Thanks, Fresh Fiction! Excited to be here, and super excited to share with you my list of Top Five Favorite Angels and Demons from TV and the Movies!
So let’s do this thing:
1. From the TV series Angel, that fun-loving, green-skinned, always-had-a-drink-in-his hand entertainer, Lorne! Remember him? He was hilarious.
2. From Supernatural, I gotta give a shout-out to Crowley. Yeah, he’s a super bad guy, but he’s funny. I can forgive a lot if a bad guy has a sense of humor. I love it when he’s on the show. One of the best TV/movie demons ever.
3. Hellboy. Because, hello, Hellboy. ‘Nuff said.
4. Anyanka (Anya) from Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Vicious and creative, she’s right up there with Crowley for being funny, but what makes her so special is that she’s also got a sweet, clueless side that is endearing.
5. Okay, so I realize that my list is a bit, shall we say, demon-heavy. Oh, don’t act surprised; you know what I write. ☺ So here’s our token angel, although he really isn’t token. I love him, and he’s actually my favorite on this list. Come on out, Castiel! For those who aren’t familiar with this guy, he’s an angel/sometimes fallen angel on the TV show Supernatural. As the series progresses, he’s become more “human,” but no less charming in his utter lack of understanding our species. Plus, he’s hot. And that voice! I could listen to it all day…
So there we have it. Are any of these people on your top 5 list?
Excerpt from REVENANT
Since the moment Revenant bumped into Blaspheme at the hospital a few weeks ago, he’d been obsessed, and now, as her long legs ate up the asphalt as she walked toward him, he imagined them wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her. The closer she came, the harder his body got.
“Blaspheme.” He stepped out from between two black ambulances, blocking her path.
She jumped, a startled gasp escaping full crimson lips made to propel a male to ecstasy. “Revenant.” Her gaze darted to the hospital doors, and he got the impression she was plotting her escape route. How cute that she thought she could get away from him. “What are you doing lurking in the parking lot?”
Lurking? Well, some might call it that, he supposed. “I was on my way to see you.”
She smiled sweetly. “Well, you’ve seen me. Buh-bye.” Pivoting, her blond ponytail bouncing, she headed in the opposite direction.
“Come home with me.”
“Wow.” She turned and crossed her arms over her chest, which only drew his attention to her rack. Niiice. “You get right to the point.”
He shrugged. “Saves time.”
“Were you planning to wine and dine me at least? You know, before the sex.”
“No. Just sex.” Lots and lots of sex.
He could already imagine her husky voice deepening in the throes of passion.
“Oh,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re charming, aren’t you?”
Not once in his five thousand years had anyone ever called him charming. But even uttered with sarcasm, it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him.
“Don’t do that,” he growled.
“Do what?” She stared at him like he was a loon.
“Never mind.” Dying to touch her, he held out his hand. “You’ll love my play room.”
She wheeled away like he was offering her the plague instead of his hand. “Go to hell, asshole. I don’t date fallen angels.”
“Good news, then, because it’s not a date.” And he wasn’t a fallen angel.
“Right. Well, I don’t fuck fallen angels either.” She made a shooing motion with her hand. “Go away.”
She was rejecting him? No one rejected him. No one.
She started to take off again, and he blinked, confused. This wasn’t right. He had his sights set on her, and she was supposed to surrender. This was something new. Something…titillating.
He moved in slowly, matching her step for step as she backed up.
“What are you doing?” She swallowed as she bumped up against a massive support beam.
“I’m going to show you why you need to come home with me.” He planted both palms on the beam on either side of her head and leaned in until his lips brushed the tender skin of her ear. “You won’t regret it.”
“I already told you. I don’t fuck fallen angels.”
“So you said,” he murmured. “Do you kiss them?”
He didn’t give her the chance to finish her sentence. Strawberry gloss coated his lips as he kissed her, and he swore he’d never liked fruit as much as he did right now.
Her hands came up to grip his biceps, tugging him closer as she deepened the kiss. “You’re good,” she whispered against his mouth.
“I know,” he whispered back.