Series: Angels of Elysium #1
Release Date: Jan 16th, 2020
It was supposed to be a quick mission. The only thing quick about it was how rapidly I failed.
With only a month left to earn her missing feathers, twenty-year-old Leigh embarks on a trip to Paris to meet her newest project, twenty-five-year-old Jarod Adler, leader of the Parisian Mafia and the worst kind of sinner . . . a Triple.
If Leigh can get Jarod to accomplish a single act of kindness, she stands to win 100 feathers, more than enough to complete her wings and ascend to Elysium, the land of angels.
What she doesn’t count on is Jarod's dark charm costing her feathers.
She’s dead set on saving him, and he’s dead set on destroying her.
Until he realizes destroying her wings is also destroying her heart.
A heart he longs to hear beat only for him.
A modern ROMEO & JULIET retelling featuring an epic sinner and the angel who'll stop at nothing to save him. Perfect for fans of NALINI SINGH and BECCA FITZPATRICK.
”Forbidden romance at its sexiest! I was enthralled from the first page, and the heartbreaking ending left me in desperate need of the sequel!” - DANIELLE L. JENSEN, author of The Bridge Kingdom and Dark Shores
"Decadent and romantic in every way, Feather exquisitely blurs the line between good and evil." - CASEY L. BOND, author of When Wishes Bleed
"Enchanting and heartbreaking... A love story for the ages." - ASTRID ARDITI, USA TODAY Bestselling author of Olympian Challenger
"a slow burning build that suddenly caught fire. Talk about hot. There are scenes in this novel that'll melt a glacier." - KATIE HAYOZ, bestselling author of The Clockwork Sirens
"This story is gritty and sexy." - THERESEA BARRETT
"This book is one of my favorite reads this year. [...] A labyrinth of twists and turns you never see coming, even when you think you have it pegged." - KALLI BUNCH
"Feather was a hot and thrilling and captivating read and may have broken my heart into itty-bitty pieces." - KATELYN ANDERSON
“You wouldn’t like your soul to be black if you knew what it meant,” I said.
“What it meant?” Jarod dipped his stubble-coated chin into his neck. “What does it mean, Feather?”
I was about to feed him a basic explanation, the one we were allowed to share with humans, when my mind caught up with the word he’d just uttered. Feather? The pounding in my chest migrated to my face, beating inside my throat. “Why did you call me that?”
“Why did I call you what?”
“You just called her Feather,” Tristan supplied.
Time stretched on endlessly before Jarod said, “Because she looks soft and spineless. Like a feather.”
I should’ve winced, but the nickname struck too close to home. “Worms are spineless; feathers have shafts.”
“Shafts aren’t spines.”
A smile played on Jarod’s lips. “But if you’d rather I call you Worm—”
“No! Feather’s fine.” I licked my lips. “Does this mean you’ll give me a second chance?”
“Well, you’re nicer to look at than Tristan.”
“Salaud,” Tristan cursed, but his chuckling told me he wasn’t angry.
Jarod pivoted toward the red doors. “This should be amusing.”
This wouldn’t be amusing. Not in the least. But if I could get him to amend just one of his terrible ways, then it would be worth it.
As he rang his own doorbell—did he not have a key to his own house?—he turned back toward me, “How long before your bet expires?”
“Thirty-nine days.”
He seemed to consider this a moment. As the door clicked open, he said, “You have twenty-four hours.”
“What?”
“I’m yours for twenty-four hours. Once your time’s up, you’ll never seek me out again and you’ll stop stalking me.”
“I’m not stalking you.”
He tipped his head to the arch I’d been leaning against and the book still clutched in my hands. “What do you call frequenting my doorstep? Sightseeing?”
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