When your name is Valentine, February’s pretty much gonna suck.
Valentine Smith H-A-T-E-S the month of February. The constant jokes about her name and comparisons to the chubby guy with arrows are enough to make her want to run and hide for the entire month.
But, this Valentine’s Day, the ultimate joke is about to be played on poor Valentine. She’s supposed to choke on a chocolate heart and die. You’d think that would be bad enough. But when she misses her chance to die, she finds herself running from an overly ambitious angel and a sexier-than-hell devil named Abbadon. In the race between good and evil it’s no contest. Hell has sexy green eyes, lots of yummy muscles, and a truly decadent pair of lips to ease her pain!
Don didn’t know how many hours had passed. He didn’t even know what had awakened him. But the window across the room pulsed with a bright light that could be only one thing. He shook Valentine’s shoulder. “Wake up, Val. We need to go.”
She groaned, swiping at his hand as she tried to turn over and go back to sleep. Don shook her again. “He’s here, my heart. The winged one.”
Her eyes popped open and she leapt out of bed, her head swiveling to look for the intruder. “Where? Where is he?”
Don took a precious second to enjoy the delicious sight of her heaving bosoms before he threw her one of his shirts and dragged on a pair of pants. “He’s outside. I used my special locks on the doors, but he’ll be in here soon enough.”
Val shoved a glossy nest of hair off her face and yawned. “Where are we going?”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her across the large space. “Emergency escape portal.” Don opened a door at the back of the house, and they walked out into a starry, cool evening. The air pulsed with the angel’s power, making the small hairs on the back of Don’s neck rise. He quickly led her toward a rusty, dented car sitting amongst the scrub behind the house and pulled open the door. It creaked loudly and Don swore. He’d been meaning to fix that.
“Your emergency exit is an old car with no tires?”
Don tugged her closer. “It doesn’t need tires. Get in.”
She resisted. “Why do I get the feeling you aren’t coming with me?”
The dirt behind them exploded upward as something massive landed a few yards away. Bright light burned their eyes and dust swirled. Valentine stood staring at the horrifying vision before them; she made a little sound of fear in her throat as the massive creature straightened from a crouch, focusing eyes that glowed a harsh yellow in the dim light. Abraxos was no longer bothering with his humanoid appearance; he was in full-out, celestial-being mode, his golden form glowing, robes roiling around his ankles in a self-induced wind, and massive wings throbbing above and behind. In one hand he carried a deadly looking sword, in the other, a rolled-up scroll.
“Shit! Is that an angel?”
“When you get back, run. Hide. Don’t waste any time. Just disappear.” Don pushed Valentine into the car and closed the door. “I’ll catch up with you as soon as I take care of this glowing turd.”
She placed both hands on the window, her sexy gaze wide with fear. “Wait, Don, he looks danger –” The car started to tremble and, in a flash of light, Valentine disappeared.
And a few hundred pounds of celestial grunt slammed into him.