Collecting
souls is an arduous job, but Belinda, a demon, has been doing a damn
good job so far thanks to the help of Sebastian, a powerful demon who
can morph and multiply himself. He is her friend and lover who can
satisfy all her sexual demands, especially for threesomes.
But all
that is about to change thanks to Avgar, a ruthless demon, who is her
new apprentice on a mission to steal Christopher Columbus' soul. He
knows she is hiding something and will do anything to find out what it
is. If her secret were ever revealed, she and Sebastian would be
banished to the deepest depths of Hell.
If that
weren't enough, Amato, a guardian angel, is sent to protect Christopher
Columbus. He knows her secret and is infatuated with the beautiful
enchantress. Whenever they make physical contact, Belinda feels an
electrical shock of rampant arousal. Can she tame her sexual urges for
the angel or will her mission be jeopardized and her big secret be
revealed?
"...Duel of Souls is the beginning of a new series by Ms. Amour, and what a way
to start it off! The first page will grip you with its steamy sex scenes and
secret identities. However, it is the great storyline and unique look into Hell
that will keep you captivated. With a backstabbing tattle-telling demon, a
female demon that kicks some royal booty, a guardian angel with a voyeuristic
attitude, and a demon that is kept a secret even from Satan himself, this tale
will keep you guessing, and with an ending that has such a huge cliffhanger, you
will be begging for more!"
5 Cups Danielle, Coffee Time Romance
Excerpt:
Amato hurried to get to the deck of the ship. He had heard the shouts
from the crewmen a few minutes earlier and headed up to see what the
ruckus was about. He worried about Cristobal. Could he be in danger?
He
had boarded the Santa Maria two days ago as the first mate Fernando
Rodriguez and had been keeping an eye on Cristobal. The explorer was an
interesting man. He had a vision and fixated on his purpose constantly.
An hour did not pass that he didn't look at his charts and start
mumbling something to himself.
They were headed to the Canary Islands to stock up on supplies and make some minor repairs, and then they would be headed west. Although
Amato had been unhappy leaving Heaven and knew it would be some time
before he would see Belinda the Enchantress through the crystal voyeur,
he found this new assignment being Cristobal Colon's guardian angel
very interesting. To be a part of the discovery of the New World was
something every angel, or man, would dream of.
As he made it on the
deck, he realized the ship had stopped moving and a crowd had gathered
in the starboard area looking to the water below. They mumbled to
themselves, but Amato couldn't decipher what they said. He decided to
go there and find out exactly what caused such a commotion on board.
Did it have anything to do with the smaller ships that followed the
Santa Maria?
To his surprise, it wasn't one of the other boats, but
a rowboat approaching them. From what he could perceive, there were
three passengers aboard, a male and two females. As the boat came up to
the ship's haul and they stopped, he could see them clearly. His jaw
fell open and he couldn't bring himself to close it.
The most
beautiful vision he could ever have imagined sat in the rowboat just 20
feet below him. A vision he had beheld from far above for what seemed
like an eternity. A vision who was far more beautiful and breathtaking
in person than the crystal voyeur could have ever offered him. It was
his Belinda, the Enchantress, here in the flesh.
Beside her sat
Sebastian who was now incognito pretending to be her female demon
servant Gisele. And next to him/her stood a tall man with wide
shoulders and a dark complexion and hair. He had never seen him before
when spying on Belinda and wondered who he might be.
As he
pondered about the man and what they were all doing here wearing
nobles' clothes, one thing became clear in his mind—the reason why
Michael asked him to protect Cristobal. Belinda had been sent to claim
the explorer's soul.
He felt a smile spread across his face and stretch his skin.
One
of the crewmembers who had a couple of gaping holes in his mouth from
teeth that had most probably rotted and fallen off, nudged him. "From
tha smile on yer face, you like wha you see, no?" He leered at them as
one of the men dropped a roped ladder down to the boat. He stretched
his neck as if to get a better look at Belinda as she mounted. "Tha
other ona is nice, but this ona, in red, now she isa beautiful. And
look a hera…" He cupped his chest to mean her breasts.
The man's
vulgarity and lack of any sort of education sickened Amato. And the
fact he, along with the entire crew it seemed, looked at Belinda and
her servant with lust made anger boil in his veins and his stomach
tighten.
As Belinda and her group set foot on the deck, Cristobal
came forward with a quizzical look on his face. He rubbed his chin as
the larger man extended his hand. "Thank you for your kindness in
saving us. My name is Vizconde Miguel de Moya of Seville and these are
my sisters Vizcondesa Maria De Moya and Florinda De Moya." The ladies
bowed with the introduction. "Our ship was overtaken by pirates this
morning and we were forced to escape in the rowboat. We have been
rowing aimlessly for many hours and are hungry and thirsty."
Cristobal
shook the man's hand and nodded. "I'm sorry for your misfortune. My
name is Cristobal Colon and this is the Santa Maria. We are headed for
the Canary Islands. We can bring you there if you like, though it will
be several days before we reach it."
The tall man calling himself
Vizconde Miguel De Moya opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted
by Belinda acting as Maria who stepped forward with a serene smile.
"That would be perfect. We have family there we can stay with until a
ship comes back for us." The so-called vizconde frowned at her then and
Amato noticed the sideways glance Belinda gave him.
Obviously, tension hovered between the two and from Sebastian's expression, he wasn't too fond of their male companion, either.
Cristobal
turned and motioned for Amato to approach them. "This is my first
officer Fernando Rodriguez. He will bring you to the galley where you
can get some nourishment and drink."
Amato's heart pounded in his
ears upon hearing Cristobal's words. Never in his life as a mortal, or
as an angel, had he ever imagined being this close to Belinda, let
alone be the one to guide her to the galley.
Taking a deep intake of
air, he walked over to them and bowed. When his gaze centered on
Belinda, who was peering at him intensely, smiling, he swore that time
had stopped for a few moments and everything around them stood still.
Nothing else seemed to exist or matter for that moment. His urge to proclaim his love for her, or his obsession depending on how one looked at it, gnawed at his insides then.
But
as his senses brought him back to reality, his mind finally kicked in,
telling him he should speak. Clearing his throat, he uttered, "If you
would like to follow me, Vizconde and Vizcondesas?"
Belinda walked
first, coming close to his left side. "Of course, Fernando, please lead
the way." A whiff of her fragrance tantalized him and he had to tame
his wild urge to nuzzle his nose in the nape of her long, delicate neck.
Glancing
back to make sure they all followed him, Amato noted the tall man
acting as their brother displayed an angered, frustrated expression as
he tailed and stared at Belinda.
Why he accompanied Belinda and
Sebastian on this assignment baffled Amato. And why he looked at
Belinda with such contempt peaked his curiosity. His gut and his
instincts as a guardian angel pounded a message in his mind. This man
meant harm to Belinda and maybe even Sebastian.
As he led them to the galley, he decided he'd find out exactly what the vizconde had up his sleeve.
