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February 16th, 2013
Snippet Saturday – Sweethearts

This week’s Snippet Saturday features some of the most awesome authors I know. Be sure to visit them via the links at the bottom of this post. Now, back to business – this week’s theme is Sweethearts. Valentine’s Day just passed and while I don’t have any books with that particular holiday, Valentine’s Day just wouldn’t be the same without some romance leading up to it, right?

So, here’s a Snippet from Silk Road where Larien allows himself to be as vulnerable as any Fallen can be — by showing his true self to Jayla.

Enjoy!

Excerpt from
Silk Road
Seals of Destiny Book One
by TJ Michaels

Out of the blue, she asked, “So you can change your form, right? Like the asshat that jumped me? He looked human one minute and a freaking giant the next.”

“Of course. All Fallen can take human form or revert to their working form.”

“Working form? What’s a working form?”

“I am a warring angel, so my working form is for battle. It is the form I take most often, or would take often if I still had my old job. We can also transform to celestial bodies, unless we go demon.”

“What happens if you choose Fallen demonhood rather than Fallen angelhood?”

“We lose the ability to take our celestial forms ever again.”

“Can I see? Your celestial form, I mean.” Her honey brown eyes sparkled, full of mischief. What was she up to? He tilted his head and tried to read between whatever lines he was sure were there. “Well, can I?”

I can refuse her nothing.

Without another word, Larien rose and padded to the living room with Jayla on his heels.

“Why the living room instead of the office?”

“You’ll see.”

The moment she settled on the couch he let the change explode from his very cells. His body stretched and expanded. The familiar burn of the emergence of his wings was followed by an awed gasp from Jayla.

“Wow. You have wings?! And you’re so big, uh, bigger.”

But even at eight feet ten inches this body was still restricted by flesh.

“This is my battle form.” His voice, deepened by the transformation, caused her eyes to widen even more, yet the stink of fear was absent. Humans usually pissed themselves if they managed to glimpse an angel’s battle form, Fallen or not. “But I want you to see my true form though it is dimmer than when I was eudaemon.”

Nodding enthusiastically, Jayla simply sat with her eyes aglow with wonder. The eager acceptance in her gaze never ceased to make him feel special. Proud, even, of what he was. Or rather, what was left of him.

* * * * *

Jayla was fully along for the ride. Energy crackled in the air, rode along the ridges of her spine and then sank into her blood. It pumped through her heart, infused her cells and then burst forth like an explosion of moonlight and starlight behind her eyes. It was peaceful yet so beautifully vibrant she could almost hear the hum of electricity in the room. The tips of Larien’s beautiful wings trailed the floor and then snapped out to fill the room. A variation of black she’d never seen before, the color seemed alive and swirled with luminescence. Lethal-looking talons on the end of perfectly sculpted feathers were a-glow with shimmering gold.

Wow, how did he ever walk away from such power, she wondered. Larien outshone anything her mind could even possibly conceive. When Improbael had morphed from his human form he’d grown at least a good two feet, just like Larien, but where Larien’s skin was an almost-glowing dove gray, Improbael’s Fallen demon skin had become as dank as cement—lifeless and cold like the dirty ash that remained in the bottom of a grill long after the charcoal had burned itself out.

As Larien continued to morph, his skin dropped away to reveal a burnished being of sunlit gold. He had hair of flame in this form, infused with light like the rest of him. And he was just as sexy with those long glowing locks as he was with the barest of stubble on his scalp in his human form.

At his true height he was so tall, so wide, no wonder he wanted to do this in the living room—it had vaulted ceilings.

“And this,” he said with a voice that seemed miles away yet right in her ear at the same time, “is my celestial form, my true form.” And then Larien was pure light. Not blinding, yet still beautiful, radiant. Wow. When the light winked out, a somewhat pale, very naked Fallen stumbled to the couch.

The muscular chest she’d explored just last night beckoned to her hands to come and stroke it. And the cock she’d only had a clue of before was revealed. Even when not aroused Larien was impressive. Thick, heavily veined flesh was as perfectly tanned as the rest of him and looked as if it were made just for her. It brought to mind an old geometry equation—length times width times height equaled ‘oh my’. Her mouth watered.

“So why aren’t you wearing any clothes? Not that I’m complaining, mind you,” she asked.

“It takes a lot of energy to transform. I don’t have the reserves to make anything more than a pair of briefs. On second thought—” He flopped back onto the cushions. “This will have to do,” he said and pulled a thick cushion over his sex. “I hope there is no need to pummel anyone or anything anytime soon.”

“You need time to recover?” she asked.

“Yes. I can’t tap into the Source like the ascended eudaemon can, so when I transform the energy I use must regenerate on its own. It won’t take long, and with you close by the recovery time should be even shorter than usual.”

She wondered at the last part, unsure of what her presence had to do with anything, but let it go for now. There were other things she was more curious about.

“So right now you’re what? Weak?” she asked.

“A little, yes. Not completely helpless, but close.”

She jumped him. Literally.

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