Book Promo Feature – Hunted by Angels and Finding Angels by R.A. Boyd

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome R.A. Boyd to the blog. She’s the author of  Hunted by Angels and Finding Angels. She’s here to share about her books. If either of these books sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below and pick up a copy or two.

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hunted2Book #1 of the Perry Series

“If I don’t have a holy union (holy my arse!) with him, all hell will break loose and blah, blah, blah. We’re destined to be together. I despise him. He likes it. He can’t help it. He’s a demon. Figuratively and literally.”

-Perrian Ettis Haines

Perry is a succubus but has been living as a human. She’s had no choice. Once she marries Haines, the hottest and most annoying incubus around, her powers begin to surface. Then an enemy comes to call, but she has to invite him in. finding angels pic

She’s being hunted.

What a way to start out a honeymoon.

On Amazon:

Hunted by Angels  |   Finding Angels


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Hunted by Angels


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R.A. Boyd is a writer, and reader, of paranormal romance, horror and urban fantasy. She lives in Maryland with her husband, daughter and her massive collection of books. Seriously. Her books have their own room.

You can find her work in Tales of Blood and Roses and on She is currently releasing her novel, Hunted by Angels. The Line of Lilith books are soon to follow.

R.A. Boyd can be found:

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“I do,” I say sulkily as the minister asks if I take this man standing next to me to be my lawfully wedded husband.

“You could at least muster some kind of joy over this,” Haines says quietly as he squeezes my hand.

“Shut-up,” I snap at him.

For our friends and family attending our nuptials I have nothing but sweet smiles and kind words.  But for this d-bag, I have snark for days.

This is not the happily ever after either one of us was hoping for.  And Haines is certainly not the man I wanted to end up with.  But if I don’t have a holy union (holy my arse!) with him, all hell will break loose and blah, blah, blah.  We’re destined to be together.  I despise him.  He likes it.  He can’t help it.  He’s a demon.  Figuratively and literally.

Haines is a full blooded incubus, a male demon that feeds off the sexual energy of women.  I am the female counterpart: a succubus.  I also happen to be a cambion, a half-blood.  My mother is a succubus and my dad is human.  If I don’t marry an incubus who can tame my demon side, the part of me that craves sexual pleasure will take over and I could be a hazard to men I come in contact with.  The urge to stalk men and bed them while they slept would consume me, and I wouldn’t be able to help myself. What makes matters worse is that I can kill the men I have sex with.

“Oh my God,” echoes the blubbering voice of my Aunt Rita amid the silence as the minister says his final lines of the ceremony.  “She’s.  So.  Beautiful!” She sure loves to be heard.

Succubi, like me, tend to go after the same man over and over again to gain control over and then suck the life out of them. Then we move on to the next victim.  In fact, if I don’t marry a full incubus I won’t be able to stop myself from draining the life force of any man I have sex with.  And this is with protection!

The minister smiles as he presents us to the crowd sitting in the church pews.   “I now pronounce you husband and wife.  You may now kiss the bride.”

I turn to Haines and frown at him as he leans in and gives me a hard kiss on the lips.  “Could you be more of a dick,” I say quietly while everyone stands and claps for us.  “That hurt.”

“Could you be happy about something for five minutes?” Haines says through gritted teeth, grabbing my hand as a show of affection.

I look at him and scoff.  “Are you insane?”

Haines is one of the yummiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on: he’s just under six feet tall with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and dark hazel eyes that compliment his honey brown complexion perfectly.  His dark brown wavy hair is cut fairly close, but grown out just enough so that I can pull it when I get angry with him.  Trust me.  I’ve done it several times before.  He pisses me off daily.

When my mother found out that I had inherited her demonic genes, she contacted a soothsayer who did some witchy crap and found out that Haines was the man for the job.  Again, we are fated to be together.  There was a choice though.  Either marry Haines, apparently the only living, unattached incubus that has the power to help me control myself, or allow my need for sex and energy to take over.  I loathe Haines, but I don’t want to kill anyone.

Well, may be Haines.

Before we walk down the aisle, my mother stands up and addresses the crowd. “Please, everyone, listen for a moment.  Mr. and Mrs. O’Neil Haines…”

I roll my eyes. “God, you have a stupid name…”

“…will be joining us at the reception hall after they take formal pictures.  Please, head over to the hall and they will be there shortly.”  She turns to face us.  “Downstairs.  Now.”

Haines tries to take my arm and lead me down the aisle, but I pick up the front of my poufy white dress and walk off.  “I gotta pee,” I tell him over my shoulder.


“Come on, Perry,” my mother says through the bathroom door.  I’ve locked myself in.  A girl has gotta have privacy.

“Coming, mother,” I say sweetly, but I’m sure she catches the sarcasm.

I look in the mirror and see a not so blushing bride giving me the stink-eye.  My dress is your typical A-line fit with silver embroidery leading to the bottom in long flowery lines.  Since it’s late November, I opted to have a lace sheath that falls just below my shoulders added to the top.  My hair is pinned up with real diamond pins and real silver ribbon laced through it.  Haines may not be the man of my dreams, but my father is wealthy and this son of a bitch I just married is loaded.  I insisted we do this in style.  Why not?  I’m not paying for it!

The make-up on my face is sparse and flawless and my platinum tear drop earrings make my neck look longer.  I’m only five foot four and I’m not what you’d call petite.  I have wide hips, child bearing hips my mother calls them, not-so-small breasts and a complexion just a little darker than Haines’.  I’m a size 12.  Plus-sized model by today’s standards.  I’m beautiful.  Every succubus is.  Most men don’t want a demon that actually looks like a demon.

I eye myself in the mirror once more, unlock the bathroom door and snatch it open.  “Let’s do this!” I say loudly, as I walk toward Haines.

“You really do look lovely,” he says, looking at my breasts.

“Suck it.” I roll up my left lace sleeve.

“I fully intend to later.”  He knows that shit pisses me off.

“You’re disgusting.  Oww!”  My mother grabs my arm and makes a minute but deep cut just below my elbow.

“Knock it off, Perry,” she says, as she puts a small bowl under my arm to catch the falling blood.

“You could have gotten blood on my dress. I’m selling this bad boy on e-bay when we’re done.”

Haines takes off his jacket and rolls up his sleeve.  “Do you know how much I paid for that dress?”  My mother cuts his arm.

“I most certainly do.”  My arm is starting to heal.  Our union is already quickening.   “Aren’t we sullying the church by doing this here?  Why haven’t you burst into flames yet?  I mean, you are a demon,” I say, looking at Haines.

“The same reason you haven’t burst into flames yet.  You’re half demon.” Even though he’s being a dick, his deep voice is like velvet.

I lean into him and inhale deeply.  His scent is clean and warm.  “Dammit!  It’s already starting.  You did that on purpose.”  I feel drawn to him.  I can’t help it.  An incubus’ power lies in his sexual attraction.

He looks offended.  “Mrs. Haines…”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Whatever do you mean?  I didn’t do anything.”

We’ve been married in the sight of God and now the blood-binding is kicking in.  As an incubus, he calls to me.  My body yearns, needs to be touched by him.  Until we consummate our union, I will want him more than anything and despise him just as much.  “Let’s just do it here,” I tell him.

“Absolutely not.  I’m going to take my time with you, little girl.”

“Eww,” my mother says.  “Join hands.”

Haines grabs my hand before I can protest.  My mother has soaked a thrice blessed sacred white ribbon in our blood.  She ties it around our hands and puts the bowl on the counter behind her.  “By the powers given to me, I bind thee.  Perrian Ettis Haines, I bind you to O’Neil Haines.  May you serve and tame one another.  Blessed be.”  She unties the ribbon and puts it in the blood stained bowl.

“That’s it?” I say snatching my hand out of his.  “I thought there’d be more to do instead of getting my arm cut.”

“It’s healing,” he says interrupting me.

“Shut.  Up.”  I check to make sure the cut is fully healed and then roll down the lace sleeve.  “Come on, husband. I’m hungry.”

At the same time, Haines and I both inhale sharply.  I look down at my hand that was tied with Haines’ to see the blood that was covering it, our blood, is now seeping into my skin.  He’s looking at me strangely.

Haines touches my hand and a flood of passion spreads through my body.  I shake my head.  “Knock it off.”  My voice is a little too breathy.

He comes to stand in front of me.  “You will stop telling me to shut up.  Do you understand, Perrian?”

“You two were made for one another,” my mother says over her shoulder, as she ascends the steps leading from the basement of the church.

“Curse your lips,” I scream.

“Do you understand?” he repeats.  He looks pretty pissed off.  “I am five-hundred and twenty-six years old.  To me, you—“

“Just shut up,” I tell him as I walk away leaving him standing next to the water cooler.  And for good measure, I turn around just enough to give him the finger.