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2013 2013 2013 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FU2dOeJKrUE/Uiie2U41F_I/AAAAAAAAFSc/gYYOhC4nyy4/s1600/Angels+Assassin+Master+Cover+800x1200+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FU2dOeJKrUE/Uiie2U41F_I/AAAAAAAAFSc/gYYOhC4nyy4/s1600/Angels+Assassin+Master+Cover+800x1200+(2).jpg" height="400" width="266" /></a></div><u><i><b>Synopsis:</b></i></u><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien is an assassin, a man with no home and a tortured past. Sold into slavery as a young boy, he is trained to kill with cold calculation, without remorse. As a reward for his ruthless success, he is given a chance to earn his freedom from his cruel master. One last mission. One final person to slay… </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady Aurora of Acquitaine is the epitome of purity and goodness, beloved by all her people. She lives her life trying to atone for her mother’s cruelty by being a fair and just ruler. Secretly she fears that one day her mother’s murderer will return for her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When Damien enters Aurora’s life, tempting her with promises of dark passion and forbidden lust, he threatens to tear her peaceful world apart with shadowy secrets of his own.</div><br />Can Aurora’s light heal Damien’s dark spirit or will his evil consume her? The eternal battle of good versus evil, love versus hate, dark versus light, all come to a shattering climax in this historical romance set in medieval England.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr_24WDBSzM/UZ_7h9_kJRI/AAAAAAAAEgg/lIRoFAXkvEU/s1600/excerpt+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr_24WDBSzM/UZ_7h9_kJRI/AAAAAAAAEgg/lIRoFAXkvEU/s1600/excerpt+copy.jpg" height="72" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aurora climbed to her feet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Where is my sword?” Damien demanded, searching the forest floor. He could not look at her. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Here.” It had been hidden beneath the flare of her dress when she was lying down. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien nodded in satisfaction. He picked it up, pausing as he looked into her eyes. They sparkled a pale blue in the moonlight. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aurora stared at him for a long, pensive moment. Then, she dipped her head in thought. The furrows of her brow deepened as her gaze stopped at his thigh, lingering on his wound. “How do you feel?” she asked. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Well enough to see you back to your castle.” He sheathed his weapon and took a step toward Acquitaine. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Damien,” she called. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He hesitated. He didn’t want her to fear him. Would she condemn him now for his violence? The silence stretched. Finally, he turned to her and his breath caught in his throat. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She stood in middle of the forest, bathed in a pool of moonlight. Her blonde hair, loose from any constraints, fell to her waist in thick waves. Her back was straight, her tiny body alluring and curvy and delectable. But it was her eyes that captured his attention. He saw no fear in her eyes. It was concern. Had he mistaken fear for concern? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien had never felt such an overwhelming need for anything in his life. He trembled with his want of her. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A swirl of emotions played over her face. Concern, regret, helplessness. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It took all Damien’s willpower not to go to her and sweep her into his embrace. He didn’t want to scare her. He didn’t want to harm her. He didn’t want to taint her. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I will never leave you,” she finally confessed and tears entered her eyes. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien came toward her then, like a tumultuous storm cloud. “You don’t know what you are saying,” he warned in a savage whisper. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aurora did not run for cover; she did not shrink from his approach. She stared up into his face with those damned clear orbs. And for the briefest of moments, Damien saw himself reflected as she saw him. A hero, a good man. A man worthy of all he could attain. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He stood before her, stunned. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sound of horses thundering through the clearing pounded a warning through the ground. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien grabbed Aurora’s hand in one hand, and drew his sword in the other. He watched the group of men approach through the forest, clumsily maneuvering their steeds through the tight trees. He pulled Aurora behind him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These men were no brigands. They wore heraldry, and while Damien couldn’t be sure, he suspected they were from Acquitaine.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As they drew closer, his suspicions were confirmed. One of them called out, “Lady Aurora!” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien refused to relinquish her. For just one moment, she had been his. And it had been the most glorious moment of his life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Lady Aurora!” another called. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">His time alone with her was over. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I am here,” Aurora called out, a reluctance in her tone. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Four men came forward, three of whom wore red tunics with a white dove embroidered onto it, the symbol of Acquitaine. But the leader wore a different crest. A black lion on a white background. He reached them first, reining his horse to a stop before them. His blonde hair waved gently in the breeze. His dark eyes swept them. “Lady Aurora,” he gasped, dismounting. He brushed his blonde hair aside and knelt before her. Practiced, polished. Fake. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien hated him on sight. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aurora stiffened. She released Damien’s hand and stepped toward the knight. “Count Ormand,” she greeted. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ormand stood and his gaze shifted to Damien with just the right disdainful curl of his lip, then back to Aurora. “I came to rescue you as soon as I heard an attempt was made on your life. Imagine my surprise at finding you gone.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“We were attacked by an assassin. Damien was struck by a poison arrow.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One of Ormand’s eyebrows rose. “Another assassin?” He looked at Damien, then back at Aurora. “Were you hurt, m’lady?” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“No,” she said. “Damien saved me. Again.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ormand looked at Damien. “This must be the amazing Damien.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aurora nodded. “Ormand, this is Damien. Damien, this is Count Ormand.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I am Aurora’s betrothed,” Ormand stated with a slight lifting of his chin so he could stare down at Damien. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Betrothed. The word rang in Damien’s head like a thunderous bell and his teeth clenched. Betrothed. Betrothed. What did it matter? But the word did not stop clanging in his thoughts. Betrothed. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ormand’s pompous stare swept Damien suspiciously from head to foot. “Why is he half naked? And what in heaven’s name were you doing out in the forest knowing that your life is in danger?”</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8hk4Vw-BaLE/UZ_8dWbum5I/AAAAAAAAEgs/ZhYFj_rpnmg/s1600/UpsideDown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8hk4Vw-BaLE/UZ_8dWbum5I/AAAAAAAAEgs/ZhYFj_rpnmg/s1600/UpsideDown.jpg" height="48" width="200" /></a></div><br /><u><i><b>Buy Links:</b></i></u>&nbsp; <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008F4F47M/ref=cm_sw_su_dp" target="_blank">Amazon</a> | <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/angels-assassin-laurel-odonnell/1111868290?ean=2940014644297&amp;itm=9&amp;" target="_blank">Barnes &amp; Noble</a> |<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/177487" target="_blank">Smashwords</a> |&nbsp;<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/angels-assassin/id543948086?mt=11" target="_blank">IBooks</a> |&nbsp; <a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-angel039sassassin-857409-161.html" target="_blank">All Romance Ebooks</a> |&nbsp; <a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/books/Angels-Assassin/yKaJzEKFmUiiK56ecLIOdA" target="_blank">Kobo</a> |&nbsp; <a href="https://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/laurel-o-donnell/angel-s-assassin/_/R-400000000000000754698" target="_blank">Sony&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><b><u><i>Author Links:</i></u></b>&nbsp; <a href="http://www.laurel-odonnell.com/" target="_blank">Website</a> |&nbsp; <a href="https://www.facebook.com/LaurelODonnell.author" target="_blank">Facebook</a> |&nbsp; <a href="http://www.herstorycalls.com/" target="_blank">Blog</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br> 2013 2013 2013 <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FU2dOeJKrUE/Uiie2U41F_I/AAAAAAAAFSc/gYYOhC4nyy4/s1600/Angels+Assassin+Master+Cover+800x1200+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FU2dOeJKrUE/Uiie2U41F_I/AAAAAAAAFSc/gYYOhC4nyy4/s1600/Angels+Assassin+Master+Cover+800x1200+(2).jpg" height="400" width="266" /></a></div><u><i><b>Synopsis:</b></i></u><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien is an assassin, a man with no home and a tortured past. Sold into slavery as a young boy, he is trained to kill with cold calculation, without remorse. As a reward for his ruthless success, he is given a chance to earn his freedom from his cruel master. One last mission. One final person to slay… </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady Aurora of Acquitaine is the epitome of purity and goodness, beloved by all her people. She lives her life trying to atone for her mother’s cruelty by being a fair and just ruler. Secretly she fears that one day her mother’s murderer will return for her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When Damien enters Aurora’s life, tempting her with promises of dark passion and forbidden lust, he threatens to tear her peaceful world apart with shadowy secrets of his own.</div><br />Can Aurora’s light heal Damien’s dark spirit or will his evil consume her? The eternal battle of good versus evil, love versus hate, dark versus light, all come to a shattering climax in this historical romance set in medieval England.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr_24WDBSzM/UZ_7h9_kJRI/AAAAAAAAEgg/lIRoFAXkvEU/s1600/excerpt+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr_24WDBSzM/UZ_7h9_kJRI/AAAAAAAAEgg/lIRoFAXkvEU/s1600/excerpt+copy.jpg" height="72" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aurora climbed to her feet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Where is my sword?” Damien demanded, searching the forest floor. He could not look at her. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Here.” It had been hidden beneath the flare of her dress when she was lying down. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien nodded in satisfaction. He picked it up, pausing as he looked into her eyes. They sparkled a pale blue in the moonlight. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aurora stared at him for a long, pensive moment. Then, she dipped her head in thought. The furrows of her brow deepened as her gaze stopped at his thigh, lingering on his wound. “How do you feel?” she asked. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Well enough to see you back to your castle.” He sheathed his weapon and took a step toward Acquitaine. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Damien,” she called. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He hesitated. He didn’t want her to fear him. Would she condemn him now for his violence? The silence stretched. Finally, he turned to her and his breath caught in his throat. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She stood in middle of the forest, bathed in a pool of moonlight. Her blonde hair, loose from any constraints, fell to her waist in thick waves. Her back was straight, her tiny body alluring and curvy and delectable. But it was her eyes that captured his attention. He saw no fear in her eyes. It was concern. Had he mistaken fear for concern? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien had never felt such an overwhelming need for anything in his life. He trembled with his want of her. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A swirl of emotions played over her face. Concern, regret, helplessness. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It took all Damien’s willpower not to go to her and sweep her into his embrace. He didn’t want to scare her. He didn’t want to harm her. He didn’t want to taint her. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I will never leave you,” she finally confessed and tears entered her eyes. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien came toward her then, like a tumultuous storm cloud. “You don’t know what you are saying,” he warned in a savage whisper. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aurora did not run for cover; she did not shrink from his approach. She stared up into his face with those damned clear orbs. And for the briefest of moments, Damien saw himself reflected as she saw him. A hero, a good man. A man worthy of all he could attain. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He stood before her, stunned. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sound of horses thundering through the clearing pounded a warning through the ground. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien grabbed Aurora’s hand in one hand, and drew his sword in the other. He watched the group of men approach through the forest, clumsily maneuvering their steeds through the tight trees. He pulled Aurora behind him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These men were no brigands. They wore heraldry, and while Damien couldn’t be sure, he suspected they were from Acquitaine.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As they drew closer, his suspicions were confirmed. One of them called out, “Lady Aurora!” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien refused to relinquish her. For just one moment, she had been his. And it had been the most glorious moment of his life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Lady Aurora!” another called. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">His time alone with her was over. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I am here,” Aurora called out, a reluctance in her tone. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Four men came forward, three of whom wore red tunics with a white dove embroidered onto it, the symbol of Acquitaine. But the leader wore a different crest. A black lion on a white background. He reached them first, reining his horse to a stop before them. His blonde hair waved gently in the breeze. His dark eyes swept them. “Lady Aurora,” he gasped, dismounting. He brushed his blonde hair aside and knelt before her. Practiced, polished. Fake. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damien hated him on sight. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aurora stiffened. She released Damien’s hand and stepped toward the knight. “Count Ormand,” she greeted. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ormand stood and his gaze shifted to Damien with just the right disdainful curl of his lip, then back to Aurora. “I came to rescue you as soon as I heard an attempt was made on your life. Imagine my surprise at finding you gone.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“We were attacked by an assassin. Damien was struck by a poison arrow.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One of Ormand’s eyebrows rose. “Another assassin?” He looked at Damien, then back at Aurora. “Were you hurt, m’lady?” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“No,” she said. “Damien saved me. Again.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ormand looked at Damien. “This must be the amazing Damien.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aurora nodded. “Ormand, this is Damien. Damien, this is Count Ormand.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I am Aurora’s betrothed,” Ormand stated with a slight lifting of his chin so he could stare down at Damien. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Betrothed. The word rang in Damien’s head like a thunderous bell and his teeth clenched. Betrothed. Betrothed. What did it matter? But the word did not stop clanging in his thoughts. Betrothed. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ormand’s pompous stare swept Damien suspiciously from head to foot. “Why is he half naked? And what in heaven’s name were you doing out in the forest knowing that your life is in danger?”</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8hk4Vw-BaLE/UZ_8dWbum5I/AAAAAAAAEgs/ZhYFj_rpnmg/s1600/UpsideDown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8hk4Vw-BaLE/UZ_8dWbum5I/AAAAAAAAEgs/ZhYFj_rpnmg/s1600/UpsideDown.jpg" height="48" width="200" /></a></div><br /><u><i><b>Buy Links:</b></i></u>&nbsp; <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008F4F47M/ref=cm_sw_su_dp" target="_blank">Amazon</a> | <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/angels-assassin-laurel-odonnell/1111868290?ean=2940014644297&amp;itm=9&amp;" target="_blank">Barnes &amp; Noble</a> |<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/177487" target="_blank">Smashwords</a> |&nbsp;<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/angels-assassin/id543948086?mt=11" target="_blank">IBooks</a> |&nbsp; <a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-angel039sassassin-857409-161.html" target="_blank">All Romance Ebooks</a> |&nbsp; <a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/books/Angels-Assassin/yKaJzEKFmUiiK56ecLIOdA" target="_blank">Kobo</a> |&nbsp; <a href="https://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/laurel-o-donnell/angel-s-assassin/_/R-400000000000000754698" target="_blank">Sony&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><b><u><i>Author Links:</i></u></b>&nbsp; <a href="http://www.laurel-odonnell.com/" target="_blank">Website</a> |&nbsp; <a href="https://www.facebook.com/LaurelODonnell.author" target="_blank">Facebook</a> |&nbsp; <a href="http://www.herstorycalls.com/" target="_blank">Blog</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br>2013 2013 2013 <br> <a href="http://www.matrixar.com/" title="Matrix ">المصفوفة : أجمل الخلفيات والصور</a>

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