Despite a major setback, Lucifer has no time to feel sorry for himself. Running Hell is a monumental task, even though he’s taken steps to modernize it with technology like closed-circuit cameras and security systems.
As he struggles with his infernal issues, an unannounced visitor threatens to break his black heart. Lucifer hasn’t seen Uriel since his Fall, but he remembers how much he loved Uriel and how betrayed he felt when Uriel didn't stand with him during the War.
Uriel has been sent to inspect the changes Lucifer has made and report back to Heaven. Lucifer has no choice but to give Uriel a guided tour of the Nine Circles, and all the feelings come rushing back.
Uriel hasn't forgotten Lucifer either, and they pick up where they left off—with enough sizzle to rival the hottest of hell's fires. But their reunion will be short-lived, unless Uriel relinquishes his halo—which Lucifer is unwilling to let him do.
First Edition published by Torquere Press, 2008.
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Tams gives this one 5 Stars...
Lucifer and Uriel were lovers, before the fall. In fact, it was Lucifer's love for Uriel that started it all. Fed up with playing second fiddle to man kind, God's precious creation, and having to play down his affections for Uriel, Lucifer incited the war that led to his fall. Centuries later he's still raw about it all when he receives a surprise guest just in time for Christmas.
Short, sexy and steamy... my three favorite colors! I really enjoyed this book, the way the author put her own spin on the circles of hell, the reason for the fall/war and the way things have spiraled out of control within modern day religions and such. It's hard to put too much down in a review without giving too much away, it is a novella after all. Let's just say it's very well written and conveyed, I laughed so hard a couple of times, but there was a hefty amount of sensuality and prowess in the story as well.
“I trust you’re not here to make idle chitchat.” Lucifer set his jaw and ignored his traitorous body. “What do you want?”
Uriel glanced around the room, refusing to be hurried or harried, which irritated Lucifer even more. “Is there somewhere we can talk privately? It’s a little… stuffy in here.” Uriel slipped one of his long, slender fingers into the neckline of his robe and tugged it away from his throat.
Lucifer snorted ungraciously. “We’re not built for comfort down here, Uriel. Tell me why you’ve come, and then you can go right the fuck back Upstairs, where the air is clean and the shit don’t stink.”
Uriel had the audacity to laugh. “You’re still as sarcastic as ever. I’ve missed your sense of humor, Luce.”
“Do you see me laughing? I mean it, Uriel. Spit it out. I know you’re not here because the holidays made you nostalgic. I’m busy and have better things to do than chew the fat with you.”
“I can’t, Luce, not here. I need to talk to you alone.”
“You can tell me now, or not tell me at all. It’s your choice.” Lucifer glared at him, refusing to let their history together influence him. Heaven was hitting below the belt by sending Uriel to him. It was a dirty trick, and he didn’t appreciate it at all, particularly since he didn’t understand why Heaven would go to the trouble. He refused to admit how good it was to see Uriel, even if the memory of their parting still stung.
Uriel’s expression grew sober, his wings sagging a bit. “Please, Luce? It’s really important—you know I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t.”
Lucifer stifled a startled gasp. There was a pleading note in Uriel’s voice, which was odd enough, but worse, he swore he saw something in Uriel’s beautiful eyes that he’d never seen before. It was elusive, there one second and gone the next, but he recognized it for what it was: fear.
What in the Universe did an archangel have to fear?
He nodded slowly, not even understanding himself why he was giving in. He’d get to the bottom of it soon enough. For now, regardless of how badly Uriel had hurt him before, or how many eons had passed since Lucifer last saw him, all he wanted was to erase the fear from Uriel’s eyes and see him smile one more time.
Afterward, he promised himself he would kick Uriel’s sweet ass all the way back Upstairs and leave him there with Lucifer’s indelible footprint stamped for all time on Uriel’s perfectly shaped rump.
“Follow me.” He turned and led Uriel back toward the hallway. “And don’t touch the sinners. I don’t want them contaminated by your goodness and light,” he couldn’t resist adding with a sneer.