the South with her family.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: J. R. Ward
- 2014, 576 Seiten, Maße: 10,8 x 17,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 0451465229
- ISBN-13: 9780451465221
- Erscheinungsdatum: 25.04.2014
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
PRAISE FOR THE NOVELS OF THE FALLEN ANGELS Fans of the Black Dagger Brotherhood clear a shelf: Your next series addiction has just begun. Publishers Weekly
I absolutely loved this book! Darhk Portal
It makes me happy to see that Ward still has it in her to shock the you know what out of me. Fiction Vixen
It grabbed me from the very beginning. Smexy Books
Wow. Just, wow. [It] left me almost speechless. All About Romance
You don t want to miss out on this one. Smokin Hot Books
Proves that J. R. Ward s talents don t stop at vampires. LoveVampires
PRAISE FOR THE NOVELS OF THE BLACK DAGGER BROTHERHOOD
J.R. Ward s unique band of brothers is to die for. I love this series! New York Times bestselling author bestseller Suzanne Brockmann
Utterly absorbing and deliciously erotic....The Brotherhood is the hottest collection of studs in romance. I can t wait for the next one! New York Times bestselling author Angela Knight
J. R. Ward has proved that a strong plot, lots of evil villains, and super-sexy special ops vampires are exactly what readers are looking for.... USA Today
J. R. Ward has created a world that I love along with characters I can t get enough of. Night Owl Reviews
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