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Hell On Heels Tour and Giveaway!

Heart of a Hunter
Hell On Heels Book 1
by Tamela Miles
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

 

Life has never been kind to teen, Elle Connor. With a troubled home life, the gritty, violent streets of Los Angeles have become her home. She never questions her superhuman abilities until she encounters, in a fight or die situation, a guardian angel Tagas, who reveals her holy origins as one in a long history of demon hunters. She also has her eye on her attractive classmate, Brandon.

Problems arise when Elle finally realizes that life as a hunter is fraught with tragedies and is deeply lonely. Elle is presented with a choice – follow her calling from God as a hunter or live a “normal” life with love. Can Elle tip the scales in favor of what’s good or will she become just another casualty in the eternal war between good and evil?

Elle’s eyes teared up again, hitching little sobs coming from her throat. Tagas suddenly pulled her into a fierce embrace. “I…don’t know what’s happening here, and I’m scared.” She let him hold her tightly as she cried, taking comfort. “What mistake could I have made for Hell to come after me?”

Tagas stepped back, giving her a serious look. “You took your first breath. From the moment you were born, angels like me have been fighting agents of Hell to keep you alive. You’re here to serve an important purpose for Heaven. I’m here to ensure that you become exactly what you were made to be.”

Elle took a deep breath as she stood on unsteady feet for a moment, taking in all that he said.

“You’re…an angel, Tagas? I believe good people go to Heaven when they die and angels help them. I believe in guardian angels, but I never thought I would see one. Not only am I seeing you, but you saved my life. Um, thanks for looking out for me.”

Tagas nodded. “I would be a lousy guardian angel if I didn’t. Come on—we have much to discuss, and the park isn’t far from here. We’ll talk there.” Tagas led the way, and Elle wordlessly followed, her mind still spinning with a thousand questions and a lot of wonder.

Dark Deliverance
Hell On Heels Book 2

 

Elle Connor’s life is as grim as she had always feared. Years of demon slaying have left her with nothing to show for her trouble. She’s convinced a “normal” life was never meant for her.

Patrick Holt wants nothing more than to be away from the holy wars and has lived quietly for years as an average human. The trouble is that he’s anything but average–he’s a fallen hybrid angel.

When Tagas the guardian angel pairs them up to investigate the brutal slayings of young women in Los Angeles, Elle wants nothing to do with Patrick. As Elle and Patrick begin to understand each other, irritation is forgotten and fiery passion ignites between them. “No ties” is how they both live, but Elle soon begins to long for much more. As they become sucked deeper into the mysterious killings, Elle fears that, in this battle, Hell will win.

Elle and Patrick sat side by side in the back seat of her SUV, parked in the same Pasadena area where the latest body had been found. They were at the base of the foothills, not far from the twin trails that led into woods. The moon and a few visible stars shone bright outside, but the dark tint on her windows only allowed a fraction of the light in, making the night seem even more ominous.

She looked at the cell phone in his hands and heaved a deep sigh. “You hold grudges, don’t you?

You’re still pissed about what I said earlier.”

Patrick’s eyes never left his phone. “I don’t hold grudges. Besides, there’s truth in what you said. I have zero desire to be a part of the avenging flock of other hybrids still fighting God’s holy wars.”

“If you agree with me, why have you been lost in the game on your phone since we’ve been here? You’re supposed to be on the lookout with me.”

“I have been on the lookout, and I’m seeing exactly what you see—a big load of nothing.” He kept tapping on his phone. “This, my dear Elle, is a dead end lead, for the moment, anyway. We’ve searched the area and waited here for two hours with no luck, which is not surprising to me. I’ve known Pyro a lot longer than you, and he’ll bring the fight to us when he’s done playing

the game.”

She covered his phone with one hand, forcing him to look up. Her full lips curved in a gentle smile. “I see what Tagas meant by your superior wisdom and experience. I didn’t mean to come across like a badass demon hunter who knows it all. You hunted demons long before I was even born.”

“So, now I’m old? Thanks.” He clicked off the phone and set it beside him on the seat.

Elle gave a chuckle. “Let’s just agree that you have a glorious past when it comes to slaying demons that has given you certain…um, insights into it that I don’t have.”

Elle watched his expression change, his eyes focusing intently on her as he smiled. Her heart began to beat a little faster. She wasn’t prepared to deal with this other, blatantly sensual part of Patrick in such close confines and moved to make more space between them.

He moved with her until their shoulders touched.

“I have insights into many other things. Would you like to hear them, Elle?”

The heat of his glance and the softness of his tone made her hyperaware, her skin tingling. She cleared her throat nervously. “Sure, go ahead.”

Patrick’s gaze settled on her parted lips. “Most demon hunters I’ve known take sex where they can find it and never bother with love. They don’t want the responsibility that comes with loving someone else totally. I have lived like that for years, sex with no ties. You’re different from them, you have a softness.”

Hell Hath No Fury
Hell On Heels Book 3

 

Elle and Patrick have settled into a life of peaceful domesticity with their infant daughter after years of battling in the holy wars. However, Hell’s agents haven’t forgotten about them. When Pyro unleashes his torment in the worst way, Elle and Patrick must find a way to save their child and hold onto each other in the face of incredible evil. Will Hell have the last word in a battle that forces Elle to return to the darkness inside herself?

Elle was too numb to cry as she lifted her baby girl’s sleeping blanket to her face, deeply inhaling the sweet scent of baby powder. Her voice hitched brokenly.

“My little Mads is gone.” She was lost in grief, her back to Patrick standing behind her. “We’re horrible parents. Any decent set of parents would have sought some kind of angelic protection from this very thing until she was grown.”

He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she quickly shrugged it off, whipping around to face him. “I trusted you. I believed you when you said we were safe from Pyro and Cascadia. You were wrong—they didn’t forget about us at all. They were just waiting for us to make the mistake of thinking that.” She landed a hard blow to his chest. “You were wrong!”

Her fear and anger exploded, and she struck his chest with a clenched fist again and again, until he wrapped his arms around her tightly, resting his chin on her head. She couldn’t concentrate on the soft words he whispered, trying to pull away. He held her tighter, and the dam broke, sobs coming forth from deep inside of her. She stopped fighting him, leaning into his embrace.

Patrick finally spoke, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Tagas will know what to do. I’ll get him over here.”

Elle was too numb to cry as she lifted her baby girl’s sleeping blanket to her face, deeply inhaling the sweet scent of baby powder. Her voice hitched brokenly.

“My little Mads is gone.” She was lost in grief, her back to Patrick standing behind her. “We’re horrible parents. Any decent set of parents would have sought some kind of angelic protection from this very thing until she was grown.”

He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she quickly shrugged it off, whipping around to face him. “I trusted you. I believed you when you said we were safe from Pyro and Cascadia. You were wrong—they didn’t forget about us at all. They were just waiting for us to make the mistake of thinking that.” She landed a hard blow to his chest. “You were wrong!”

Her fear and anger exploded, and she struck his chest with a clenched fist again and again, until he wrapped his arms around her tightly, resting his chin on her head. She couldn’t concentrate on the soft words he whispered, trying to pull away. He held her tighter, and the dam broke, sobs coming forth from deep inside of her. She stopped fighting him, leaning into his embrace.

Patrick finally spoke, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Tagas will know what to do. I’ll get him over here.”

Tamela Miles is a California State University San Bernardino graduate student with a Bachelor of Science degree in Child Development and a former flight attendant. She grew up in Altadena, California in that tumultuous time known as the 1980s. She now resides with her family in the Inland Empire, CA. She’s a horror/paranormal romance writer mainly because it feels so good having her characters do bad things and, later, pondering what makes them so bad and why they can never seem to change their wicked ways.

She enjoys emails from people who like her work. In fact, she loves emails. She can be contacted at tamelamiles@yahoo.com or her Facebook page, Tamela Miles Books. She also welcomes reader reviews and enjoys the feedback from people who love to read as much as she does.

 

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