REVIEW & RELEASE DAY: The Reaper's Mate by Celia Aaron
This job. Boring is too colorful a word for it. I’ve been escorting humans to the afterlife for millennia. I’m over it.
But when you’re the son of the two greatest reapers of all time, reaping is in your blood. My latest appointment is with one Annabelle Lyric, a twenty-eight year old New Orleans party planner. Snoozefest.
But there is one bonus to this assignment: it’s Halloween night. In New Orleans. And she’s attending a posh party whilst unaware of her impending demise.
I’ve been tasked with taking Annabelle’s soul right after the masked ball.
The good news? I’ll fit right in with all the costumed partygoers.
The bad news? That hits me when I realize Annabelle is much more than my next victim, she’s my fated mate.
REVIEW
It always amazes me how, no matter how short a Celia Aaron book is, you never feel like you miss out on anything! Yes I would LOVE it to be longer, but it packs in so much detail, you are still sucked in straight away.
Never did I think I would want to get my soul taken so badly! Matthieu is just heavenly! Tall, dark, handsome, sexy, says all the right things. Like a man sent from God!
I would love more of these characters. Annabelle is sassy, I just loved her and Matt as a couple from the get go. Matt's strength and masculinity mixed in with absolute adoration for her is so adorable and HOT.
If this is the standard of Halloween themed short romances from Celia Aaron, then I want Halloween every day!
Matthieu, you are welcome to come and suck my soul any day!
EXCERPT
"I’m going to claim you now, angel.” He pushes back from the bed and stands. With his gaze firmly on me, he unbuttons his black pants, revealing more of his pale skin and the tantalizing trail of dark hair. When he pushes his pants to the floor, my eyes grow wide. His cock is thicker than anything I’ve ever had before. A swirl of fear is tempered by the rush of desire his naked form creates in me. He is a living statue, perfect, hard, and masculine. And I’m just … me.
I glance down at my body, and the difference hits me hard.
“What is that?” He stares at the air around me. “Why are you unhappy?”
“How?” I cock my head at him. “How can you tell?”
“Your aura changes. Have I displeased you?”
“Displeased me? No. You were, that was … you were amazing. It’s just that I’m not…” I can’t figure out how to say what I’m feeling, and I start to slide my legs closed as embarrassment creeps in.
He’s on top of me before I move an inch. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now. You are my beautiful, perfect angel.”
I see no duplicity in his eyes, only warmth. His words instill a confidence in me that I’ve never experienced. I run my palm down his cheek and press my lips to his. He kisses back with so much emotion that I can’t catch my breath. Goodbye heart.
“I want you, too.” I close my eyes and try to inject confidence into my words. “I want you to claim me, like you said. Make me yours.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark.
Thanks for reading.
