Monday, June 29, 2015

Reaping Angels: Teaser #2

So, Beneath the Cape: The Superhero Anthology comes out later this week, and I thought I’d share a final teaser with you all! Without further ado, here it is!

Reaping Angels, Teaser #2

The Executioner was a good kisser. Really good. So good that, in a moment of weakness, I might have kissed him back.
His tongue caressed mine, and I made a small, satisfied sound. Damn me and my traitorous mouth; I was being seduced by a very handsome, very dangerous man.
His hand brushed down my body, and the spell was broken.
The Executioner tried to roast me alive, and now I was making out with him.
Hell no.
Only, he still held my hands in place. I wasn’t getting away from him unless I got creative.
I smothered my rising anger; that wouldn’t do me any good at the moment. No, this called for trickery.
Pinching my eyes shut, I pressed myself against him. Just as I suspected, the Executioner’s strength was also his weakness. He wanted to touch everything.
He let my wrists go to run his hands over my torso. The moment he did so, I fisted my hand and swung. The right hook landed exactly where I wanted it to—his temple.
The Executioner swayed, and I pushed him off me so I could scramble away.
Not fast enough.
His hand shot out and latched onto my ankle. I pulled my other leg back and kicked him in the crotch. “That’s what I think about your offer, asshole.”
The Executioner let me go to clutch himself. He groaned. “You … play … dirty.”
“Oh, like you’re one to talk.” I picked up my phone where it had fallen. The captain would know what to do.

*

“Get the hell out of there.”
“Wait, seriously?” My captain wanted me to … run? From danger?
“Do you really want to take on the Executioner? Tonight?”
I turned further away from my villain-turned-victim. “I just did.”
“The man is wanted in twenty-seven different countries. Nations that can’t even agree on basic human rights agree that the Executioner needs to be stopped. You’re great at what you do, Angel, but I’m afraid that someone with your abilities won’t be able to take him down by yourself.”
I clenched the phone in my hands. Someone with my abilities. As if I couldn’t also kick ass and take names. As if being a healer and being a weakling were synonymous.
“You know what?” I said, turning to face the Executioner, “I will bring him—aw damn.”

The Executioner was gone.

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If you enjoyed that, make sure to check out Beneath the Cape: The Superhero Anthology on Amazon!

Happy reading!
Laura