{"product_id":"2940151589574","title":"Fallen Justice","description":"Book Main Description: \u003cbr\u003eDagon is a fallen Archangel. When he fled Hell, he took along his soul killing sword of Hellfire. After centuries with his sword, Dagon has it stolen, causing him to descend into a whirling madness.\u003cbr\u003e Gina Marcos has just found her grandmother and now is forced to bury her. The murder of the ex-nun comes to the attention of the church and they ask the Fallen Angels to investigate. Gina, and her many secrets, finds it necessary to coexist with Dagon and his roommates.\u003cbr\u003e As the investigation into Sister Mary Ruth's death continues, Gina and Dagon enter into a dangerous relationship. And if Gina's past doesn't come between them, then Dagon's madness surely will.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReader Alert! \u003cbr\u003eInsanity. The Devil's children. Love. Lust. Be prepared...this is not a love story for the faint of heart. It does not fit a mold. Dagon's madness sparks an anger and rage most women would run from. Ah, but be patient, Dagon may win it all in the end...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo My Readers: \u003cbr\u003eThank you for coming along on another of Fallen's wild rides. This book features Dagon, our insane hero, and the object of his lust, Gina. Enjoy Dagon and Gina's story--there might be a surprise or two!\u003cbr\u003eAbout the Author: Monica Owens is originally from Wisconsin and moved to Texas over ten years ago with her husband. Her imagination keeps her busy with the stories of the Fallen Angels and the popular Jillian Christie books. She is happy to call Red Sage home!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBook Excerpt:\u003cbr\u003e Prologue\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sister Mary Ruth settled down into her recliner, a bowl of popcorn clutched in her arms. The television came to life after she arranged herself and her snack. Wind swirled outside her tiny apartment and the television program flickered in and out. She tossed a blanket over her legs as the chill outside permeated through her thin windows.\u003cbr\u003e A floor board creaked.\u003cbr\u003e Sister Mary Ruth looked toward the corner where the noise had come from. She strained to see into the darkness, but her dull eyes could make out nothing but blackness. Settling again, she returned her attention back to her television program. \u003cbr\u003e Another creak.\u003cbr\u003e This time, Sister Mary Ruth sat up straighter. This time, Sister Mary Ruth was alarmed. \u003cbr\u003e She clicked the television to mute and set the popcorn aside. Since leaving the convent several years before, her biggest fear had been being found. It broke her heart to leave her sisters, her faith. But to keep those sisters safe...\u003cbr\u003e \"Who's there?\" She whispered.\u003cbr\u003e The next creak accompanied a tall, male figure emerging from the shadows. She drew in a breath, held it. Terror gripped her. She knew why this man was here. Why, oh, why hadn't she agreed to stay in the house with her employers? They had offered. She had turned them down. Repeatedly. And now here was her worst nightmare.\u003cbr\u003e \"Good evening, Sister.\"\u003cbr\u003e She meant to correct him, tell him she was an ex-nun, but the words froze on her tongue as he got closer to her. People still called her Sister out of respect, but how could this man respect her when he was, no doubt, sent to kill her?\u003cbr\u003e Calmly, she folded her hands in front of her. She would not go kicking and screaming. Death would come to her with dignity. That did not mean she had to make small talk with him. Pretend that something other than Death would be her outcome.\u003cbr\u003e \"You know why I'm here,\" he said. As he came closer, she saw the slash across his throat, heard the rasp in his voice. At some time he had suffered a nearly deadly blow that had, for the most part, destroyed his vocal cords. Interesting that he should be the one to come looking for answers.\u003cbr\u003e \"I do.\" She said softly. Sister Mary Ruth had never been a boisterous woman. For that reason she believed she was singled out so long ago. Terrorized then as they attempted to terrorize now.\u003cbr\u003e He pulled up the coffee table to her chair and gracefully lowered his big frame down. He loomed close to her, attempting to intimidate her. But Sister Mary Ruth was not intimidated. She knew Death would arrive in a handsome package. In fact, now that it was here, she felt the fear bleed out of her. She had come full circle. The end was upon her and there was no circumventing it.\u003cbr\u003e \"I have questions for you, Sister Mary Ruth.\"\u003cbr\u003e She could not tear her eyes from him. Would not. It might make it harder to kill her. \"You do?\"\u003cbr\u003e \"I would appreciate answers, so that I don't have to hurt you.\"\u003cbr\u003e She said nothing.\u003cbr\u003e He waited, for her fear surely, given that he sniffed the air between them. Since there was no more fear in her, she wasn't worried.\u003cbr\u003e \"You've been running a long time.\"\u003cbr\u003e \"Not running,\" she countered. \"Just living.\"\u003cbr\u003e He gazed around her tiny apartment. \"This doesn't look like","brand":"Red Sage Publishing, Incorporated","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47110148227312,"sku":"2940151589574","price":4.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940151589574_p0.jpg?v=1764012194","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940151589574","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}