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Angels Blood

by Nalini Singh

Author: Nalini Singh

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Language: English

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Vampire hunter Elena Deveraux is hired by the dangerously beautiful Archangel Raphael. But this time, it's not a wayward vamp she has to track. It's an archangel gone bad. The job will put Elena in the midst of a killing spree like no other—and pull her to the razor's edge of passion. Even if the hunt doesn't destroy her, succumbing to Raphael's seductive touch just may. For when archangels play, mortals break.

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...ise I would’ve enjoyed teaching you your place.” “I’m not the one he’s courting with gifts of human hearts.” That wiped the smile off Michaela’s face. She straightened, her skin beginning to glow. “I look forward to eating your heart when it’s delivered.” “Enough.” Raphael was suddenly in front of Elena, blocking her from Michaela’s rage. She wasn’t stupid enough to repudiate the gesture. She stayed behind him quite happily, using the time to rearrange her weapons to maximum advantage. Including the small gun she’d found hidden under her pillow. It was identical to the one Vivek had given her. Sara was the real angel, she thought as she moved that gun from an ankle holster to one of the side pockets of her cargos, from where she could fire without ...

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We have eternity to discover the truth. And in that eternity, you will be mine.


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Guess a thousand years plus teaches a lot about charm


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I thought that once upon a time, and I m as happy as a clam. What do clams have to do with anything? Elena muttered. Beats me.


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This was the kind of job that made legends out of hunters. Of course, to be a legend, you generally had to be dead.


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Elena sat in Central Park, staring at the ducks swimming around in a pond. She d come here to try to get her head on straight but it didn t seem to be working. All she could think about was whether ducks had dreams. She figured not. What would a duck dream about? Fresh bread, a nice flight to wherever the hell it was ducks went.

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