In the war between Heaven and Hell, a special race of humans with supernatural abilities will represent the balance between darkness and light. They are known as The Guardians.
Jack Bennett comes from a long line of Guardians, a fact that has been drummed into him since he was a kid. When he and a select group of elite Guardians are called upon by Michael the Archangel to complete a special assignment, Jack gladly accepts. Seven years later, a failing mission and personal losses have left him jaded, bitter and without room for love or relationships in his life.
The past that Addison Monroe is so desperately trying to escape is one she can’t outrun. The darkness inside that causes her to act unpredictably has gone unexplained until now. A woman claiming to be an angel appears with a revelation that will shake Addison to her core. Her dark nature is explained as Addison discovers that she is one of the Nephilim—a child born of a human mother and demon father.
Despite the dark nature she was born with, Addison has been chosen by Heaven for a special purpose. Ten scrolls spelled to open up portals between Hell and Earth … ten demons who are using them to come and go from Earth at will, a violation of the terms set by heaven in the battle for souls … one demon known as the Great Duke of Hell who will stop at nothing to defeat her. Fighting alongside two Guardians, Addison must uncover the legendary Seal of Solomon—a ring that is said to possess the power to destroy demons, and wield it against the enemies of Heaven.
As his task to protect her develops into something more, Jack will find separating his job from his personal life nearly impossible. Ignoring the dangers of becoming too attached, Jack will find that a woman whose very nature should repulse him, might just be his saving grace.
He pulled her close to him, reaching up to stroke one cheek with affection.
“You’re like a flame, Addison. I think that’s what I like most about you. That fire in you draws me in.”
“Careful,” she joked, “I might burn you.”
He ran his thumb lightly over the plump cushion of her lips. “I might like it,” he replied, his voice growing husky with desire.
Addison’s reply was the hot caress of her velvety tongue across the pad of his thumb. That simple action sent a jolt of heat speeding through his veins, intensifying his already raging need. The heat pooled low in his groin, filling his sex and engorging it to almost painful limits. It had been so long since he’d been this close to a woman—a little over a year since Tracy’s death, and there had been no once since her.
He reached up to the thin straps of her dress, his hands shaking as he pulled them away from her shoulders. He left them hanging against her arms, and leaned down to plant a feather-light kiss on her collarbone. She shivered at the touch of his lips.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight in that dress?” he asked, skimming his lips along her collarbone, toward her neck and the delicious temptation of her pulse thrumming just at the base.
“Your eyes did,” she murmured, “when you looked at me. I love the way you look at me. With my job, I’m exposed to so many men, but not one of them has ever seen the real me. They look and they give empty compliments, but none of them sees me. Not one of them knows me.”
“I see you,” he said, his thumb coming up to trace her jawline as his lips found her pulse. His tongue circled the thrumming artery as his teeth scraped the taut tendons surrounding it. She gasped and gripped his shoulders tighter, holding on as he suckled, tasting her skin for the first time. “I see everything about you,” he added, punctuating his words by claiming her lips again. “Addison,” he mumbled against her mouth. “Addie … Beautiful Addie. Sweet Addie. Strong Addie. My Addie.”
Reaching up to the straps hanging against her arms, she pulled, allowing the flowing yellow dress to fall down her body and pool at her feet. He sucked in a ragged breath. His heart drummed against his ribs and his mouth went dry at the sight of her half-nude body.
“Yes,” she answered, eyes locking with his. “Yours.”