Angel Warriors

Mad Blood
Book Three of the Drone Vampire Chronicles
Available April 15 at eXtasy Books

Blurb:
Ever since he’d been released from the paranormal prison that was his home for ten years, all Dante wanted to do was pick up the pieces of his shattered life. Once one the most respected vampires he now is a shell of what he used to be, both emotionally and socially. Taking shelter with a rebel band of Drone Vampires, he has given up any hope of true happiness.

Then when he least expects it he finds himself drawn to another vampire. Young and innocent to his dark desires, it’s the last male Dante ever thought he would want. Not wanting to corrupt another, he tries to deny his true feelings. Then after a few stolen taboo touches Dante knows he can no longer fight the urge to claim his mate.

Excerpt:
Glaring at the restrains, Brenden remembered all the times Dante had made it plain he hated the damn things. Wanting to save him from having to wake up to them if only this one time, he started to unbuckle them. He just made sure to do it quickly before Dahlia could come back in and stop him.
The skin on Dante’s wrists was red where the cuffs had been and Brenden couldn’t resist rubbing the area in an effort to sooth it. After he was done with the hands, he moved to the end of the bed to release his ankles. As soon as he undid the last buckle, he turned to look one last time. Just as he was twisting around, Dante launched from the bed with a vampire speed.
Even if Brenden had wanted to fight back, he wouldn’t have stood a chance. Dante was way too strong and quick. Before he had a chance to fully realize what was going on, Brenden found himself pinned to the wall. Dante had a hand fisted in the front of his shirt and their faces were only inches apart.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dante asked, his voice harsh and raw.
“I know you hate the restraints so I thought I would get rid of them for you.” Stupidly, Brenden was torn between fear and ball-numbing desire. While he should have been thinking of a way to escape before Dante tore him apart, all he could think about was how good it felt to have the male’s body pressed against him.
“I’m not talking about the goddamn restraints.” Dante gave a malicious smile that showed off his huge fangs.
Brenden felt his own incisors grow in response. “I was just checking your injuries.” The lie sounded weak to his ears.
“Bullshit.” Dante leaned in even closer and his breath fanned over Brenden’s neck.
“Fuck,” Brenden whispered as his cock grew so hard it hurt. His hands shot out and grabbed two fistfuls of Dante’s shirt, but it wasn’t to push him away, it was to bring him closer.
“Am I scaring you?” Dante’s tongue darted to lick ever so briefly.
Brenden shuddered in response. “No.”
“Then why are you trembling?” Dante leaned in closer and his pelvis bumped against Brenden’s erection.
Brenden closed his eyes with an embarrassed groan. So much for keeping his little fledging-like crush secret. His dick just announced it for him.


Stephani Hecht
A little nice and a lot of naughty.
www.stephanihecht.com
www.extasybooks.com

I know I haven't been around lately, but something real bad happened to my family. I can't go into details right now, all I can say is things will never be the same for us again. It's tearing all of us apart, even Michael is a mess. I just know I have to find a way to fix it or...crap, I don't even want to think of what will happen if I can't make things better.

-Cam

Let the leering begin! Have fun on your mission, you pompous jackass. I may or may not be waiting for you when you get back.

-Heather

I am not jealous. I just think it's my duty to look out for you since you are under my family's protection. Fine, post the picture, see if I care. I don't have time for this crap, I have a mission to go on and I'm already running late,thanks to you. Just don't come crying to me when some archangels start leering at you.

-Derel

If I didn't know better I would say that you were, dare I say, jealous? By the way, that's your shirt I'm wearing.

-Heather

You're wearing nothing but a shirt and your smile. Have you lost your mind along with your pants?

-Derel

What's the big deal? And who in the hell made you the boss of me?

-Heather

I just saw the pic that you're planning on using for the website and there is no way in hell it's going up.

-Derel

Cam has been really busy with all of his empath leader stuff, so I thought I would post a message in his place. Now when I mean he's been busy, what I mean is he never gets a moment to himself lately. With all the crap that's been going on with the justice council breathing down our necks, Ana hooking up with the Destroyer and then all the empaths coming to him with their problems, he's lucky if he has time to eat or sleep for a few hours.

Things have just been going ducky for me, though. Now that Tif and I are on much, much friendlier terms, I have a new appreciation for healers. In fact, I've been trying to think of new and imaginative ways to get injured, just so I can spend a few moments alone with her.

-Bear

I know it's been a while since I posted, but Uncle Mike has kept me busy. He seems to think that if he keeps his Cammie occupied, he will be a good little angel. LOL We all know that's not true. I still managed to slip away so I could do some patrolling with Abdiel the other night. It was just like the good old days, before all this crap was thrown at me. Then it happened.

I found a demon and it wasn't just any demon. It was one of the guards from my time in Hell. As soon as I saw that monster's dark face, with its gnarled teeth and snout-like nose, I remembered him. I also remembered all the tortures and beatings I took in that prison cell. It must have remembered me too because it rasped out, "You."

"Yes, me in the flesh," I responded as I clutched my long sword tighter. Abdiel was in the next alley over, but I made no move to call him. I wasn't quite sure what the demon was going to say next and there were some secrets from Hell not even Abdeil knew about. I wanted to keep it that way too.

The demon stared at my sword with it's beady red eyes and asked, "Will you have mercy on me and end my suffering?"

That's when I noticed all the wounds littering the creature's body. It looked as if something had started to chew on it a while before spitting it back out. I had seen some pretty serious stuff before, but even my stomach rolled at the sight. The demon slumped to the ground and seemed to curl into itself as it let out whimpers of pain.

As an empath, I couldn't help but absorb its suffering and my hands stared to shake as I raised the sword up to strike. Right as I brought down the blade, I head it whisper, "Thank you."

The thing that has been nagging me since this happened was, did I do this out of mercy or did I do it so it couldn't spill my secrets?


-Cam

Things are hopping here in Detroit tonight and it's not because of the demons for once. The Detroit Red Wings won the Stanley Cup. Since I was out patrolling and Michael wouldn't let me call in sick, I missed the game. For some reason, he doesn't think that the most important hockey game of the year is reason enough to shirk your duties. I did record it though, so I can watch it tomorrow.

But you should see the city. Everyone is happy and the excitement is so thick that you can almost taste it. You don't have to be an empath to share in the humans happiness either. For the first times in weeks, I can actually smile.

-Cam

I visited my mother the other day and as I watched her sitting there, just a shell of her former self, a thought occurred to me. Why in the hell do I do bother anymore? I know that since I was trained since the day I was born to be an angel warrior, I shouldn't even be thinking thoughts like that, but I find myself wondering that more and more each day.

I know that we have to stop the demons from taking over the world and killing the humans. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to give up to them. That would be bad, really bad, I get it. It's the whole empaths always being the ones that have to sacrifice thing. First, we're the ones in constant danger of overloading and going catatonic, and now we have to worry about demon's blood poisoning us. Someone needs to stand up to the justice council for empaths and do something before all of us are in the same hospital as my mother. It had better be sooner than later too. I'm living proof to how screwed up an empath can get.

-Cam

It has been way too damn long since I posted a message. Everyone has been asking me how Gabi and Rachael are and I'm afraid that I can't reveal anything just yet. Now, don't look at me like that. I would tell you if I could, but I have been given strict orders to keep my trap shut. If I talk my hockey watching privileges might be taken away and it's playoff season. I would shrivel up and die if I didn't have my Detroit Red Wings fix.

People have been asking about me, too. I can't reveal anything about that either. Frankly, even if I could, I wouldn't. What's going on with me is difficult to explain and I'm not ready to re-open that wound just yet.

Well, gotta go. Abdiel is hounding me to got patrolling and I don't want to piss him off. He's got enough to worry about without adding me to his list.

Mama has found a new home for The Archangel Series so it means that my friends and I can come out to play again. The publisher is eXtasy Books and they already have the first book, Angel Warriors up on the "Coming Soon" page. There will be two shorts, as well. The first is about my good pal Appolion and his encounter with a harpy. The other one is about my brother Case and a succubus. The real shocker is little ol' Bear shows up in that one too. Let me just put it this way, I will never look at Bear the same way again.

Now I hate to post and run, but there are some demons out in the city tonight and I have to go take care of them. Maybe I'll try to find my own succubus.

-Cam

I just went to the new website, www.stephanihecht.com and saw the kick ass picture that you put up of me. Gotta say, I really love it, baby. I like how you used Bunnystick as a base. When I checked out Michael's page, I couldn't help but notice that he refused to answer any questions about who his family is. That is so frigging typical.

Hey, I'm sure that you have all heard by now that the publisher of Angel Warriors closed its doors. Don't worry though, Mama is looking for a new home for all of us. She's still hard at work on my book and she better get it done soon, or else she'll have to answer to me. And we know that nobody wants to have to do that. I bite.

I'm sure you all have some questions since reading Abdiel and Gabi's book. First of all, let's make one thing perfectly clear. If I'd had my way, the damn thing never would have been written. The less you humans know about us angel warriors, the better. But, as usual my sorry ass didn't have any say in the matter. So now my dirty laundry is out there for everyone to oogle at.

Some of you have asked if I'm a demon. No, not exactly. Some have asked if I'm an angel. No, not exactly. Some have even asked if I'm a frigging vampire. No, not exactly. I'm hoping that you're all quick on the uptake and can pick up on the pattern here. I'm something unique. A little of this and a bit of that.

So if you have any more questions, too damn bad. You'll just have to wait until the next book. I have to go now. I have a date with a certain succubus.

-Cam

I have been told that I can talk about a few more things that I've been dying to get off my chest in a couple of more weeks. There are some things that I think need to be cleared up and only I can do that.

On a funnier note, the other night Abdiel, Gabi and I got into a real nasty fight with some demon assassins. It was raining pretty hard, so it kind of reminded me of that movie, Outsiders. You know that scene where they get into the rumble with the Socs and it is pouring out. I know, I'm a big dork. But, what can I say? I really liked that movie the book is pretty damn good too.

-Cam

You know what I am getting sick of? It's the damn looks that everyone keeps sharing. You know the ones. The "He's losing control again," or the, "I can't believe that he did that," looks that everyone keeps shooting behind my back. Sometimes I think that maybe Appolion has the right idea. It would just be easier for everyone if I took off too.

Well the time has come for edits on Angel Warriors. After all the horror stories I've heard from other authors about how their edits went, I was a little nervous. But, I didn't have to worry at all. My editor from StarDust, Traci, is the best. She let me keep all my favorite parts and even had me fix one scene and it is sizzles now. I still can't believe that my book is actually going to be published.
Don't worry, Cam will post again soon. He's just a bit cranky because I've been ignoring his book in order to meet my deadline.

Steph