THE DEAL. Book I of THE FALLEN ANGEL SERIES fantasy thrillers by SCCunningham.

Addictive adrenaline-rush detective thrillers. Redeeming ex-cons and avenging angels dish justice on those who slip through law enforcement fingers. Not your normal angels the fallen dislike rules, have s*ex in the skies, destroy the heaven-hell balance, kill more than they save, and upset bosses. At risk of being thrown below ground, they have to ask themselves, are erthfolk worth it?

THE FALLEN ANGEL SERIES is a raw, edgy, suspenseful, fast-paced, action-packed, at times funny, sexy, roller-coaster ride, dishing just deserts on present-day villains with an air-punching 'Yes!' From British crime investigator and author SCCunningham.

THE FALLEN ANGEL SERIES
The Deal, Karma, The Calling, Already Dead, They Know, Conscious.

REVIEWS
'What if all we know about good and evil is only the surface of the truth?'
"It has a Warehouse 13, Reaper, Fringe, Torchwood, Heroes, Shadow Hunters, Women of the Otherworld, and Breakout Kings vibe."
'A special team guards us, but they don't look and act like you'd think.'
'There is romance and it's definitely of the sizzling variety with very hot chemistry.'
'It plays like a film. An exciting trip to an originally created world.'
'What if angels are simply enhanced humans who made deals with the higher powers?'
'Easy, faultless, I wanted to jump into the pages and be part of it'
'Fast-paced, witty comments mixed with an almost thinking-out-loud style that moves the reader'
'Wow! Makes a great film. Raw, edgy, completely addictive.'
'Will truly be one of those magical books that are a must-read.'

www.sccunningham (dot) com

The Deal

In the corner of the room, Alice sat with her legs pulled snugly against her chest and cowered with her face resting on her knees. She’d lost all track of time, uncertain if the sun shined brightly outside her room or the moon revealed its crater-like faces. The black-grey light kept her out of touch with what was happening in her normal world. 


 She tried to blank out the sound of music filtering through the doorframe. The prisoner next door had not been returned. Or had her sense of time deceived her? She could drive herself mad with the constant fretting and predictions of whether she’d be chosen next. She kept asking herself where the prisoner was. Had she been placed in another room? Or worse…had they killed her? 


 A slight sound broke her self-induced trance. A muffled humming droned faintly at her door. Perfume wafted over her…his cologne. Or had she imagined it? Was he wavering outside her door, contemplating whom he’d use as his next toy? 


Chapter 42