Angel’s Guilty Pleasures

 

The stakes couldn’t be higher in the newest novel in the New York Times bestselling, pulse-pounding Jane Yellowrock series.

Jane Yellowrock is the queen of the vampires, and that makes her a target as she fights to maintain control and keep peace in the city of New Orleans. She has enemies at every turn, because vampires live forever, and they keep their grudges alive with them. That includes the Heir, the vampire sire of the Pellissier bloodline, which gave rise to Leo Pellissier himself—Jane’s old boss and the former master of the city.

With the Heir and all the forces of darkness he can muster arrayed against her, Jane will need all the help she can get. She’ll find it in her city, her friends, her found family, and, of course, the Beast inside of her.

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“It didn’t look like a graveyard,” I said. In the Deep South, few burials are beneath the ground because the water table is so high the air-filled coffins float to the top and have been known to float away in the next flood. Coffins are secured on the surface in brick or stone mausoleums and statues of saints and angels are common in them.

My vision didn’t look like a church either. It looked like a cave. But in a vision, who could tell? There were dozens of graveyards with statues and hundreds of churches in and around NOLA, most with paintings, murals, stained glass pictures in the windows, angel statues, saint statues.

I thought about the curved, domed ceiling, the strange light and the sloped walls, as if something was dripping down them. “If it’s a real place then maybe a small Roman Catholic church in NOLA?”

“Or farther away,” she suggested, her voice tense, her eyes looking away from me. “In France or Rome. Anywhere, if it’s a church or cathedral.”

That was a daunting thought. “The darker streaks on the walls could have been mold and the odd light could have been from stained glass windows, I guess. I didn’t see any, but the lighting was red and blue. So I’ll hope that Hayyel is trapped in an old ruined church somewhere close and not thousands of miles away. Maybe a local one, moldy, damaged by hurricane.” I could plan for it to be close, though trusting in luck and flying by the seat of my pants hadn’t gotten me many places in life except in trouble.

Aggie didn’t reply, but her body was still stiff and jittery, as if preparing to be hit.

I let the memory of the vision fill me again. The last two hurricane seasons had left the landscape scarred and hundreds of buildings, homes, and churches dilapidated. Hayyel could be trapped in a building somewhere. “Yeah. Maybe a church. I think I need to see it again. When can I come to sweat again?”

“Not today. Not tomorrow. Not this week.” Aggie was still not looking at me, her eyes off to the side, staring at the floor.

I opened my mouth, stopped, closed it. I had a feeling that the answer was going to hurt, but I didn’t have much of a choice. “Aggie? Was the knife for me?”

 

 

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