Fallen angel Adam Blackstone, also known as Adamas the Black Knight, is gorgeous as hell, from which he escaped. Adapting quickly to life on Earth, he builds a new life as the owner of a popular restaurant. Despite being mortal and vulnerable to the earthly dangers, he still thrives. And he is waiting for the meeting that will change his new life.
X-Tilla, the Underworld’s best assassin, follows Adam through a vortex to Earth. He undergoes several changes while in the vortex, just like Adam did before him, and arrives on Earth without memory of his past. He now goes by the name Phoenix Webber and struggles to adapt to life on Earth, not being able to find a sustainable job. That is, until he arrives for an interview and meets Adam by accident.
The two men are strongly attracted to each other. They fall in love, and quickly learn there are obstacles in mortal life to conquer. Phoenix experiences strange dreams and visions until he remembers he followed Adam to Earth to kill him. Realizing every mortal has both a good and a dark side, Phoenix struggles with fear, loyalty, and love. Will he disobey the command to kill Adam? Or will love really conquer all?
He suddenly lunged up in his bed, sweat falling down his face. He looked over at Adam, not believing what he’d seen. He’d been in Hell and had seen a fallen angel by the name of Adamas. Now, in his mind, he superimposed Adamas’s dark good looks over Adam’s and suddenly knew why Adam was so familiar to him. The looks of Adamas were more rugged and darker, and he was built larger, but he was just as beautiful as Adam, and Adam’s body held all the earmarks of the muscled body of the ruthless and dangerous ... Black Knight.
The only thing missing was his large wings, the blue-black color shimmering in the fire that burned all about. His appearance then and now wasn’t identical because of the image change when he passed through the vortex, but it was him. He knew it. With a chill dancing up his spine, he hurried out of the bed and ran to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. By the time he looked at himself in the mirror, his mind was full of all the dirty details.
He didn’t look the same, either.
In Hell, his face was rugged and hard, but in this life his skin was slightly tanned and blended perfectly with his sandy-blond hair. But his blue eyes held secrets. Bad secrets. Deep secrets. Now his lashes were thick and sooty, and when they were closed, they were like a curtain being dropped over his black, cruel soul. He even remembered the many killings he’d committed, and after each one, he’d bellowed out his lusty, bloodcurdling yell, his voice piercing the hot skies of Hades.
“AIIIIEEEEE!”
Oh, God, it was true! He was X-Tilla! Satan’s Assassin! Like Adamas, he was also a fucking killer! When Allocen had heard about Adamas’s escape, he’d sent him into Hell’s savage wilderness to find him and kill him!
He remembered how he felt.
There was fire in his veins.
He was filled with the urgency to find Adamas and cut the wayward angel’s heart out. He wanted nothing more than to hang him from the highest branch of a burned-out tree and leave him there for the dragons to come and feast on, and would have pursued his search after he’d gotten here if he hadn’t lost his memory. Instead, he’d woken up on a beach in a remote part of Coney Island, not knowing who he was or where he’d come from. In spite of his amnesia, slowly things had happened that led him to Adamas, giving him the chance to carry out his purpose. But one thing was wrong.
Damn him for falling in love!
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