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Jackson leaned against the gymnasium door. He flexed his right knee, which was still sore and tender from his near-death slide down a mountain a couple of weeks ago. Once off the slopes and in the hillside city of Nagarkot, he’d been pronounced fine by the local doctor. The little joyride down the mountainside had left Jackson with a banged up kneecap and strained and bruised neck and shoulder muscles. Not much more severe than the normal scrapes and cuts he’d gotten over the last six months since he’d turned over a new leaf and joined a band of do-gooders to save the world.
How had his life changed so fast from the neatly roped-and-tied, orderly affair to the messy, knotted circle it had become? Six months for a complete turnaround was fast for a man who had been perfectly content as an unscrupulous mercenary working for the rich and powerful.
Especially the rich.
Now, instead of traveling the world to work for men willing to part with their ill- gotten money, he lived in a goddamn huge mansion with an angel who turned down Heaven, an ex-exotic dancer with a sassy mouth and a destiny to save mankind, a shape- shifting rock with aspirations to be a 1920s mobster, a cocky tech expert and—
The woman currently kicking the crap out of the poor punching bag. Correction. Not a woman. Fallen angel. Demon, actually.
Christ. Jackson swept a hand through his hair. When he found trouble, he went all the way. Said woman, Marisol Asheni—a flowery name for a hard-ass demon—struck the bag, the force of her blow rocking the heavy sack violently. He half expected the damn thing to crash to the floor.
Even as she pounded the hell out of the bag, her body flowed in lovely symmetry. Much like the woman herself, each of her movements was precise, effortless and made with minimum motions. And a helluva lot of grace.
Her taut ass flexed and smoothed under the formfitting tight shorts women—God love them—seemed to favor. Long legs, tanned and straight, looked silky under the soft lights. Her waist was bare, and when she moved he thought he caught a glimpse of something flashing at her navel.
Holy hell, the woman had a belly-button piercing. When had she gotten the damn thing? He sure hadn’t noticed it the last time he’d seen her work out. His appreciative gaze tracked a path up her body, flowing past her curved hips to her uptilted breasts, up the smooth column of her throat. Despite her features being too austere for true beauty and marred only slightly by the iron determination in her square chin, she possessed a wildness he found fascinating.
Her auburn hair, woven into a tight braid, swayed back and forth as she moved. The glowing strands flickered with fire—filled with gold, rich coppers and hot reds.
Any adjective used to describe fire fit Marisol Asheni to a T. As in trouble.
~ Review by Angela ~
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest*
I loved the first Relic Defender book, Key of Solomon (see review) so I was super excited to get this one. While Cassiel did not write this book about Lexi and Mikos (one of my favorite couples of all time!), she did write about another couple that I can love almost as much. Mari and Jackson are such great characters. Mari is a fallen angel and is a kick-ass-take-no-prisoners chic who doesn’t take shit from anyone, not even the Archangel Michael. Jackson, is a bad-guy-turned-good-guy southern boy who can’t help but be attracted to Mari, even if she is a fire demon. They both fight the attraction but you know that something is going to happen because they are just too into each other. And you also know that when it does, it’s going to be EPIC!
Cassiel Knight has done it again with her angels and demons story. I love these Relic Defenders stories because they are always so entertaining and engaging. There are twists and turns and things going on that you can’t figure out until later. It’s awesome and I can’t wait for her to write me some more!! Highly recommend picking up this series and getting to know this band of misfits. You will thank me when you do. 5 books!! [P.S. I do have one thing that irked me a little about this book and while I understand that sometimes it was necessary, I didn’t think it was necessary as many times as was written. I don’t think Jackson’s netherparts needed to get any more enlarged against his jeans. It happened way too often in my opinion. Just a small beef but not enough to detract from the great story.]
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