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THE THIRD THRONE:
ANGEL OF DEATH (Book 2)
1st Place Winner Urban Fantasy Novel
Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer Awards 2015
1st Place Winner Urban / Fantasy Romance Series
Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer Awards 2015
What lengths would you go to if someone you loved was in pain and you could help them? What would you sacrifice?
Anjali’s journey has begun as she searches for ten angels that will help her fulfill her destiny of ending the world. While searching for her troubled Angel of Death, Alazar, she meets a handsome mortal named Derick, a paranormal investigator who has stumbled upon the hiding place of her dangerous angel. She must figure out how to stop Alazar from destroying the town while keeping the alluring mortal safe.
Alazar, the Angel of Death, is struggling to carry out his task of tempting the mortals, but is pushing them beyond their limits and forcing them to harm others or themselves. He believes that his Master, Anjali, has abandoned him and his brothers and left them to suffer on their own. Too many years have passed and he has lost hope. He blames Anjali for all his pain and is on the verge of becoming a Rogue Angel.
Derick and his friends, the Spirit Experts, are exploring a Romanian castle for proof of the afterlife. When a mysterious woman named Annie befriends their group, Derick has trouble focusing on the investigation and can’t stop thinking about this fascinating woman. She is beautiful, but he can tell that a deep sadness lies within her. He can see that she carries a heavy burden on her shoulders, but can’t understand why. She speaks of love as something unattainable and claims that she can never find happiness. He wants to love her, but she keeps pulling away from him.
Can Anjali convince Alazar that she is there to save him, not force him into subjugation? Can she make him remember who he was, and who he is meant to be? Can she heal years of torture under Lucifer’s rule?
Will she keep Derick from learning her real identity as they become closer? Will she be able to walk away from the irresistible mortal she finds herself drawn to and return to her life in Hell?
The Third Throne: Angel of Death is the second book in the steamy Adult Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance series. Each angel Anjali finds brings the world closer to the Apocalypse!
Rated 5 Stars by Tome Tender Book Blog, "Settle in for a demonically detailed tale filled with page after page of suspense, intrigue and romance that will leave you out of breath. Tabitha Barret shares her talent for fantasy romance in The Third Throne: Angel of Death. Click for the full review
Rated 5 Stars by Jennifer Kost, Member of the Paranormal Romance Guild Review Team, "I enjoyed this second book more than the first book, because I understood the characters and what was going on so much clearer from the beginning. Anjali has grown into a much more complex character with different facets of her personality shining out of the pages. Comparatively, Lucifer and Hades have also grown, and I find myself more compassionate of them and their struggles. The writing is richly detailed and flows fast and free. I read the entire book in less than 36 hours, so well done! I am even more excited for the third book in the series." Click for the full review
Rated 5 Stars by Brave One at Fanatical Paranormal Romantical Blog "This book kept my interest from the first chapter. This was such a well written book the characters are so well written and all so intertwined. The relationships are all so different from each other I can’t imagine trying to keep them all strait. I really hope the author keep the story going with the rest of the Predznak. Reviewed by Our Blog was given this book in exchange for an honest review. Click for the full review
Rated 5 Stars by Avid Reader "The Third Throne: Angel of Death is my first book in the urban fantasy genre. And I think I am hooked! I particularly like the two forces, good and evil, which come out in the Angels and of course in Alazar, the Angel of Death. Ms Barret did an outstanding job mixing the paranormal into the romance, another huge plus for the book." Click for the full review
Book Excerpt from The Third Throne: Angel of Death
Derick tried in vain to pay attention to the road and ignore the woman sitting mere inches from him. He couldn’t figure out what the hell he was doing. He didn’t know this girl. It was completely out of character for him to offer a stranger a ride, even a beautiful stranger. Pete had looked like he was going to have a stroke and he was certain that Josilyn was freaking out about his rash decision and would lecture him on the rules of safety when dealing with a stranger. He was definitely going to hear about it when they got to the inn, if they got to the inn. Annie could easily kill him, or rob him, if that was her objective. He would never see it coming since his brain was temporarily dazed and other parts of him were in control.
The van was smaller than Annie had expected and she panicked when she noticed that she was practically sitting on Derick’s lap. Their arms were touching, which was a strange sensation. It had been a long time since she had dealt with a mortal, especially a good-looking one that had an unsettling effect on her.
She was startled by her fascination with Derick, though she told herself that she had no interest in pursuing him. Oddly, she couldn’t stop looking at his enthralling lips. She blamed her rampant hormones on the fact that Lucifer was currently consumed by his dark side and she was left to sleep alone. Still angry over their altercation, she dismissed the idea of returning home to Lucifer to work off her pent-up lust.
“You said that you were from New Jersey. What made you decide to travel throughout Europe?” Derick figured he would start with the easy questions and avoid the philosophical questions, for the time being.
She pried her eyes away from the warm leg that was brushing against hers and turned to look out the window. She tried to remember what it was like to have a normal conversation that didn’t start with, “a prisoner in the Realm of XYZ has broken free.” Drawing on her mortal experiences as Michelle Black, she decided it was easier to tell him a version of the truth so that she didn’t confuse her lies.
“I decided to take some time off after graduating high school to travel because I felt very sheltered at home. My uncle encouraged me to see the world by telling me stories about the places he had visited. I fell in love with the idea of traveling. I’ve been to Italy, France, England, and Germany. Romania sounded like an intriguing place to explore, so here I am.”
It’s not like I’m looking for my Angel of Death or anything, just passing through town, she grimaced to herself. She unconsciously brushed her fingers along the bruises on her neck.
“That’s awesome. I always wanted to travel, but I never had the chance before now. This seemed like a good opportunity to experience something new, or at least it did,” Derick was still pissed at Cassie. He would definitely tell her off if there were any more problems with their trip. He had no trouble getting on a plane and going home without anything to show for it.
The thought of going home suddenly made his chest ache. Apparently, this project meant more to him than he thought. This documentary could be the beginning of something big; he just needed to stay focused. He told himself that the feeling had nothing to do with missing a girl whom he’d just met.
“Josilyn said that you guys were from Tulsa, yet you don’t sound like you’re from Oklahoma,” she watched him drive the car, thankful that her night vision allowed her to see his handsome face clearly.
“I’m from New York, but I go to college in Tulsa. I liked that Tulsa was far away from home. It gave me a fresh start. Pete was my roommate freshman year and, thankfully, we hit it off right away,” Derick shrugged. He hated talking about his life, so he quickly changed the subject. “Why are you traveling by yourself, if you don’t mind me asking?” Derick wasn’t sure if he had pulled off the unspoken question of whether or not she had a boyfriend, but he hoped that she didn’t see through his pitiful attempt to find out if she was single. He prayed that she had a boyfriend, so that he could think about filming and not about her silky hair and how it would feel rubbing against his chest.
Annie sighed. Of course, Derick had to bring up the fact that she was alone. She couldn’t understand why it was a problem. The mortals were always afraid for her, concerned that she shouldn’t be by herself so far from home. They should be more concerned about their own safety. If they only knew how dangerous she was, they would run away instead of offering to help her. Derick would definitely fear her, if he knew who she was.
“I was supposed to travel with someone, but it didn’t work out,” she shrugged, not knowing what else to say. She tried not to think about how CJ was supposed to travel with her and Uncle Bob before she killed herself.
“Do you enjoy the freedom, or do you miss being at home?” Derick noticed the sadness in her voice, so he didn’t push the issue of her traveling alone.
“I miss being at home,” she replied bluntly, surprised that the admission had slipped out. “I mean, I like traveling. It’s just that I miss my family sometimes. It’s hard being away for so long. Don’t get me wrong, I like being a part of the world, or at least, seeing the world. I don’t know if I’m really a part of it,” she grimaced at her confession. She needed to stop being so blatantly honest before she told him everything. “So, how did you end up in Romania making a film about the afterlife and what exactly makes you an expert on spirits?” she was having a hard time sitting still as she listened to him speak. His voice was soft and inviting, causing her breath to speed up.
“Luck,” he replied simply as he smiled at her.
Regardless of what happened during his trip, he felt lucky to have met this girl. He laughed off the thought and quickly focused on finding a place to park in the rear parking lot of the inn. Unfortunately, they had arrived at their destination. He quickly thought of a reason to keep her talking in the van, or if he were completely insane, a way to invite her to his room. Sex would be tempting, but he would be content just getting to know more about her.
“I doubt it was all luck,” Annie shrugged, planning her exit strategy. She needed to get away from him.
One simple word and a perfect smile from Derick made Annie desperate to get out of the tight quarters. While she normally wasn’t claustrophobic, sitting so close to this boy was making her skin melt from the heat. Derick kept turning to look at her and she could feel his breath against her cheek. At one point, she had to stop herself from leaning toward him. Her heart rate should have killed her by now, if she were mortal. It was racing so fast that she should have combusted.
Derick parked and turned off the lights, but kept the van running, hoping to use the less than adequate heater as a reason to stay huddled in the van. He turned to her and kept talking so that she wouldn’t leave him.
“Josilyn came up with the name for our show. I don’t think we’re experts, but we definitely have an interest in finding spirits. Pete and I have always been fascinated with the afterlife. We’ve both had experiences with death and seen unexplainable things. One night we were doing a pub-crawl with some frat guys and stumbled upon a walking tour of the campus around Halloween. The tour guide was talking about how some of the houses were haunted and reportedly had spirits roaming the grounds. The guys we were with made fun of the tour guide, but Pete and I were curious. At the end of the tour, we talked to the guide. He was a history major, but he liked the paranormal, so he created his own club for people like him. We joined them for a while, but they were more interested in the history of the people who had died and their houses while we wanted to make contact with spirits. So, we grabbed some video recorders and spent the night in one supposedly haunted place after another. We met Josilyn at a party and she convinced us to make a show. She has aspirations of becoming a journalist. She told us that she would write the content for the show and host it. We found Doug, who was looking for editing work on a video project. Morgan was hired though an ad in the school newspaper. Once we were ready, we filmed a couple of test shows and Josilyn convinced a guy she used to date to get us on the public access station. From there, Cassie saw our show and offered us a deal. The network she works for wants a Halloween Special. They weren’t interested in a couple of kids from Tulsa running around people’s attics, so Cassie came up with the idea of a haunted castle. She said that if we can put on a big enough production, they might be interested in supporting a primetime show where we travel to different locations,” Derick told Annie his whole life story at lightning speed hoping to keep her attention.
Guilt rushed through Annie. She was about to set his plans on fire. Though she had just met Derick, she didn’t want to ruin his chances for success. It was stupid to worry about one mortal when so many were in danger, but she felt bad nonetheless.
“I hope everything goes well for you,” she replied.
Derick smiled brightly at her, making the thought of leaving the van seem like a stupid idea.
“Thanks,” Derick was having a hard time keeping his sense of decorum as he tried not to stare at her breasts. He broke out into a sweat at the thought of actually touching them.
He told himself that there was no way he was going to touch her even if his damned hands were twitching and begging him to reach out to whatever part of her he found first. He’d never reacted like this to anyone. The girls he dated always complained that he was distant with them because he rarely hugged or kissed them, aside from when they were intimate. Now, he was more than willing to touch this girl, regardless of where they were or what they were doing.
“What are your plans tomorrow?” Derick was so tongue-tied that he almost said, “I plan on having you tomorrow,” but thankfully caught himself.
She planned to have a long overdue therapy session with her angel tomorrow, or beat him into submission, whichever came first.
“Aside from touring the castle and the city, I have no plans,” she needed to get a grip. Her responsibilities were numerous and important, yet she couldn’t force herself out of the van.
“Take the tour with us. Mrs. Pavel is supposed to give us access to the entire castle, not just the parts where the typical tourists are allowed,” Derick said quickly. Why was he so desperate to secure more time with her? He knew it was his way of wussing out of kissing her. He would still have more time to wuss out tomorrow if she agreed to come with them.
If Annie couldn’t control Alazar by morning, then she was going to have to keep watch over the Spirit Experts. Cassie seemed determined to keep their tour of the castle on schedule.
“Okay. That sounds like fun,” she replied, securing her invitation. It would be easier to keep an eye on the mortals if she joined their group.
Annie’s heart faltered when she felt Derick’s hand on her arm. His touch was soft but couldn’t be ignored. She turned to face him and nearly collided with his face.
“Hi,” Derick breathed the single syllable as his original thought evaporated into smoke. She was less than three inches from his face and he was reduced to a babbling moron.
Annie couldn’t breathe. She’d never been more dumbfounded or rendered incapable of movement or speech. He was stunning. His soft lips were parted and his eyes said more than “Hi.” They were filled with longing.
Without another thought, he leaned in to kiss Annie. He was compelled to taste her lips and see if they were as sweet as he expected.
Annie watched in slow motion as Derick filled the gap between them, intent on kissing her. Frozen by fear and anticipation, she was captivated by his easily readable expression. He seemed confused and hesitant, but determined to kiss her, regardless of his fears.
Annie closed her eyes, hoping that he would kiss her or that the ground would open up and swallow her to avoid making a huge mistake. Instead, the spell was broken when Morgan playfully knocked on the hood and yelled for Derick to hurry up because he had the room keys.
Derick pulled away quickly and shook his head. He hefted out a breath and laughed at the horrible timing of his friend. He would get even with Morgan later. He awkwardly looked down at the floorboards and tried to think of something to say to apologize for the interruption or for the missed opportunity. He wasn’t sure which apology would surface first.
Annie regained her senses and her composure. She needed to escape. Scolding herself for her poor judgment, she fled from the van before Derick could follow her. She didn’t need to be responsible for a rampaging devil and the loss of an innocent life.
Find out if Anjali can tame her Angel of Death, while keeping Derick and the Spirit Experts safe.
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As many of my fans know, in the original draft of The Third Throne: Angel of Death, I was still working under the misconception that Anjali would not only love her Nachtghuls, but also her Predznak. It wasn't until I was almost finished with Death that I realized two things. 1) Sex with 10 different men was one thing, but sex with 10 additional angels would be madness. I didn't want the series to fall apart like the Anita Blake series did and lose the story line to all the sex scenes. 2) It dawned on me that the Predznak needed to have faith in Anjali and her destiny in order to destroy the world. If they loved her, they could later claim that they did it for love rather than because it was the right thing to do. They all volunteered for different reasons, but if they were to actually end the world, they needed to do it for the right reasons. Love can blind us to the truth. I needed the Predznak to have faith in her and her dark destiny.
Though many fans may want Anjali to hook up with her angels that aspect has been removed from the story. However, the original draft still exists, so I am able to post one of the deleted scenes where Anjali and Alazar become very intimate.
Be warned that this post is not edited and is VERY steamy. It takes place in Romania in Anjali's hotel room just before she gives Alazar his ultimatum. Please note that much of story was changed in the final edits, so some pieces may not make sense or may not fit with the final version. The Third Throne: Angel of Death was 5 years in the making, so it went through many, many changes.
I hope you enjoy the deleted scene!
Placing her hand lightly in Alazar’s hand changed her entire world. The raw power below the surface clawed at her and begged to be released so that it could welcome Death home, but she pushed it down. She focused on his inviting mouth as she stepped closer, brushing her legs brushed against his. Her other hand pushed into his hair. She slowly tugged at his hair until his face was turned up to hers. Alazar’s eyes were glazed over and his lips were parted. He was waiting for her to kiss him.
He was startled when her mouth collided with his and took full possession. He lapped at her mouth, thirsty for intimacy. He moaned her name to feel closer to her. Her lips were soft yet eager, conveying all of the emotions inside of her, desire, want, and need. Her hands on his face held him still while she plunged her tongue into his mouth. As their breath mingled, they both eased their assault until they found the perfect rhythm.
Alazar’s mind was in a haze. He was home. He saw the ethereal light of Heaven and felt the warmth and peace that accompanied the light. This was his shelter, the place where he could remember who he was and what he was meant to do. He had been away for too long. He vowed never to stay away so long again. Sanctuary. He wanted to scream it from the top of the world. Here he was safe. Here he could find happiness. It was so simple. Why had he waited so long to return? Why had he denied himself this pleasure?
Anjali’s skin felt like dancing flame, and she wanted more. She felt his hands grasping her hips, pulling her closer. Breaking away from the kiss, she pushed him further into the chair maneuvered her legs until she was standing over him. The hunger in his eyes made her tingle and ache for his touch.
Straddling his lap, he nearly black out when she pressed herself down against his throbbing erection. He thought about removing his pants, but he didn’t want to make assumptions, as he had in the tower. He had no idea where this was going, but tried not to think about taking her body. This time he was going to enjoy the moment and take whatever solace he could get.
Her lips continued to pull at his. She licked his mouth, took his lower lip into her mouth, and nibbled on it. She was greedy for him and he was elated. This was the first time in an eternity that he felt like he was a part of something. He wasn’t just going through the motions, taking and giving nothing in return. She was eager for him and he held her tight, not wanting to let go of her. She moved her mouth lower to his jaw and then dragged her teeth along his jawbone. His hands clung to her ass as he gasped and ground his shaft against her thigh. She lightly licked and blew against his ear lobe. Then she ran her teeth gently over it and licked her way around of the rest of his ear.
Anjali rubbed against Alazar’s erection desperate to ease her ache. She slid her hands under his black suit jacket and moved them across his chest and shoulders. She pushed jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. He was forced to let go of her, trapped by his jacket. His arms were pinned at his sides. She held him against the chair, effectively telling him not to move, while she leaned back to look at him.
Alazar shook when he saw Anjali panting. Her gazed raked across his face and chest. Her lips were puffy and red from his rough kisses. He wanted to remove his jacket and touch her, but he liked the feeling of having her in control. It made his erection stiffen and jerk in anticipation.
She made quick work of the buttons on his black shirt and peeled the fabric from his strong chest. He was lean but muscular. His chest was chiseled beneath her hands and she was fascinated by how smooth his skin was. It didn’t surprise her that he had little in the way of chest hair, only a few sprigs here and there. She was compelled to explore his pale skin. She kissed her way down his neck and collarbone until she reached his upper chest, using her tongue to trace every line and plain. He groaned beneath her and pushed his body against her mouth.
She pulled the band from her hair and let her long silky waves brush along his sides and chest as she moved, sending shivers throughout his whole body. Her warm tongue and breath melted his numbness. He needed her badly, but he let her continue to explore him as he enjoyed the feel of her riding and kissing him. He was dying to see what she would do next.
Alazar was driving her mad. She was wet and desperate for him, but this wasn’t about her. This was about proving that she could place his needs above hers.
She slowly slid off his lap until she was kneeling between his legs, all the while trailing her tongue down his stomach and lower to the last bit of exposed skin just above his pants. His hipbone jutted out from the top of the pants. Their gyrations had lowered them to the point where only a few more centimeters and she could lick his c*ck without taking them off. The idea fascinated her. Before she could finish licking his hipbone, she pushed his pants down and freed the tip of his c*ck. Flicking the bottom ridge of his head with her tongue, she was greeted with a deep moan as his back bent off the chair. She circled his broad head and twirled around it until she heard the suit jacket popping and ripping from the strain of Alazar’s trapped arms.
She traced every dip and curve of the full head until she was satisfied that she had learned what made him moan the loudest and what could draw the alluring moisture from it. Alazar’s arms were ripping apart the jacket, though she doubted he knew what he was doing.
Popping the button free on his expensive suit pants, she was granted access to his stiff shaft. She ran her tongue down his length as she slowly unzipped the pants. When she reached his dark curls, she snapped the seam of the fabric apart and lowered herself so that she could lick his balls one by one.
Alazar’s world fell apart the second lightening collided with his c*ck and left him breathless. His body was out of control and it responded to each lick, each wet, soft stroke. He twitched and bucked not knowing what to scream or to hanging on to. All thoughts of leaving this woman were banished from his head. Lucifer himself couldn’t pry him from this chair and this woman.
He had the vague memory of another mouth attempting to please his senses but that mouth couldn’t compare. Her beauty was dull compared to the woman in his lap. No one else could ever make him feel more alive, that was painfully obvious as he looked down at the long black hair that tickled and tantalized his blazing skin. The blue eyes that seduced him were more beautiful than the clearest sky. He no longer craved Heaven, he craved her and not just because her exquisite mouth was ravaging his frozen body, but because she wanted him, not just for sex, but forever. She came for him. It may have taken longer than he wanted, but she was here with him now.
Anjali wasn’t happy with his reaction just yet. She reared up, shredded the rest of his pants, and tore them from his legs. She swooped in while he was trying to figure out why she had stopped. Lifting his sac, she went lower. She ran her tongue along the skin between his sac and his a**. The sound of the jacket tearing in half made her chuckle.
Slowly she lifted her head to look at him. Alazar was sweating and shaking, his arms still covered in strips of fabric as he reached for her face and hair.
Alazar gulped. She looked like a goddess perched between his knees. Her hair was wild and falling around her shoulders and face. The delicious color of her reddened cheeks showed him that she was as excited as he was. Her eyes were filled with lust and power. She knew what she was doing and what she wanted. He waited in anticipation, praying that she would take him into her mouth.
Catching him behind his knees, she pulled him to the edge of the chair and positioned herself against the crook of his legs. She pushed his body back against the chair to gain better access his hips. She moved his arms behind his back. He obliged by hanging on to the spindles on the chair back. His eyes were locked on hers.
He nearly came when she slowly and seductively pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her black satin bra and glorious cleavage. Without taking her eyes off him, she unhooked her bra and let each perfect orb spill free. She wiggled forward until her breasts were resting on his lap just over his balls. His erection was ticking in time with his heartbeat. She ran her fingers down his shaft, making him squirm in the chair and shudder. Without warning, he was in her burning mouth, begging for mercy.
Unable to contain himself any longer, he howled as the combination of her warm breasts, tight hand, and wet mouth sliding over him, overloaded his senses. The word sexy was redefined in that moment and would never be the same again.
Anjali squeezed her hand around the base of his hard shaft while she teased his bulbous head with her tongue and her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the sensitive skin, took it into her mouth, and sucked hard. It was time to drive him out of his mind. Twisting her hand and moving it against his ridged flesh, she urged him on by slowly sliding her mouth over more and more of his length. She imagined what would be like to take his luscious c*ck into her body and moaned at the thought.
Alazar’s couldn’t breathe. This woman was a fantasy; one that he never knew existed. Every man wanted a woman that could entice their bodies and minds, while fulfilling their needs and desires. Anjali was quickly becoming that woman. She was firmly accepted as his fantasy woman the second that she took his c*ck deep into her throat. He would never take another woman into his bed again.
He grabbed fistfuls of her hair as his body trembled. His muscles tightened until they felt like they would snap under the strain. He knew he was close.
“Oh f*ck, I’m going to come. You’d better stop.” It took every ounce of self-control he had to stop her. He wanted to be inside her body.
She ignored him and continued her assault. She wanted him to come in her mouth and taste him.
Alazar threw his head back and bellowed her name to the ceiling as he came in her mouth. He didn’t yell out Lady Black, he yelled Anjali. In that moment, she felt satisfied. It was a small acceptance, even though it wasn’t a vow, she would take it.
When he was spent, Alazar collapsed back against the chair and gasped for air. Anjali chuckled as she rose from the ground. This was how she wanted to see him, sated, and content. It was much better than being attacked by him. She felt closer to him, as if they had bonded in some way beyond the intimacy.
“D*mn it, you pushed me too far. Just give me a minute to catch my breath and then I’ll take care of you Anjali.” He panted. The urge to please her was riding him hard.
“I’m okay. Just come here and lie with me on the bed.” She was far from okay, but she didn’t want him to think that she was anything like Serena, demanding that he please her.
She walked over to the bed and lay down on her side across the width of the bed.
It took a moment for Alazar to regain all of his senses and rise from the chair. He seemed surprised to see the disheveled state of his clothes. He shook off the remnants of his jacket and pulled his shirt off. Shaking his legs, the remainder of the pants fell to the ground. His smirk was sexy and his eyes were playful.
Alazar climbed on the bed and lay down on his side next to her. She looked beautiful half naked with a sweet smile on her face.
“Remind me not to wear my good suit the next time you want tear my clothes apart.” He chuckled as he pulled a stray lock of hair away from her face and kissed the spot where the hair had been.
“I’ll give you advanced warning in writing.” She laughed. It was nice seeing Alazar lighthearted and carefree. She wondered how long it had been since he’d felt like this.