In the war between Light and Darkness the winner is Love

Just wanted to let everyone know that my new book from EC, Defiled, is now out. Defiled asks the question, can a creature of Light love a creature of Darkness? And how hot is sex with a demon, anyway? One innocent angel is about to find out…

Check it out here

 http://www.ellorascave.com/m-10-evangeline-anderson.aspx

And read on for a blurb and a demonically hot excerpt you won’t find at the EC website.

Evangeline Anderson

            Defiled…

Every millennium the most innocent angel in all of Heaven is given to the most evil demon in Hell.

Elandra is an angel and it is her fate to be the millennial sacrifice. But though she fears for her life and her virtue, she never dreams that she will find true love in Hell.

Raziel is half demon, being raised by his powerful father to take control of the underworld. But when Elandra is presented to him as a sacrifice, he can’t bring himself to hurt her. Instead he lets her go.

Back in Heaven, Elandra can’t forget the beautiful demon with the blazing eyes. Raziel’s touch has started a fire in her soul and though she knows it is forbidden, she can’t help wishing to see him again.

Their love must be a secret but Elandra’s pure beauty incites the demonic half of Raziel’s nature. Can a demon love an angel without hurting her? For if Raziel is unable to keep his lust in check, Elandra will be cast out of Heaven for being Defiled.

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             Defiled Excerpt—Warning, explicit. Do NOT read at work.

She was the most beautiful creature that Raziel had ever seen. Her presence seemed to light his dim study, its walls line with books filled with infernal knowledge, charms and incantations which Raziel had read without pleasure. The imps laid her before him, on a couch covered in the tanned skin of the damned, and backed away slowly to stand by the door.

The angel lay there, trembling, her eyes blindfolded, her bound wings furled shut and tucked close to her slender body—so close they almost seemed to disappear. Her long golden hair was flung like a shawl over her shoulders and the light, gauzy robes she wore were so translucent that he could plainly see her full, thrusting breasts capped with ripe pink nipples and the slit of her sex, soon to be filled with his seed.

Beyond beautiful. Just as father said she would be, Raziel thought, studying the perfect celestial form laid upon the couch before him. There was not one imperfection, not a single flaw to mar her beauty. And in his father’s absence, he was the one commanded to see to the defilement of this innocent creature.

“Leave no part of her untouched,” Osgiloth had commanded before he departed Hell, leaving his only son in charge. “She is to be ruined as you take both pain and pleasure from her—that is the law of the sacrifice. Do what you like with her for as long as you like and then give her to the imps to finish off. That’s what I always do.”

“Yes, Father. That’s what you always do,” murmured Raziel, unaware that he was speaking aloud. “Always except once. And I am the proof of that single exception.”

Looking at her beautiful and nearly naked body, he ached to fulfill his father’s orders. Longed to rip away the gauzy robe of pure white and bare her pale, perfect flesh to his eager hands. He wanted to suck those ripe nipples, to twist them cruelly until she moaned and writhed under him. Wanted to violate her tight, virgin ass with his forked, demon’s cock. But most of all his demonic nature hungered for her cunt. He wanted to split her legs and plunge inside her, to fill her with his shaft and pump her full of spurt after spurt of his burning black cum until she moaned and quivered in pleasure and agony. Until she surrendered to his defilement of her lovely form completely.

But there was another side of Raziel’s nature—a side no other demon in Hell possessed. And that side pitied the shivering creature lying on the couch in his study. She looked miserably frightened and he longed to comfort her. To take her in his arms and stroke her silky hair, to smooth her ruffled feathers and reassure her. To tell her all would be well.

That would be a lie.

All will not be well. It will never be well for her again. Not if I obey my father’s orders. And obey I must. Raziel hardened his heart against her beauty. He would never rule in Hell as his father was training him to do if he couldn’t manage a simple defilement.

“Open your eyes, angel,” he barked, leaning over her and stripping away the filthy rag she wore as a blindfold.

She bit her lush lower lip and turned her face up toward his. Then, with what seemed to be an effort, her delicate lids fluttered and luminous silver eyes were revealed. Those eyes—angel’s eyes—reminded Raziel of someone he would rather not remember. Someone he had thought long forgotten. So instead of staring into them and letting himself be reminded, he turned his attention to the rest of her.

“You came dressed for the occasion, I see,” he sneered. Twisting one hand in the gauzy see-through fabric of her gown he yanked, ripping it open to bare her flesh.

The angel remained obstinately silent, her eyes growing wider and wider as Raziel palmed her full breasts and thumbed the ripe nipples that looked just made to be sucked. Gods, but her body was lush—not at all like the smooth, sexless bodies of the other angels he had seen on the occasions when he ventured beyond Hell’s boarders. If not for her silver eyes and white-feathered wings he might almost have wondered if the denizens of Heaven had sent him a human woman instead of an angel sacrifice.

“Do you feel this—my hands on you? Are you ready to meet your fate?” he taunted, tugging at her nipples until she moaned unwillingly. Encouraged by the soft sound, he let his hands wander further. If only she would fight him his demonic nature would take over, leaving him no choice but to take her. But though she gasped and cried out softly at his rough touch, the beautiful angel didn’t try once to defend herself or deny him what he wanted. In fact, it was only when he began to pry her slender thighs apart, she lost her composure completely.

“Please…” He voice was soft and musical, like harp strings being plucked. “Please don’t…don’t touch me there again,” she begged in a broken, pleading voice though she made no move to stop him.

Raziel froze. “What do you mean ‘again?’” he demanded. “Has someone besides myself touched you?” From the corner of his eye he saw the two imps that had brought her beginning to back away. “You—stay!” he barked at them and they froze on the spot.

The angel’s lower lip quivered but she lifted her chin high. “They…when they carried me one of them touched…touched inside me,” she whispered, her tone broken but defiant. “I begged him not to but he wouldn’t stop until the other made him.”

As quickly as that, everything changed.

Raziel was filled with a sudden protective rage—an emotion he had never felt before. He forgot that he was supposed to give whatever was left of the celestial sacrifice to the lowest demons to finish when he was done with her. All he could see in his mind’s eye was their filthy hands on her pure, unsullied skin. How dare they…how dare they touch what was his and his alone?

“Which one of you?” he turned to the imps who were now cowering in the corner their forked tails curled abjectly around their cloven hooves. “Which one of you dared to lay a hand on my angel?”