REBEL ANGELS BOOK THREE
This is why Fallen angels fear the light…
Snatched to the Under World, Violet discovers that the father who abandoned her as a baby is the tyrannical king of hell. She’s forced to battle in the Bone Carnival to prove her loyalty in a court of the wildest vampire rebels ever to be cast out of Angel World. Or else she won’t be able to save the angels…or her sister.
When she defies the anarchic vampire court, she’s tested in three impossible Devil’s Quests, which risk letting out the worst monster of them all: and it’s inside her. If she fails, she’ll be bonded eternally to a tyrannical general, whilst the vampire geek and sexy angel she loves will become the elite army’s plaything.
The Apocalypse is coming, and Violet may just be the weapon that destroys the world…
From the award-winning author of the #1 Bestselling REBEL VAMPIRES series!
WANT TO DISCOVER WHERE THE ADVENTURE BEGAN? Buy VAMPIRE HUNTRESS: REBEL ANGELS BOOK ONE!
PRAISE FOR VAMPIRE DEVIL:
“As with all of Rosemary A Johns’ books, this one is yet another gem. WARNING: Your life will be put on hold as you will not be able to put it down.” – Books, Books, and Ahh Books Blog
“Wow…amazing…love how the Under World isn’t what I thought. So well written. And the end…Uhggg. I’m so ready for the next book.” – Goodreads, Eve, 5 Stars
“Even when you finish the book you are still thinking about it. So, make sure you have time to read it all. And sit back and enjoy. It is off the charts amazing. The best book I have read in a long time!” – BookBub, Debbie, 5 Stars
“Action that makes your butt clench, laugh out loud humor, and absolute love of fam with maybe a hint of true love. Seriously! No disappointments and a very strong craving for book 4.” – Goodreads, Rebecca, 5 Stars
Quotes from Book:
In a sizzling spray of sparkles, the angel changed…into a tiny silver unicorn.
I gaped at the creature, desperate to stroke.
What. The. Hell?
Magic: it sparked through the kiss, teasing, pain-laced, and welcoming like it knew me down to the bones.
My eyes fluttered closed, as I was held spellbound; my tongue thrust, whilst flames crackled — violet meeting silver — where our lips met.
For once, I didn’t fear scorching my lover; Mischief’s power danced with my own.
In the shadows of the empty cage, I wrapped my arms tighter around Mischief. There was no baying crowd, calls for bets, or Bone Carnival. Just us, together on the eve of an apocalypse, losing ourselves in love.