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Tuesday 24 November 2015

Release Day : Astaroth


Abigale Colebrook married a man she thought would sweep her off her feet and into
the lap of luxury. Only, the man he portrayed was very different from the man he 
really was. Dark secrets lay within the Colebrook Estate and she finds herself being 
used as nothing more than a pawn in Lairds' sick games. 

That is, until a handsome stranger rings their doorbell.  

He was sent by Pesta to meet Laird Colebrook and locate the legendary statue of 
Asher and Faye, but no relic could compare to the blonde beauty that swept into his 
heart. 

The moment he laid eyes on Abigale Colebrook, he knew he had to have her. And the 
moment he kissed her, he knew no one would get in his way. It didn’t matter that 
her husband was the very man he came to do business with, the very man who 
controlled her every move.

He was Astaroth, one of the seven princes of the underworld, commander of forty 
legions, and the leader of the seven armies--no one could take from him what he 
desired.

Title : Astaroth (Harbinger Novella #2)
Release Date : 24 November 2015
Genre : Paranormal Erotica
Author : Jennifer Field
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EXCERPT 

She broke their kiss and tried to pull back to look into his amazing eyes, but he
pulled her head into his chest and kissed her hair. He held her so tightly, she could
barely breathe.

“Do you still trust me?” he whispered, his lips never leaving her head, his hold not
allowing her to move. He felt the slightest nod of her head and his arms fell to his
side, freeing her from his grasp.

Abby’s body shot straight up, a look of anger on her face. She obviously hadn’t liked
not being able to move, but it had been his only option. Slowly, he saw the change in
her features as her brain began to register she was no longer safely in her bed. Her
eyes darted around Roth’s bedroom, from the ancient wall sconces burning on the
stone walls to the heavy drapes hanging on his ten foot windows.

“Where…how…where?” she asked, her eyes moving back to his.

He rested his hands on her hips, feeling her entire body tremble. What had he done?

“We’re in my bedroom.”

She scurried away from him and off the bed. Standing on shaky legs, she stumbled
away from Roth, her brain trying to process what had just happened. One minute,
she was in her room, and the next, she wasn’t sure.

A knock at the door distracted her from her obvious hallucination.

“Go away!” Roth’s deep and powerful voice yelled a moment too late. Sheer panic
overtook her as a large boar-like creature stepped into the room. Her scream of
terror probably resonated throughout all of the Underworld as her shaky legs
collapsed beneath her. Roth’s movement from the bed couldn’t have been seen with
the human eye, and his muscular arms caught her before she could even hit the
ground.

“I said go away and don’t disturb me again or I’ll have your head on a spike!” He
cradled her delicate body in his arms and carried her to a black leather chaise near
the window. Kneeling beside her, he lovingly brushed her blonde hair away from
her face and softly kissed her temple. “N’anya, Abby, wake up.”

After a few moments, her eyes fluttered, and for a moment, a sweet smile came
across her face. Then, the look he dreaded—fear and hatred shadowed her beautiful
blue eyes. “What are you?”

He kept his voice just above a whisper as he spoke. “I’m Astaroth, one of the seven
princes of the Underworld, commander of forty legions, and the man who’s in love
with you.”


About The Author


She currently lives in Western Massachusetts and has a love for adventure that 
makes her who she truly is. As an avid mountain climber & hiker it is not unusual for 
her to be hanging off of a 5.9 in the Adirondacks or the Shawangunk Mountain 
ranges. During the off-season of climbing, also known as winter, she attends the 
New England Center for Circus Arts where she studied static trapeze (think Cirque 
rather than Circus).

She’s an only child so has her mother to thank for her over active imagination and 
knack for storytelling. Over the years she's written several short stories of the 
"naughty" nature. But had never envisioned herself as a writer. Just someone who 
enjoyed telling a steamy story from time to time.


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