Punishment

ML Guida's Punishment coverPunishment, ANGELS OF DEATH

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(about the book)

Blade Angel, a fallen demon, must repent or be human forever. He defies an archangel and ends up in the hospital badly burned where he meets a gifted healer, Abigail Malcomb. She heals his hands, and soon discovers she is his angel-mate. But he has a dark secret.

Abigail wants to save her drug addicted brother, but the powers of hell want his soul. And the only way she can save him is to trust the demon responsible for her sister’s death. He claims she is his true love.

To defeat evil, they must learn to trust and forgive each other.

(blurb)

A demon’s revenge comes at a terrible cost to the woman he loves.

Blade Angel, a fallen demon, must repent or be human forever. He defies an archangel and ends up in the hospital badly burned where he meets a gifted healer, Abigail Malcolm. She heals his hands, and soon discovers she is his angel-mate. But he has a dark secret.

Abigail wants to save her drug addicted brother, but the powers of hell want his soul. And the only way she can save him is to trust the demon responsible for her sister’s death. He claims she is his true love.

To defeat evil, they must learn to trust and forgive each other.

(excerpt)

Chapter One

A gust of wind swirled around Blade, churning faster and faster. Dirt and leaves sprayed into his face, stinging his eyes, slapping his cheeks, slipping into his mouth. He gagged and raised his arm, burying his face in the crook of his elbow. Cold penetrated his skin and frosted his bones into brittle icicles. He bent his legs and jumped into the air to fly, but his wings failed to open. Instead of falling, the wind lifted him, spinning him around and around and around, his arms and legs flailing, his stomach churning.

“Balthazar,” he screamed, “Help me.”

But the demon Balthazar refused to answer. Only the wind answered, taunting and hissing his name.

Blade slammed onto the hard ground and rolled and rolled until he banged into something hard. The air was knocked out of him, and pain stabbed his shoulder. He groaned and put his hand on his forehead. Pine branches blew over his head. Between the branches and clouds, the moon played peek-a-boo. He spat out dirt and leaves and inhaled, filling his lungs with sweet mountain air. Where the devil had the Archangel Raphael sent him?

He shook his head and pushed himself off the ground into a sitting position. Pine needles and twigs stuck through his long-sleeved tee-shirt, pricking and scratching his skin.

He brushed the debris. “Why the hell am I in pain? I’m a bloody demon, a fallen angel.”

Raphael shimmered in front of him, his white wings spread out wide, and stared at him with those large silver eyes that always made him squirm. He cocked his eyebrow. “Balthazar? Really, Blade?”

Blade gritted his teeth. “You didn’t think I’d ask for you.”

The full moon rose high into a cloudless sky littered with a million stars. A cool breeze blew the tall pine and aspen trees. He shivered. “Where the hell am I?”

“Frisco, Colorado.”

“Why am I here?”

Raphael shrugged. “For your penance.”

Blade put his hand down and pushed himself up. “My what?” He grimaced. His body ached, but his right shoulder screamed with agony.

“You heard me. Peddling the Hell drug, Xanadu, is a serious offense. You killed innocent people to satisfy your lust for revenge.”

Blade clenched his fists. “If you would have healed Samantha, I wouldn’t have fallen.”

Raphael shook his head; blond strands fell from his loose queue. “I keep telling you, she wasn’t your angel-mate. You never spoke the binding words.”

“I would have if Samantha hadn’t been murdered.”

“Samantha’s death was not Heather’s fault. Heather couldn’t control her client. The man was an addict and refused to accept Heather’s treatment.”

Bitterness swirled in Blade’s mouth. “The bitch shouldn’t have released someone from her rehab center unless he was fully cured.”

Raphael’s eyes glowed. “There’s…somebody else for you.”

“Like hell there is. I have no intention of repenting. Forget it.” He rubbed his shoulder and winced. “Why the devil am I in pain?”

“You’re human and will remain human unless you repent.”

Raphael folded his wings into his back and walked over to a large white boulder, his black boots crunching the twigs. He sat, folded his arms across his naked chest, and stretched out his long jean clad legs. He shifted to the side so his sheathed sword Magic lay comfortably next to his thigh.

“You stripped my powers?” Blade stared at Magic. With just one touch, Raphael’s blade could heal or kill.

“Of course. You’re lucky I healed you. Michael wanted your guts for garters.” Raphael shook his head. “You really should not have gotten on his bad side, Blade. He’s called out the assassins.”

“Shit, I am so screwed. So, you took away my powers? Why thank you. Now it will be a fair fight.”

Raphael rubbed his chin. “They have to find you first.”

Blade staggered to his feet, his left hand rubbing his throbbing right shoulder. “That shouldn’t be hard, since I’m a bloody human.”

“Actually, it will be difficult.” Raphael waved his hand. “Frisco now has a barrier.”

Blade scanned the forest and only saw trees, fallen logs, boulders. He glanced up at the clear blue sky but didn’t detect anything unusual. No angelic fortification. No force field. No silver aura. “Where? I don’t see anything.”

“No, you wouldn’t. You’re human and unable to see it.”

Blade snorted.

“No angel or demon will be able to contact nor will you be able to contact them,” Raphael said. “The barrier exists.”

Blade’s heart pounded. He refused to stay. “Stuff it.” Blade scanned the sky. “Balthazar, answer me.”

Raphael smiled. “You can scream all you want, but Balthazar can’t hear you. Count yourself lucky. If he could hear you, then so could Michael.”

Blade swayed on his feet. “Why do you want me to repent?”

Raphael held his gaze. “There’s still good in you Blade.”

Blade met Raphael’s stare with hatred. “The hell there is. Remember, I’m a demon?”

“No, you’re not. You’ve fallen, but haven’t completely turned.”

Blade put his left hand on the tree and caught his breath. “So, if I repent, I get my powers back?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry.” Blade spat onto the ground. “Now, give me back my powers.”

Raphael shook his head. “Blade, Blade, Blade.” He braced his hands on the boulder. “You know it doesn’t work that way.”

“Raphael, I’m not capable of repenting. I switched to the other team. I detest all of you.”

Raphael sighed. He glanced up at the moon. “Your brother has faith in you and so do I.”

“Get used to disappointment.”

“Blade, you will remain human with all the frailties. When you truly repent for distributing the Hell drug Xanadu and make amends…”