Feel Angels

Lords of Carnage is mine. My club, my life, my family. And I protect my family at any cost. Rival clubs, gangs, enemies, don't scare me, can't stop me. Only one thing scares me, stops me, makes me long for more, and it's her. Sexy, feisty, strong, everything I want, and everything I refuse to take. But when they screw with me, with her, come hell or high water, they'll feel this Angel's wrath.

Detective Chief Inspector James Hardy’s caseload is bursting at the seams. A serial murderer dubbed The Angel Killer is stalking young women in and around London, and an assassin is picking off high-profile political figures one by one, with his ultimate target being the prime minister herself. Both cases land squarely on Hardy’s desk even as he struggles to rebuild a stable home for himself and his two young daughters after the senseless murder of their mother.

It doesn't take long for DeeDee, Lloyd, and Kevin to figure out that living with the angel of death isn't easy. Lost souls. Angry exes. Ancient curses. Will the grim reaper ever get his afterlife together? The outlook is not so good. The reaper isn't the only angel who's out of sorts. Lloyd's devilish boss Faust hasn't been the same since a tentacle monster spit him out of an alternate dimension, and his ex-girlfriend tried to start the zombie apocalypse. And Angel eight ball? He's having a hell of a time juggling a terrible new boss and saving Lloyd from eternal damnation.

Chuck explores the contradictory behavior of UFOs, and other demonic deceptions, characteristic of the end times. Are they real? Why do UFOs enjoy a military classification higher than our most sensitive weapons systems? Why are the events which occurred in Roswell, New Mexico, still classified since 1947? Why is the Vatican openly preparing to receive an alien visitor?

Angel is the second book in the Royal Bastards Ankeny Iowa series. I’m Jude “Angel” Bearheart - newly appointed Enforcer for the Ankeny RBMC. They didn’t call me the Angel of Death for nothing. I do the “disposal and cleaning” for the club. Ridding the world of evil, was my justification for my actions. I was the executioner when the judge and jury failed the victims. When I found myself at the wrong end of her gun, the hunter became the hunted. Angry brown eyes flashing fire, she had the nerve to demand an exchange I never saw coming.