As Above So Below Book Tour & Giveaway

Lost Angels As Above, So Below Book 1 by Loren Rhoads and Brian Thomas Genre: Paranormal Romance

When the succubus Lorelei sees Azaziel across Lost Angels, she knows he’s been kicked out of Heaven, but is not yet Fallen. She resolves to do whatever it takes to bring the angel down. Unfortunately, Lorelei doesn’t realize that Azaziel has an agenda of his own. Taking her back to a burned-out church, he forces a mortal girl’s soul into the devil girl’s flesh. Then the succubus needs to find an exorcist who can cast the ghost out of her. With all the supernatural warriors of Los Angeles looking on, neither the angel nor the succubus can imagine how love will derail their plans… Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * KoboBook Trailerhttps://youtu.be/IdBYB2K_2Nk

Angelus Rose As Above, So Below Book 2

If Romeo had wings and Juliet a barbed tail, could they find happiness in the City of Angels? After their escape from the ashes of Lost Angels, the succubus Lorelei and the angel Azaziel want nothing more than to enjoy each other’s company. Unfortunately, Asmodeus, the Demon Prince of LA, has threatened to devour Lorelei’s new-grown soul if she doesn’t bring about Azaziel’s downfall. Meanwhile, Aza is keeping secrets of his own that threaten the tenuous peace between Heaven and Hell. Three archangels come to town to try to set things right, but friendships are fracturing. The demon in charge of fallen angels is sniffing around. And Los Angeles is about to be caught between a devil and the deep blue sea. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

Loren Rhoads is the co-author (with Brian Thomas) of the novel Lost Angels about a succubus who sets her sights on an angel and ends up possessed by a mortal girl’s soul. The sequel, Angelus Rose, came out in February 2020. Loren is the author of The Dangerous Type, Kill By Numbers, and No More Heroes, a space opera trilogy set after a galactic war has wiped out much of humanity. She is also the author of 199 Cemeteries to See Before You Die and Wish You Were Here: Adventures in Cemetery Travel. She blogs about graveyards as travel destinations at CemeteryTravel.com. You won’t be surprised to know that she likes long walks in the moonlight and old graveyards. Website/Blog * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Lorelei and Aza meet
excerpt from Lost Angels by Loren Rhoads & Brian Thomas
Lorelei licked the last traces of soul from her lips, then smoothed the knee-length hobble
dress over her thighs. The black lycra snuggled around her like a living creature. The
barbed tip of her tail twitched as she scanned the dance club, seeking more prey.
Her violet eyes locked on the creature seated at the end of the zinc bar, dressed in a
rumpled khaki trench coat. Through the smoke and flashing lights of the dance club, she
saw him for what he was: an angel of melancholy. Hers. His wings weren’t manifest, but the
unmistakable glow of his halo enforced a margin of emptiness around him. Shoulders
hunched over his glass, he was doing his best to ignore what was going on around the club.
Clearly not having fun, which was a damned shame, considering that fun was what Lost
Angels was all about. Lorelei wondered what it would take to put a smile on his face.
She patted hair over the nubs of her horns and adjusted the dress’s zipper to be demure as
could be, only the pale white column of her throat revealed. Once she’d made certain that
the seams on her stockings were straight and her mortal glamour was flawless, she stepped
out of the shadows. Let’s see if this one could be won without a fight.
The angel ignored her when she leaned across the bar at his elbow, straining the lycra
dress just so. Lorelei waved the bartender over. “My usual,” she shouted above the music,
“and whatever he’s drinking. On my tab.”
When another Crown Royal appeared in front of him, the angel made no move toward it.
Lorelei breathed into his ear, “Say thank you.”
Vaguely in the bartender’s direction, the angel repeated, “Thank you.”
Lorelei touched her glass against the angel’s, then downed a good mouthful of her drink.
More Absolut than cranberry, just the way she liked it. However, the angel continued to
ignore her, tense and miserable, wanting his whiskey but apparently afraid to touch it.
“Thank you, Lorelei,” she prompted. She leaned against the angel, nestling his shoulder
between her breasts. She reached around his waist to hold him close. He could escape her,
certainly, if he wanted to cause a scene. She licked her lips, so close to his ear that he
quivered at the sound. “What’s your name, Angel?”
He sipped his drink before answering, “Aza.”
There should be an ‘el’ on there somewhere. Amused by the dropped honorific, she echoed,
“Just Aza?”
“Aza will do.”
The nickname made him sound accessible. Not fallen yet, but unimaginably lonely. Lorelei

asked, “Looking for company, Aza?”
The angel put his glass down very precisely on the bar. She was unprepared when his
stormy green eyes turned to her. “Maybe I came looking for you, Lorelei.”
The timbre of his voice shivered through her like lightning.
When she was sure of her composure, she purred, “Here I am, Angel.” She planted a kiss
between his blond eyebrows. Rather than strike out at her, as she expected, he drew a
shuddering breath. Deep down in her hips, the succubus felt a connection made. Not fallen
yet, but hers. Her lipstick looked like the mark of Cain on his ivory skin.

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