Since first meeting Eric in Rock Chick Reckoning, I have wanted more of him. So when Kristen Ashley announced he was the hero in Avenging Angel: Back in the Saddle, it instantly became one of my most anticipated reads of the year. I absolutely LOVED this story! The emotion, the humor, all the great characters. It was everything I could have wanted. I'm sharing an excerpt today as well so be sure to check it out.
She doesn’t think it’s dangerous.
Eric Turner disagrees.
Eric is a member of the Nightingale Investigations and Security team. Therefore, Eric knows what he’s talking about.
Eric isn’t only badass, he’s also a seriously gorgeous guy, and Jessie has a huge crush on him. She doesn’t think he knows she exists…until now.
Eric steps in, and so do Jessie’s besties, the Avenging Angels. Soon, the Angels and the Hottie Squad are on the case to find Jessie’s missing sibling.
There’s more happening when it comes to Eric, though. Jessie’s so worried about her brother, she’s not paying attention. Eric sets about changing that, and just like all the Hot Bunch before him, when he finds his one, he doesn’t mess around.
However, something is afoot in Phoenix. And as the Angels uncover the sinister workings behind people going missing, and Eric and Jessie unpack their emotional baggage, the Angels dive deeper into the dark underbelly of the city…
Finding heroes, more hot guys, lots of hijinks…and heart.
It was Eric.
I suddenly couldn’t breathe.
He didn’t say a word.
He just walked into my room, scooped me up out of bed
like he did when he picked me up from the couch, but this time, he didn’t put
me to my feet.
He got in my bed…
Yes!
He got in my bed!
Then he settled me in his lap, tucked my head under
his chin, wrapped his arms around me, and they went tight.
Oh man.
This felt awesome. Way better than just hugging him,
and that felt great.
“You didn’t have to come here,” I said huskily.
“Yeah, I did.”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
“You’re not crying,” he noted quietly.
“No,” I agreed, still huskily.
“You need to
cry.”
“I’m not a crier.”
“I don’t have to tell you, you’re dealing with a lot,”
he remarked.
“No, you don’t have to tell me that.”
“And it’s clear you have been for a long time.”
“Yep.”
“Babe, you need an outlet.”
Babe.
Did you call your adopted little sister “babe?”
Did you haul your ass over to her house after eleven
at night to comfort her?
Did you hold her in your lap against your chest in her
bed?
God, I wanted him so bad, so f*cking bad, I needed to ask what was going on here.
But I couldn’t
because I was scared sh*tless about his answer.
“Do you cry when you’re upset?” I asked.
“I cried when my mom died.”
“You were thirteen.”
“It didn’t happen at the time, but when I got home and
I was alone, I cried because my father showed up at my graduation from the FBI
Academy so drunk out of his brain, he had to be ejected.”
Oh god.
I hated that for him.
The only way I could express the depths of that hatred
was to mumble, “Yuck.”
Lame.
But there it was.
“They were angry tears, and they didn’t last long,” he
carried on. “But I shed a few when one of Tim’s baby mommas called me, asking
me if I knew where he was and telling me he was behind six thousand dollars in
child support. This was more of an issue than it normally simply was, because
my nephew just got out of the hospital after getting his tonsils out, and not
only did Tim not pitch up to visit his kid, she didn’t have the money to pay
the co-pay.”
“I’d cry about that too,” I noted. “Let me guess, you
sent her the money.”
“Of course.”
Of course.
“I’m not the kind of girl who schleps around, pissed
about sh*t I have no control over,” I informed him.
“That doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to have a
reaction when that sh*t bites you in the ass,” he returned.
“True,” I mumbled.
The Chaos Series
