Wings of the Wicked
Limited Edition Urban Fantasy Collection
Wickedly Dangerous and Sinfully Seductive.
Indulge in 25 breathtaking adventures of dangerous worlds where the lines blur between saints and sinners.
Come meet the creatures that fuel your every lust filled nightmare, where angels are not always encased in a light of righteousness and demons are not always dealing in all manner of debauchery. Where you might just end up rooting for the bad guy…
If you like demonic games, angelic interventions, and thrilling temptations, you’ll love this urban fantasy and paranormal romance collection of twisted proportions in Wings of the Wicked.
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With stories from:
Charlene A. Wilson
Lynda Kaye Frazier
Lexi C. Foss
Colleen S. Myers
Erica Gerald Mason
Zachary Paul Chopchinski
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To an angel, a day is practically nothing. It’s a drop in the ocean. A blink in eternity.
But today isn’t just another day. It’s the day.
Don’t fuck it up. Don’t fuck it up. Don’t fuck it up.
My wings drag behind me as I walk, their feathered tips swishing quietly with each step. Clouds glisten like jewels in the reflected sunlight. The divine complex has the wavy look of a mirage—me included. I halt at the gate and try not to squirm as Pete glares, his wavering eyes moving up and down my whole wavy self. “I can’t believe they’re letting you out again,” he finally says, his thin lips curled in a mocking smirk.
I wring my hands and try not to bounce on my toes. “Everyone gets a second chance, right?”
“Second? Try millionth…” He audibly scoffs as he puts his hand on the gate, taunting me. “Rumor has it you’re the only one that can keep this guy on track. Five angels down, five right back up again. I can’t remember the last time someone was so important…or difficult.”
He still doesn’t open the gate. I can’t even breathe.
“Cassius,” he begins in his official voice. “You are hereby charged as guardian. You will ensure the safety, growth, and happiness of your ward—” Pete scans the scroll that materializes in front of him, eyes searching for the name.
But unlike most seraphim, I already know my ward. “Reese. His name is Reese.”
“Ah,” Pete agrees. “Reese Hensley. From this day forth, you will devote yourself to his life and keeping him on the path. Do you accept?”
I think I’ve been nodding all along. Pete’s giving me a look like he has no idea what’s wrong with me. Uncaring, I blurt out, “YES!”
Pete gives the gate a big push, and for the first time since that fateful day nine years ago, I feel the rush of air on my face. The sky opens up before me. All I have to do is take a step.
I’ve waited and waited and waited, and it’s here. I’m getting out. I’m going back. I’m—falling. Shit.
It takes me entirely too long to remember to spread out my wings, and I can hear Pete’s howling laugh even as I plummet through the sky. And then, like a parachute, my wings spread wide and I slow, sailing through the open air.
The whole world is literally before me. Theoretically, I could go anywhere. I could make it as long as possible without getting captured—some make it several generations before they slip up. But I don’t want to see the whole world. I just want to get back to him.