From New York Times **and USA Today bestselling author Larissa Ione, comes HAWKYN, a passionate and spellbinding novella from the Demonica Underworld Series, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights! Grab your copy today!**

About HAWKYN:

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Larissa Ione comes a new story in her Demonica Underworld series…

As a special class of earthbound guardian angel called Memitim, Hawkyn is charged with protecting those whose lives are woven into the fabric of the future. His success is legendary, so when he’s given a serial killer to watch over, he sees no reason for that to change. But Hawkyn’s own future is jeopardized after he breaks the rules and rescues a beautiful woman from the killer’s clutches, setting off an explosive, demonic game of cat and mouse that pits brother against brother and that won’t end until someone dies.

Aurora Mercer is the half-wytch lone survivor of a psychopath who gets off on the sadistic torture of his victims. A psychopath whose obsessive psyche won’t let him move on until he kills her. Now she’s marked for death, her fate tied to that of a murderer…and to a sexy angel who makes her blood burn with desire…

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REVIEW

I received an e-ARC in exchange for an honest review.

I never stop to carve more of the world Larissa Ione has made! Her novellas after the ending of the main series focus on separate pairs with some cameo appearances of the first characters. Hawkyn is a Menitim tasked to watch over humans who play a crucial role in the world. Even when he has to watch over a serial killer. But when he saves a witch from the killer, he and Aurora will have more to deal with than the broken rules.

The pair was funny and the dialogue was easy to follow. I liked the dictionary of terms at the beginning of the book, which reminded me of the rules and the existing classes and characters. And without spoilers, this was a very, very enjoyable read!

EXCERPT

“Hey,” Hawkyn said through clenched teeth. “Nice security system you’ve got here.
Could do without the electrical current frying my insides, though.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t meant for you.” She closed her eyes and concentrated on the low-level vibration emanating from the trap she’d set. An invisible thread of energy, much like a power cord, stretched from her to the protective bubble around the house, and with a whispered command, “Rojalis,” it snapped.
Instantly, Hawkyn relaxed, taking in gulps of air, his broad chest heaving under his black turtleneck and leather jacket. Damn, he was magnificent, his long, lean thighs encased in dark jeans that bunched around well-used combat boots. She never would have guessed he was an angel, but damn, it was a good look, and despite the horror of the past days, her body grew uncomfortably warm.
Damn her succubus genes.
“That was unpleasant,” he said in a deep, husky voice that turned up the temperature even more, “and I’m an angel. What the hell would happen to a human who got caught in your trap?”
“A good human?” She shrugged. “Nothing. The trap was calibrated for evil.” She paused, an icy finger of fear poking her in the libido, and she took a casual step back in case she needed to slam the door in his face. “Um, if you’re an angel, why would it snare you?”
“Long sto—”
“Don’t,” she broke in with a wag of her finger. “Don’t even go there.”
One blond eyebrow arched high, and she suspected he wasn’t used to being cut off.
“Okay, short story it is.” He jammed his hands in his jacket pockets. “My dad is evil. Sort of.”
Well, that wasn’t expected. “Isn’t your dad, uh, God?”
“No.”
“All right, then. I have a lot to learn.” She gestured in invitation. “Want to come in?
Do you need permission?”
One corner of his mouth tipped up in amusement. “I’m an angel, not a vampire from some campy movie.” His voice, just like at the hospital, was so whiskey smooth she thought she could get drunk from merely listening to him.
“Well, you do have fangs,” she pointed out, feeling a little foolish.

About Larissa Ione: Larissa Ione is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. An Air Force veteran, she traded in a career as a meteorologist to pursue her passion of writing. She now spends her days in pajamas with her computer, strong coffee, and supernatural worlds. She believes in celebrating everything, and would never be caught without a bottle of Champagne chilling in the fridge…just in case. She currently lives in Wisconsin with her U.S. Coast Guard husband, her teenage son, a rescue cat named Vegas, and her very own hellhound, a King Shepherd named Hexe.