Heeeey! Well, it's that time of year again- the next Angels book, CRAVE, is out October 5th, and it's time to catch up with Jim Heron and the boys... as well as meet Isaac Rothe and Grier Childe. In honor of them, here's your daily dose of CRAVE:

07/09/10: Isaac Rothe was standing alone in the far corner, and though the chain links of the cage separated them, there was no mistaking who it was... and no diminishing the effect of him: He was a menace, his size and the hard expression on his face turning the other men into little boys. And whereas she'd been struck by his politeness back at the jail, now she got a true picture of who he was.
The man was a killer.
Her heart beat fast, but she didn't falter. She was here to do a job of sorts, and damn it, she was going to talk with him...

08/09/10: In the quiet silence of the house, with his belly full of food she had prepared for him, and his eyes drinking in the sight of her... things went from complicated to completely chaotic.
He wanted her. With a hunger that was going to put them both in a hell of a bind.
"Issac?"

09/09/10: "You know, FYI, people think he's dead."

10/09/10: "All I can say is... right now, he wishes he was."

11/09/10: "I need to go," he said roughly. Actually, he needed to come... inside of her. But that was not going to be part of this. Even if he had to cut his own c**k off and bury it in that lovely backyard of hers.

12/09/10: As her father disappeared, Grier looked at Isaac, her arms slowly crossing around herself, her eyes growing grave. "Is this good-bye for you and me? Tonight? Here and now?"

13/09/10: Her father heaved a deep breath. "Get away... from my daughter."

14/09/10: "I can't lose you as well. Oh, God, Grier... I can't lose you, too. And he will do it. That man will take your life in the blink of an eye."

15/09/10: What kind of war were they fighting? Isaac thought. Was there another organization past XOps? He'd always assumed Matthias was the shadiest of the shady. But maybe there was another level. Maybe that was how Jim had gotten out. "Where's Heron?" he asked.

16/09/10: Nigel. Cocks**king Nigel. Mr. Holier-than-thou-aboveboard.

17/09/10: "You can so drop that food-as-porn voice."

18/09/10: "What are you thinking, Jim." The guy's pale eyes were haunted. "You were out. You were free. You were the one who got away. Why would you go back into the hellhole?"

19/09/10: Jim led with a logic that the other man could believe in- and something that was also the truth; just not the only one. "I owe you. You know that. I owe you for that night."

20/09/10: His voice held the same exhaustion Jim's had had way back when. "Don't get yourself killed because of me, okay?"

21/09/10: Jim muttered something under his breath that sounded like, A little late for that. But clearly, that hadn't been the words...

22/09/10: Closing his eyes, he made it about fifteen minutes before his tossing and turning rode those pj bottoms so far up his crotch he felt like he could cough flannel. If he was doing the mattress and pillow thing, he usually slept naked and now he knew why. This was f'in ridiculous.

23/09/10: His c**k twitched like it was raising a hand to be called on by the teacher, the erection all oh-oh-oh-oh-I-got-an-answer-for-that.

24/09/10: "So not going to happen, big guy," Isaac snapped at himself. Rubbing his eyes, he couldn't believe he'd fallen so low as to be talking to his dumb handle. Or trying to reason with it.

25/09/10: Opening her mouth to scream, she... stopped herself. He had wings. Great wings that lifted above his shoulders and shimmered like moonlight over water, hypnotizing her eyes.

26/09/10: Isaac dropped his head into her neck and started to move, his body rolling against hers, her head moving up and back on the pllow as he- *EHRMMMMMMM think I better edit that out!* Sliding her hands down to his lower back, she could feel the growing tension in him already- and he wasn't the only one getting close to release.

27/09/10: Dear God... he was curled into himself, his face on his biceps, his arm up and blocking his head, his bruised hand lying on his hair. He was breathing hard, his shoulders rising and falling.

28/09/10: Jim closed his eyes, and on the backs of his lids, saw that lovely innocent strung up over that tub again. Sh**, to hell with saving the world. He wished he could have traded himself for her.

29/09/10: Riding the crest of suffocation, he had a moment of total, autonomic flip-out. It was, however, a case of mind over body. The faster his heart pounded, the worse the lack of oxygen was and the brighter and hotter the flaring agony inside his rib cage. Slow down, he told himself. Slow it all down. Just slooooooooooooow down...

30/09/10: Her eyes held his. "Don't break my heart, Isaac Rothe. Don't you dare break my heart when you know perfectly well you don't have to."

01/10/10: "Be safe," he said to her hoarsely. "I'll call you to let you both know when it's okay to come back here." No tears, no protest on her end. She just nodded once, turned on her heel, and went to her father's car.

02/10/10: "Not it's f**king dead," Jim said as he breathed heavily.

03/10/10: "I love you, Isaac," she breathed against his throat. "But harder... I need you to go harder...."

04/10/10: "Yes, ma'am," he growled. "Anything the lady wants." And then he proceeded to give her everything he had... and everything he was and ever would be.

Creo que está en medio de una "acción" muy interesante entre su mano y sus "partes nobles"