Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Sins of the Angels by Linda Poitevin

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SINS OF THE ANGELS by LINDA POITEVIN

Book Blurb
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A detective with a secret lineage. An undercover Hunter with a bullet-proof soul. And a world made to pay for the sins of an angel…

Homicide detective Alexandra Jarvis answers to no one. Especially not to the new partner assigned to her in the middle of a gruesome serial killer case-a partner who is obstructive, irritatingly magnetic, and arrogant as hell.

Aramael is a Power—a hunter of the Fallen Angels. A millennium ago, he sentenced his own brother to eternal exile for crimes against humanity. Now his brother is back and wreaking murderous havoc in the mortal realm. To find him, Aramael must play second to a human police officer who wants nothing to do with him and whose very bloodline threatens both his mission and his soul.

Now, faced with a fallen angel hell-bent on triggering the apocalypse, Alex and Aramael have no choice but to join forces, because only together can they stop the end of days.

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SINS OF THE ANGELS by LINDA POITEVIN

EXCERPT

Halfway across the office to join the group clustered around Roberts’s door, Alex glimpsed a pinstriped shoulder and her heart skipped another irritating few beats. She paused beside a desk and set down her coffee, and then wiped damp palms, one at a time, against her pants.

He’s just another cop, she told herself. A very hot other cop, maybe, but a cop all the same.

And if Delaney was right about him being her new partner, she’d do well to remember past lessons. She’d done the office romance thing once, and the repercussions had reverberated through her life for nearly a year after the fact. It wasn’t a scenario she was anxious to repeat.

Alex picked up her coffee again, composed her features into what she hoped was professional welcome rather than drooling idolatry, and approached the others. Weaving her way to Roberts’s side, she cleared her throat.

“Jacob Trent?” She smiled. “Alex Jarvis. I understand you’re my new partner.”

Trent turned his head. Cold eyes ran over her and then lifted to meet hers, their depths filled with an intense dislike that bordered on loathing. Alex blinked and took an involuntary step back. What the hell—?

She’d barely registered her new partner’s reaction to her greeting, however, when a shutter came down over his expression, turning it bland. Impersonal.

Trent smiled, reaching out a hand to her. “Detective. Good to meet you.”

Still reeling from what she’d thought she’d seen in his eyes, what she had to have imagined, Alex stared at her new partner’s outstretched hand. She pulled herself together with an effort, dredged up another smile, and reached to accept the handshake.

Her world imploded.

Trent’s hand closed over hers with a surge of power that jolted through her, searing every nerve, every fiber; flooding her with an energy that was not her own, but belonged to her in a way she did not understand. An energy that made her more aware in that instant of Jacob Trent than of life itself. That tried to repel her even as it drew her into its source.

A lightning bolt, Alex thought. I’ve just shaken hands with a lightning bolt.

The grip on her fingers tightened and pain shafted through her bones, and then, after what seemed an eon, Trent released her. The energy did not. It swelled between them, linking them, holding her immobile, squeezing the breath from her lungs.

And then . . . then she saw the wings. Rising from Jacob Trent’s shoulders, spread in fiery, golden glory behind him. Wings, like those of a giant bird.

Or an angel.

The coffee cup dropped from Alex’s hand and shattered across the thinly carpeted floor in a shower of scalding liquid and ceramic shards. All around her, people scurried into action. One called for paper towels, another took her arm and tugged her away from the steaming mess.

In the sea of chaos that surrounded them, that isolated them, Alex looked again into Trent’s eyes. Dark gray and turbulent, like Lake Ontario at the height of an autumn storm, they riveted on hers. Stunned. Disbelieving. Angry.

Earthshakingly angry.

On some instinctive level, Alex thought she should be afraid. Knew anyone else on the receiving end of that fury would have quailed in their shoes. But the quiver running through her—swift, stunning, shockingly familiar—had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with recognition. Alex sucked in a ragged breath, fighting for an existence she sensed being ripped from her.

She might never have seen this man before, but somehow she knew him.

author_photo_red  Meet Linda Poitevin, Author….

Linda Poitevin was born and raised in B.C., Canada’s westernmost province. Growing up in an era when writing was “a nice hobby, dear, but what are you going to do for a living?”, Linda worked at a variety of secretarial jobs before applying to be a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP). Due to an error in measurement, however, she was turned down when she didn’t meet the height requirement of that time. Undeterred, Linda became a civilian member in the force and was a dispatcher for two and a half years, during which time she met her husband, a police officer.

Following their transfer to Ottawa, Linda went on to become a real estate agent and then a human resources consultant before starting a family. She remained a stay-at-home mom, homeschooled her youngest daughter for nine years and, now that she has realized writing can be more than a nice hobby, she continues to live her dream of being a cop vicariously through her characters.

Linda currently lives near Ottawa with her husband, youngest of three daughters, one very large husky/shepherd/Great Dane-cross dog, two cats, a rabbit, and a bearded dragon lizard. When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found in her garden or walking her dog along the river or through the woods.

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**SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:  Linda will give away a signed copy of her book, SINS OF THE ANGELS (available to a winner in Canada or the U.S.) to one of her lucky readers who comments on her Monday Interview or Wednesday Book Bench blogs!!  Don’t miss this chance to read this story!!  Thanks, Linda, for sharing your stories with us!

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3 Responses to Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Sins of the Angels by Linda Poitevin

  1. Anita A says:

    This book sounds wonderful. I can’t wait to read it.

  2. bn100 says:

    Nice excerpt

  3. Mari Collier says:

    It certainly reads better than most I’ve seen in this genre. I’m impressed. The best of luck in sales.

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