“Broken Faith (Another Falls Creek Romance, #5)” by SF Benson Excerpt Reveal
Title: Broken Faith (Another Falls Creek Romance,#5)
Author: SF Benson
Anticipated Release Date: January 27, 2019
Cover Designer: Covers by Christian
Editor: Tia Silverthorne-Bach
Sex, booze, and tempting humans…
All part of Theseon’s job as a dark angel. He’s kept plenty of souls out of Heaven, and is willing to keep it up. But then he meets Grace. She doesn’t fall easily, and is ready to walk out of Theseon’s life. Something about him tempts her—a woman who has her own dark secrets.
Their interactions draw the attention of the King of Hell. Ashmedai doesn’t like it when his creations don’t follow the rules. When you piss off the head demon, there are consequences.
Theseon must face his worst fears while Grace must overcome hers.
Is love enough to redeem a dark soul? Better still, can it erase dark beginnings and point to the light?
Chapter One – Theseon
Contrary to mankind’s beliefs, evil lurks everywhere, but it’s not just the obvious places you expect to find us—bars, nightclubs, and back alleys. My kind waits for innocents in the inconspicuous spots. The venues where virtue should be—libraries, hospitals, even on the steps of churches.
That last location—church—is my favorite for finding souls to break. There’s something about a house of worship that causes people to drop their guard. It must be the implied safety. The idea that a demon would never set foot on sanctified ground is agigantic myth. It’s our favorite playground. A saint isn’t pious until someone has tested him or her. Breaking spirits on sacred ground takes a demon with special skills—like myself.
Here’s a little tip for any humans listening: pay close attention to Ephesians. Yes, I know the Bible. It’s a prerequisite in my line of work. Wrap yourselves in the armor of God and wear it twenty-four seven. Dark souls like myself seek the chinks, the cracks that allow us in. We don’t rest even when you do.
Besides prowling around for the holies, I enjoy messing with Celestials. Like the one sitting to my left. Daniel is a handsome angel that’s so divine I swear he pisses holy water. Clubs aren’t where you’ll find the Principality though. He doesn’t party, doesn’t drink, or do anything that resembles sin, which is a shame. A sculpted body like Daniel’s could entice many humans to the dark side. Shit. He could tempt me to seek the proverbial light for a few hours.
Daniel, as a rule, keeps to himself. Other than hanging with me, he has a significant other—the angel Neriah. Oops! She goes by Cherina these days. The two Celestials have been an item for years.
Like I was saying…
Daniel is straight-laced. His reason for coming to Balls Up—a sports bar and grill in Falls Creek—is the food. Plus, supernaturals can relax here. No fear of accidental discovery. No concern about rival supernaturals crouching on their territory. Balls Up is that neutral zone every town needs. It doesn’t hurt that the owner, Brady Romero, is a wolf shifter and a member of Council. Brady does everyone a favor and tips us off when trouble is brewing—either amongst the various beings or with the humans. His establishment is the best place in town for news and otherpursuits.
But I digress.
Daniel and I share a strange relationship. Those of the Realm and the Nether Region seldomforge friendships, but we met a few months ago on Crucifix Island where we ran into each other. The Celestial was rushing away from the isle, and I had just emerged from Hell. Humans reported seeing fireworks—our collision—coming from the landmark.
It’s my opinion that the man upstairs put the angel in my path on purpose. Ever since that precipitous meeting, Daniel is always trying to show me thelight. He thinks he can redeem my sorry ass while Iwork hard at tempting Daniel to walk on the heinous path. Just have a little fun. Get him out of that damned suit he’s always wearing. I’ve seen his closet—no jeans, no T-shirts, not even a pair of sneakers.
Did I forget to mention that we’re roommates?
“Give up already,” he says as he lifts his glass of water. “I like my suits.”
“Who the hell drinks water in a bar?”
“I do.” Daniel’s brown eyes pierce me. “You should try it sometime.”
“Never touch the stuff.”In all honesty, water should be restricted to bathing. That shit might put the fire out in my soul—might be the reason why the only water in Hell is in the muddy River Styx.
The Celestial’s full lips curl up in a smile. I don’t know why we bother with words since we hear each other’s thoughts.
“Because it’s more fun this way. Allows us to pretend to be something we’re not.” Daniel strokes his beard, which looks more like an extended goatee with a bit of scruff. “Do you have any plans this evening? Those you can speak of that is.”
Glancing around the near-empty bar, I realize the pickings might be slim tonight. I’ve already tested this sorry group of humans. I’m running out of victims and in time, I’llhave to leave Falls Creek. Finding fresh souls to corrupt is a necessity for my kind. Otherwise, we get called back to Hell. I have no desire to spend eternity torturing. Exploiting pleasure is more fun.
“Let’s go on a road trip,” I say. “I’m bored.”
“Not tonight, Theseon.” Daniel pushes away his empty plate. “I have plans. Besides, I draw the line at witnessing your debauchery.”
Tossing back my whiskey, I side-glance at the angel. “Remind me again why we’re friends?”
He waggles his eyebrows. “You like me, plus I provide a place for you to live. We’re supernatural yin and yang.”
I’m about to unleash a vile comment when a cool breeze blows in. We both turn toward the open door.
An angel walks in. At least she should be one with her dark, flowing hair and enchanting dark eyes. A pastel pink dress clings to her curves. Curves that trap my mind and stir my body.
Damn. Just f*ck me.
“Stop drooling,” Daniel says near my ear. “She’s a friend of Cherina’s and off-limits.”
“Huh?” I shake my head and notice Daniel’s female at the woman’s side. “Who is she?”
“I’ll introduce you, but promise me you won’t try anything with the human. She’s destined for sainthood, not wickedness.”
“Sure, sure,” I blurt, not meaning a word. Daniel’s warning barely registers with me. Dark angels can’t be trusted…shouldn’t be trusted. Our promises are as fluid as our sexuality.If I have any chance of keeping my word, however, I should stop gazing at her. But I can’t tear my eyes away from the exquisite woman.
F*ck sainthood. I’d make her a queen.