Broken Angel

December 13, 2016 – Bad Things, Book 4

Broken Angel

What happens when an angel falls? Find out in Book 4 of Cynthia Eden’s “Bad Things” series, BROKEN ANGEL.

Angel Lila is being hunted—she can feel the hunter closing in behind her. Every move she makes, he’s stalking after her. But does the werewolf on her trail want to destroy her—or can he protect her from the growing darkness that she is trying so desperately to fight?

Werewolf Rayce Lovel doesn’t know what to do with an angel—especially one who makes him think too much about paradise. Lila may be heavenly, but every time he’s near her, Rayce wants to sin. Angels aren’t supposed to feel, but Lila was introduced to the world by way of pain. Pain is all she’s known for far too long, and now, Rayce is tempted to introduce gorgeous Lila to pleasure.

But the longer an angel stays out of heaven, the more dangerous she can become. Lila sinks deeper into the darkness with each night that passes, and she finds herself becoming a pawn in an eternal battle…good versus evil. Is Rayce really her protector? Perhaps he is just the hungry wolf who has been sent to ensure that Lila never sets foot back in her paradise.

A fallen angel has a bad side…and that side is about to be set free.




“You’re being…kind.” She tip-toed toward him. Lila stopped when she was less than a foot away. Close enough to touch.

Close enough to take.

“Why are you being kind?” Lila pressed as she nibbled on her lower lip.

She should stop the nibbling. It made him want to bite. “You think just because I’m bad…I can’t be good?”  His hand lifted and his knuckles brushed over the silk of her cheek. “Sweetheart, you’ve got me all wrong. I can be very, very good to you.”

Her lips parted.

Don’t do it. Don’t…

But he’d wanted a taste for so very long.

“Or I could be bad,” he rasped. “It’s all about what you want.”

Then he did it—he put his mouth on hers. Rayce kept the kiss easy at first because he expected her to wrench away from him.

But she didn’t.

Her hands rose to press to his chest and she leaned into his kiss.

What in the ever loving fuck?

Since Rayce wasn’t a fool, he didn’t pull away. He did take that kiss deeper. His hand curled around the nape of her neck as he tilted her head back.  He thrust his tongue past her lips.

Lila gave a quick moan.

And he tasted his angel.  He stroked and he licked and he savored her, and the woman was even better than he’d imagined—and Rayce had one very active imagination.  Her tongue tentatively met his, and he growled his pleasure at the sensual contact.

Then his left hand was sliding down her body. Curling around the edge of her hip and pulling her even closer. His dick shoved against the front of his jeans. She had to feel his arousal pressing against her, but Lila didn’t retreat.

The kiss got rougher. Hotter. He wanted to run his lips and tongue over every single inch of her. He wanted—

She pushed him back.  Her breath heaved out as she stared at him with wide, shocked eyes. But…

There was desire in Lila’s gaze.

“That was a kiss,” she said, voice breathy.

“That was one hell of a kiss,” he corrected her. Rayce wanted the record to be clear.

She licked her lips, as if still tasting him. Every muscle in his body clamped down.  “Lila—”

“That was my first kiss.” Then she smiled at him.  She’d mentioned his dimple before, but when she smiled—she had two perfect, cute dimples. One in each cheek, winking at him. “Thank you for my kiss.”

She was thanking him. He wanted to fucking eat her alive, and she was thanking him.

Then she skirted around him and headed for the bedroom.

It took a few moments for her words to fully register for him.

If that had been her first kiss…

“Lila!” Rayce bellowed her name.

She stopped, her back to him, then, slowly, she turned on her heel so that she faced him.  Her hand had risen and she was touching her lips.

Breathe. Nice and slowly. Don’t sound like a maniac when you ask… “Have you had sex?”

Her cheeks went pink. Pretty, pretty pink.  “Angels don’t…” Lila began, but then her words trailed away.

Angels don’t have sex. Right. They were supposed to be above those basic, primal, savage needs.  “You’ve been on earth for a few months…” And she’d done a good job of hiding from him during that time. It wasn’t easy to hide from a werewolf, but she’d managed.

Did she have help?

She just watched him, her hand still close to her lips. If she hadn’t been kissed, then no, she hadn’t fucked anyone. So the jealous images he’d had in his head for so long should get the hell out of his mind—

“I’ve been running.” Her hand fell to her side. “And I haven’t…I haven’t wanted anyone. Why would I have sex with someone I don’t want?”

Do you want me? Could he make the angel desire him? The same dark and all-consuming way he desired her?

“Angels don’t have sex.” Lila turned away from him.

“But you’re not exactly an angel any longer…are you?”

She hesitated.

Shit, that had been the wrong thing to—

“No, I guess I’m not.” Lila went into the bedroom and shut the door behind her.

“I am such a fucking asshole,” Rayce muttered.