Cover Him With Darkness
Written by: Janine Ashbless
Published by: Tempted Romance (2014)
Cover Him With Darkness sucked me in, seduced me, and left me thoroughly sated. The more I read, the harder it was to put the book down.
This is the story of Milja, the daughter of the village priest. She falls in love with their beautiful prisoner, a banished archangel. She tries to lead a normal life away in Boston, but her dreams are filled with the captive angel. Upon returning home when her father becomes sick, she makes a decision that changes everything forever.
Janine Ashbless does an amazing job combining innocence and darkness in this story. Cover Him With Darkness is the perfect combination of romance, erotica, suspense, and action. It had me up all night reading. The extra coffee needed in the mornings was well worth it.
I’m not usually a fan of stories with religious undertones, especially dark ones. However, this book was enticing to me. It is almost as though Janine Ashbless was able to take me into the shadows yet still keep me comfortably out of the dark. It could be found offensive to some with strong Christian beliefs.
I definitely recommend reading this book. It is a great read and an excellent addition to your library.
“Madam, please.” A waiter had appeared at Azazel’s elbow. “You mustn’t sit there. It’s not safe.”
“She sits there because I want her to sit there,” said my companion, not looking at him. “And she is as safe as I choose.” He hooked his hand around the back of my head and took a grip in my hair. Then he pushed me backward, almost to the horizontal, over twenty stories of empty air.
Fear was like a vise; it made me wrap my thighs tight about his hips.
I was cradled at the end of his arm by his hard hand and nothing else. My stomach muscles ached. My throat hurt with the effort of my breathing.
It’s all a dream. If I fall, I’ll just wake up.
“Do you trust me, Milja?” he whispered. Then he pulled me back to the upright position again. My heart was pounding like it wanted to break out of my rib cage.
“Sir, sir.” The waiter was wringing his hands. “Please, take a seat at your table. The sommelier is ready to take your order. Anything you require, sir, compliments of the house.”
“Go away,” Azazel growled, and kissed me. My blood was on fire with wild terror and gratitude, and a knowledge of my helplessness that was so dark and primal that it drowned my rage. When his fingers sneaked beneath the tiny skirt of my dress and slid between us, they found me wet with arousal.
I moaned breathily.
“What, Milja?” Azazel whispered, as I wrapped my arms about his neck to stop him flinging me from the heights. “In front of all these people? That’s hardly proper.” His fingertips danced and it felt like it was my soul he was touching.
It’s a dream, I told myself, blocking out the turned heads and round eyes of the diners. Just a dream.
There were no clothes between us, not where it mattered—I guess that was part of the dream too—just the great hot hardness of him pushing against me. I lifted my legs like I was raising a portcullis and he made his entry: all bulk, all slick, all pent breath and biting kisses and shuddering fire.
When he leaned into me it tilted me back over the void. I felt his hands tight on my hips as he uttered a groaning laugh into my mouth. I felt it all—the terror and the vertigo and the surrender and my burning burning need of him. He was slow and then he was strong and then he was moving like a man who could no longer help himself, his muscles locked in a rhythm of intent. All my weight was on his neck, but my arms no longer felt strong enough to hold myself.
If I fall he will not let go, I told myself. He wants me. He won’t let go.
So I let my hands slip, and I fell back, and the whole world swung upside down as my back arched; the skyscrapers plunging like silver spears from heaven and the screams of the diners a pandemonium beneath my feet, and the blare of the gridlocked traffic like the sound of trumpets above.
He did not let go.
He held me in place on the parapet, filling me as my upper body hung upside down over the drop and the blood rushed to my head and the heat broke between my open legs.
He did not let me go, but fell with me, and in falling we burned like lightning.
About the Author:
Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure – and that’s “fantasy” in the sense of swords ‘n’ sandals, contemporary paranormal, fairytale, and stories based on mythology and folklore. She likes to write about magic and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.
Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000, and her novels and single-author collections now run into double figures. She’s also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and Ellora’s Cave among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica anthology Geek Love.
Her work has been described as: “hardcore and literate” (Madeline Moore) and “vivid and tempestuous and dangerous, and bursting with sacrifice, death and love.” (Portia Da Costa)
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