***SPANKED BY AN ANGEL***
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*WARNING: book contains spanking, flogging, anal sex, hot Nephilim and a HEA*
Fleeing memories of her recent divorce and longing for some control over her life, Abigail Cosslin takes a two-week vacation at an exclusive resort that caters to its guests’ every desire. When she becomes involved with two of the resort’s mysterious, sexy owners, she doubles her pleasure, but what are they hiding?
Zachary Neville and Emmett Fallon are Nephilim who’ve been imprisoned on Earth for ninety years, and unless they fall in love with a mortal woman, they’re destined to live out eternity indulging in their favorite vices with no permanent satisfaction.
Zach and Emmett helped start Lilith’s Playground during Prohibition as a way to snub those who had a hand in their punishment, but each man longs for true love.
When they meet and seduce Abigail, hope begins to build. But will she believe their story and accept them on such terms? Or will she be lost to them forever?
Abigail caught the scent of baked apples and cinnamon, causing her stomach to rumble. When she stepped inside the stables, she hugged her elbows. Heat lamps were scattered along the floor, but the temperature still had to be below freezing. A couple of horses whinnied at her presence, and one stuck its muzzle over the stall door as she walked past. She stopped to stroke his forehead, when Zach rounded a corner.
The smell of baked apples grew stronger, and Abigail realized it had to be coming from him. What was with the owners here? Did they all smell like something delicious and mouthwatering? She’d obviously been too distracted to notice his scent at dinner.
His pewter eyes regarded her with surprise. Snow dotted his wavy hair, and his cheeks were ruddy, as though he’d been outside for some time. “Abigail. Are you signed up for a sleigh ride?”
She shook her head, struggling to remember all the things she’d planned to say to him. Her breath came in short gasps as they stood staring at each other. What was wrong with her? She had nothing to fear from this man.
“Taking a walk then?” His speech was no longer slurred and his tone pleasant, not sarcastic or insolent, as it had been earlier. She started to wonder if she’d hallucinated the entire conversation at dinner.
“I came to find you.” Squaring her shoulders, she held his gaze. “I have a few things to say to you.”
He strolled next to her and patted the horse. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he? Name is Antares. We’ve named them all after stars.”
Abigail was stunned into silence. A few hours ago, this man had been drunk and incredibly rude. Now he stood here, smelling good enough to eat, talking about horses and stars. Had she stepped into The Twilight Zone?
When he fixed her with an intense gaze, her heart skipped a beat. “Will you take a ride with me? We can talk in the sleigh.”
What game did he think he was playing? “We can talk right here.”
“I’d love to show you the trails. They wind through the pines, and we’ve lit them with torches to keep them warmer.”
“I don’t understand you at all, Zach.”
His gaze dropped to the floor for a moment, then regarded her again with a mixture of sadness and regret. His eyes were the most unusual shade of gray she’d ever seen, and had almost an iridescent quality to them. She blinked to keep from staring.
“Come on. Let’s hitch up Antares. He hasn’t been out in a few days, and I think he’s itching to take a walk in the snow.”
As if the horse were a coconspirator, he whinnied and began to prance. Abigail watched Zach put the bridle on Antares, then followed him outside where several men waited to help him hitch the horse to a sleigh. What was it about this man? Why didn’t she simply insist they talk in the stable? It was freezing cold out here.
As he took her hand to help her into the sleigh, an electric jolt shot through her body, despite the fact they both wore gloves. Soon her arm was infused with warmth that spread all the way down to her toes. What the hell?
He climbed in next to her and grabbed the reins as she took a deep breath, trying to shake off the power this man seemed to cast over her. If she didn’t get this out now, she never would. It was time to stand up for herself.
“You were incredibly rude at dinner. I’m a paying customer.”
“What?” She turned to face him, expecting to see mockery on his face, but his gaze was fixed on the trail ahead of them.
“I said I agree with you. I was rude. You’re a guest and should be treated with respect. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
Well, that certainly took the wind from her sails. Now what? “Why did you speak to me that way?”
“Because when I get drunk, I can’t control my tongue.” He sighed, glanced sideways with what could almost be called a grin, then turned his attention back to the trail.
“Then perhaps you should refrain from drinking alcohol?”
He chuckled softly. “Right again.”
“I sound like I’m lecturing you. Sorry.”
“No, you’re right. I shouldn’t touch the stuff.” He gave her another sideways glance, this time filled with curiosity. “My turn for a question. Why did you come on this vacation?”
Abigail was grateful for the dim light, and the fact her sudden flush could be attributed to the cold. “I told you at dinner. Sharon enjoyed it.”
“But that’s not why you came. I want to know what Abigail Emily Cosslin expected from this trip.”
Shit. She’d walked right into this one. If she evaded his question, she’d come across as rude and bitchy. Plus she’d already nailed him for not responding to direct questions, and here she was doing the same thing.
“Sharon’s description sounded intriguing.”
“What specifically intrigued you?”
“I’d rather not say.” Coward.
She’d expected Zach to keep pushing, but instead he settled back against the leather bench. Abigail would never admit this to him, but it was quite breathtaking out here. The torches cast enough warmth to make the ride comfortable, and the pines sighed and whispered in the soft breeze. Bells jingled softly on the sleigh as they rode. With any other man, this would be incredibly romantic.
Their legs touched as the horse trotted along. There was no room to inch away. Abigail tried not to notice the way his thigh muscles flexed each time he shifted his weight. The smell of apples and cinnamon was stronger now, and she wondered if that was because of the night air. When she realized she no longer felt chilled to the bone, a sudden ripple of alarm sent a shiver through her.
Men didn’t smell like food or have the power to charge the air around them with electricity. They didn’t seduce her with a glance or warm her entire body by their mere presence. Abigail had to admit she hadn’t believed most of the things Sharon had told her about this place. But now that she was here, she had to accept the fact that Sharon might not have been exaggerating.
“Then at least tell me why you were crying at dinner.”
She snapped her gaze to his face. Those pewter eyes held her spellbound, as if she were looking into a pool of shimmering water. The sound of sleigh bells faded into the background as the pool grew larger, promising warmth, peace, and comfort. All she had to do was dive in.