MISSION INEVITABLE, book #3 of Fallen Angel Chronicles, an erotic fantasy series, is published by The Wild Rose Press and released in from The Wilder Roses, the Scarlet Rose line of erotic romance. The book is available in ebook from Amazon and other online vendors.

Fallen Angel, Damian Fontaine was banished from heaven for too often indulging in sex with humans. He has made the best of his eight hundred years on earth by creating missions to help repressed mortals find the sexually fulfilling life that eludes them.

Advertising executive Hayley Vincent believes Ward Dawson, her ridiculously hot best friend and sometimes lover, would be the perfect man if he didn't have a severe case of commitment phobia. She's been in love with him for years. Then a steamy new neighbor moves in across the hall, and she has to wonder if it might be time to move on...or at least try to spark some jealousy and change her status with Ward from friends with benefits to something permanent.

While Damian works toward completing his current mission, he begins to question the meaning of his centuries-old relationship with Rhiannon, a witch with a sexual appetite as veracious as his, and the sudden stirrings of mortal emotions. Has he been on Earth too long or is there more at hand?

G-Excerpt #1: (publisher's excerpt)
PG-Excerpt #2: (Damian's mission)
PG Excerpt #3
R-Excerpt #4
PG-Excerpt #5
G-Excerpt #6
R-Excerpt #7

G-Excerpt #1: (publisher's except)

"So, that's our new neighbor. When did you meet him?"

Hayley made no move to enter her apartment or invite Ward in, a situation that obviously surprised him. Ward and Damian—both very handsome and incredibly sexy, yet very different. Ward took her for granted. Damian seemed thoughtful and considerate. There was one similarity. Ward was an incredible lover, and Damian exhibited every indication of being equally talented.

She quickly dismissed the inappropriate thoughts and returned her attention to Ward's question. "We met at the grocery store today. I was doing some shopping on my lunch hour."

Ward glanced toward Damian's front door. "Seems like a nice enough guy." His words might have been innocent, but she caught the slight edge of irritation in his voice, and for some unknown reason, it pleased her. "What was that he was saying about the tennis court and theater tickets?"

She shot him what could almost be described as a challenging look. "Damian is going to give me some tennis lessons."

"Tennis lessons?" Genuine surprise covered his face. "I told you I'd be glad to teach you how to play."

Hayley wrestled with the nature of the conversation and the slight tension that suddenly filled the air. "Yes. You told me several times, but that's as far as it went. Every time I brought it up, you said you'd teach me, but then you never seemed to have the time. You made it clear you really didn't want to so I finally decided to drop the subject." She paused a moment, then continued. "I know how hectic your schedule is, so this will work out for both of us. I'll finally get my tennis lessons, and you won't need to rearrange your busy schedule just to accommodate me."

Uncertainty darted across his handsome features and clouded his turquoise eyes. She had finally gotten his attention with something.

"I...I didn't realize it was such a pressing matter."

She offered a casual smile. "No problem. Don't worry about it. But since we happen to be discussing tennis, could I borrow one of your rackets?"

He wrinkled his brow into a slight frown as if he didn't comprehend the nature of her question. "Borrow one of my rackets?"

She tilted her head and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Is that a problem? I don't want to invest in a good racket until I have a lesson or two, in case I discover that I don't like tennis as much as I thought I would."

"Uh, no, no problem at all." He paused as if searching for the proper words. "I can teach you to play tennis. You don't need to impose on our new neighbor."

"I didn't ask him. He volunteered. And..." She shot Ward a purposeful look. "He even set a specific day and time, eight o'clock Sunday morning, rather than leaving it as some unspecified future date, a time referred to as sometime." She glanced at her watch and quickly moved to terminate their conversation. "Well, it's late and I'm tired." She extended a friendly smile, but not a personal one. "See you later."

With that, she entered her apartment and left Wade standing all alone in the hall. Guilty pleasure flooded through her. The startled look on his face pleased her. It seemed that she had truly gotten his attention, even if only for the moment.

PG-Excerpt #2: (Damian's mission)

Then, without warning, Ward Dawson suddenly broke off the kiss. "I need to be going, hon. See you later." A quick kiss on each tautly puckered nipple, then he left her apartment.

I need to be going, hon. See you later. The words Hayley Vincent had come to expect. What had become the inevitable conclusion to a night of making love. Even though she had asked on a couple of occasions, he never stayed the entire night. He always had an excuse, usually that he had to be up early the next morning and didn't want to disturb her. How she longed to wake in the morning, wrapped in the security and comfort of his strong arms. It was a fantasy she had come to realize would never be.

She watched him walk out of her bedroom, then closed her eyes. A moment later, she heard the front door close. Confusion mingled with her deepest hidden desires. Myriad thoughts and feelings swirled through her mind before escaping into the universe.

Damian closed his eyes and allowed the waves of energy carrying messages from the universe to wash over him. A young woman in her early thirties, divorced, in love with a man who seemed to view her as only a good friend with no apparent intentions of taking their relationship any farther than what currently existed between them -- friends who enjoyed sex together. Hayley Vincent desperately wanted to have more with him, a loving relationship to last a lifetime, one where they could build a future together.

Damian made the decision to take on her case as his next mission. Unrequited love -- a mission where he didn't need to find that perfect mate. She had already found the man she wanted to spend her life with, the one she deeply loved. Damian needed only to determine that she had chosen a man worthy of her. And if so, his assignment became getting the chosen man to realize she was the perfect woman for him. He already knew Ward Dawson flew jets for a charter company and appeared to be a man of upstanding character. He conveniently lived in the apartment next door to Hayley's in Dallas, Texas.

And equally convenient, the apartment across the hall from her had just become available.

PG Excerpt #3

"I didn’t realize you were involved in another mission."

Damian ran his finger along the edge of Rhiannon's folds while kissing each of her puckered nipples. "I'm not..." He thought of the energy waves that had been reaching out to him from the universe, becoming stronger and clearer with each passing day. "At least, not at the moment, but possibly very soon. I have one I'm considering. Right now, I have business to handle at my island, some real world here and now dealings that require my personal attention."

"I understand."

One of the many things about Rhiannon that he loved -- there was that word again. Why did he insist on using it when he didn't fully comprehend its meaning?

One of the things about Rhiannon that he deeply appreciated was the fact that she really did understand about his missions and priorities. No stupid little human trappings of jealousy, petulance, or unreasonable demands on his time. She allowed him the same freedom he allowed her. She was the perfect woman in every respect. One he didn't want to ever lose.

And once again he contemplated what it would be like to genuinely experience deep human emotions rather than just understanding the concept and occasionally being able to know some casual emotions, ones that weren't considered overwhelming or life changing.

And with a wave of his hand, he returned to his mansion located on his private island set in the blue Caribbean waters.

R-Excerpt #4

Without a word, Damian took Hayley's hand and led her into the bedroom. She quickly undressed without being prompted or encouraged. No pretenses, no games—just mutual desire. The passion glowing in the depths of her eyes told him she had considered and accepted his comments about deserving more than being a standby convenience for Ward Dawson.

Hayley took in the perfection of Damian's body, including the very impressive cock standing at rigid attention. She had always considered Ward's body to be perfection, but now she needed to reconsider that concept. She found everything about Damian to be tempting, a very desirable man. A strong, sculpted body. Mesmerizing emerald green eyes. Soft brown hair. And the sexiest smile she had ever seen. Her breathing increased. She wanted his marvelous cock buried inside her. She needed the orgasm she instinctively knew Damian would provide. An orgasm to replace her desire for Ward. An orgasm to break the emotional hold Ward had on her.

An orgasm that would allow her to move on with her life.

PG-Excerpt #5

Damian threaded his fingers through the silky strands of Rhiannon's raven hair as he lowered his mouth to hers. A tender kiss, a gentle kiss, one filled with his thoughts and the limited level of emotion he was able to recognize. But what did it all mean? And where was it going?

He took her hand and led her into the bedroom. She removed her clothes and stretched out in the middle of the large bed. His gaze traced every delectable curve of her body as he shed his clothes and dropped them on the floor. Every inch of her skin excited him. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever known. In his one thousand one hundred and thirty-four years, he had never encountered anyone like her, anyone more important to him.

She spread her legs, inviting him into her body. He hesitated long enough for a moment of intense eye contact. A strange sensation slowly infused his body, something he didn't recognize. It seemed to be a perplexing combination of feelings he couldn't define and didn't understand. Feelings that left him baffled. He quickly shoved them aside and concentrated on the enticing treat lying beneath him.

Damian stood outside Rhiannon's house. He detected her distress, not fear but a distinct concern and discomfort. He also became aware of Carlos' presence inside the house, his anger, and his aggressive attitude with her. An intense jolt of something charged through Damian's consciousness. He couldn't identify the sensation other than it being somehow familiar. Something from his distant past? Perhaps something human?

He immediately whisked himself inside her house, fully prepared to confront whatever danger existed. He silently materialized behind Carlos, held a moment of eye contact with Rhiannon without Carlos being aware of his presence, then focused on his adversary's thoughts.

Anger filled the room, an anger Carlos directed toward Rhiannon. He believed he had been short changed in their three-way in favor of Damian. He felt she had mistreated him. Carlos remained focused, his anger directed at Rhiannon.

Damian found his behavior totally inappropriate, that of an immature arrogant asshole. As with humans, immortals could also be deplorable in their behavior, and that was how he classified the unlikeable Carlos.

"How dare you treat me like that, like a nobody? I'm a witch of the bloodline. I deserve and demand your respect."

"I don't know what your problem is, Carlos, other than the obvious—you being an arrogant asshole. I'm also a witch of the bloodline, the ancient bloodline. If you want my respect, you have to earn it rather than demand it. Your mere existence doesn't entitle you to anything special, at least not with me."

Intense rage filled the air as Carlos raised his hand in a threatening manner, preparing to strike her. Damian wrapped his fingers around Carlos' wrist. He released his powerful energy as he flung Carlos across the room, sending him crashing into a wall. The shocked expression on Carlos' face said it all when he looked around and found Damian glaring at him, the intensity of the moment sending a harsh and very definite message.

An unaccustomed anger surged through Damian's body. "Don't you ever raise your hand to her again." His words came out low and menacing, leaving no question about his meaning. "If you do, you'll answer to me and let me assure you, I'm someone you don't want as an enemy."

Ward's mouth captured Hayley's with a kiss that started out gentle, a kiss filled with love, one that quickly escalated as the heat of passion claimed them.

He ran his hand up her inner thigh, traced her pussy lips, then stimulated her already engorged clit. Her soft moan of pleasure reached his ears. He worked two fingers into her pussy and began to sensually move them in and out. A body he knew so well suddenly seemed new as if it was their first time together.

Waves of excitement touched every part of him. He had enjoyed plenty of sex over the years, but this stood out as something very special. Something very important. For the first time in fifteen years, he could visualize the future rather than merely a day-to-day existence, and it thrilled him.

Hayley wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked in a manner he always found exciting. His breathing quickened. No one touched him the way she did, both physically and emotionally. She not only physically touched his cock, she had also touched his heart and soul. The sex had always been great, and now it reached new heights with a hidden love finally brought into the open.