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Hi, my name is Shiela Stewart and I write paranormal romance. I am also a demon. Nah, just kidding. I do love to write about them though. In my Demon series its pretty cut and dry. Demon needs love, finds love, turmoil ensues and everything ties up at the end in a nice romantic bow. But I thought to myself, don’t angels need love to. Who would an angel fall for? Of course, the first thing that came to mind was a demon. And what better scenario than have him be partnered with an angel. Decadents 1 Night Stand series is great. The premise is Madame Eve sets couples up on a 1 night stand that leads to a happily ever after ending. The Naughty Angel fit right into that series.

I had so much fun writing this story. I could let my inner demon out with all its naughtiness and toy with a pure as they come angel. Edison Grey is as naughty as they come and refuses to be anything but when he’s pared with Ariel Raine and pure angel. The interaction between these two was a joy to write and I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed creating it.

But before I give you a glimpse into the weirdness of my brain and the story that unfolded I want to invite you to participate in Decadent’s A Buck a Book Win a Nook give away. Yep, they’re giving away a nook, but in order to be eligible, you must follow me, as well as the other authors participating and leave a comment with your name and email address.

Now I give you, The Naughty Angel.

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Even the good turn bad sometimes.

A life of servitude to God has left Ariel Raine feeling worn out. Being an Angel isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. Day in and day out of the same routine tends to get tedious. Wanting some spice in her life, she sets her mind on discovering the allure of a sexual encounter. With the help of Madam Eve and her 1 Night Stand dating services, Ariel is about to have her world rocked.

Only problem is…her match is a demon.

Edison Grey has relied on dating services to claim minions for not only him, but for his master Satan as well. 1 Night Stand just happens to be this week’s preference. No use wasting a good service, Edison decides to have a little fun while he’s at it.

Stripping an angel of her purity is an added bonus.

What happens between Ariel and Edison is a surprise to both. Even with the threat of punishment looming over top of them.


“Stay the night with me.”

Despite the flutter in her heart, she stood her ground. “I will do no such thing.” She wanted to rip his tongue out when he made that infernal clucking noise again. But there was no way she was walking away with him thinking her a coward. She did have pride, after all. “All right. I will stay, but you keep your distance.” She pulled her wings back in and grabbed her bag. She huffed, as she made her way to the sitting area.

“Party pooper. I don’t know about you, but I could use a stiff one,” he said.

“Stiff one?”

His brilliant blue eyes glowed. “A drink, strong drink. Would you care for a stiff one?”

“I don’t drink alcohol.”

“I wasn’t referring to booze that time, sweetie.” He clutched his crotch, his tone mocking her.

“You’re disgusting.” She didn’t know why that surprised her. His kind were vulgar, repulsive, crude, and despicable, just to name a few of their better qualities. Ariel took a seat on the sofa and watched him carefully. She never let her guard down in front of an enemy.

Laughing, he poured his drink then much to her surprise, plopped down beside her. “Should we see what’s on TV?”

“Do as you wish. I have no desire to partake in such mundane festivities.”

“My, that stick up your ass is jammed in there tight.”

“I have no stick up my…derriere, and how dare you insinuate such a thing.”

He patted her leg and made her pulse speed up. “Oh darling, you are too much fun. Okay, let’s see what we have here.”

He selected a channel called Adult Entertainment while she wondered how long she had to stick around to prove her point. He had said all night, but surely an hour was enough. Ariel lifted a magazine from the coffee table and flipped the pages as he perused the selection on the TV screen.

She could admit to herself that she found him attractive, but she couldn’t tell him. His dreamy stare made her heart flutter, not to mention the way it sent moist heat in her loins. Her pulse had quickened when he’d touched her leg. What a horrible creature. He sat on the sofa, staring at the TV. One hand held a glass, which rested on his thigh, the other lay on his crotch. Her mouth watered. His long legs stretched out before him, his feet on the coffee table.

Relaxing, she let her gaze fall to the TV screen. She bolted forward. The male and female actors behaved like wild animals, their hands tearing away the clothing concealing their bodies. “What in the heavens are you watching?”

“It’s called pornography. Damn, that chick has nice tits!”

“That’s repugnant.”

“That’s sex, baby. She’s hot and wet, and I would so love to jam my dick into her.”

She jumped to her feet, repulsed by his comment. “I refuse to be a party to this.” Her rage showed once more when her wings broke loose. Their flapping didn’t deter him from making the clucking noises again. “Stop that!”

“Not going to happen as long as you continue to be such a prude. Sit down and enjoy the show.”

“I will not, and don’t you dare make that infuriating noise again.”

“If it walks like a chick and talks like a chick then it’s a chicken.”

“You’ve spoken the metaphor wrong. It’s a duck, not a chicken.” What a buffoon.

“Semantics.” He began to flap his arms like wings.

“Stop it!” He grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her down onto his lap so quickly she barely had time to think. The warm sensation in her loins struck even harder, and her heart began to hammer. “Release me!” Yet, she remained there, not even trying to break his hold. He pulled her closer so that their chests bumped and his breath scorched her sensitive skin. “Prove you’re not a prude. Watch the show with me.”

She planted a hand on his chest. “It’s disgusting.”

He held it securely in place “That’s what you came here to do, is it not?”

She hissed at him. He bared his long fangs. His eyes glowed the translucent blue of ice-capped mountains under a full, glittering moon. So dangerous, yet she found herself drawn to him. She couldn’t explain it, but she suddenly felt compelled to look at his mouth. . She licked her lips and sucked in a breath when he did the same. Then reality struck and reminded her that he happened to be a demon. “Fine!” She pushed away and plopped down on the sofa. What nerve.

“Try to control yourself, sweetie.” He rubbed the bulge in his pants, grinning.

“As if.” She huffed. So much for her tryst. She’d been so eager to have a man touch her. Instead, she’d been paired with a…beast.

“I will make you a bet that before this show ends you will plant that sweet, tight ass back on my lap and ride my long, hard cock.”

“You’re a pig.”

Chuckling, he stretched his arms behind his head and turned his attention to the movie.

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