Join New York Times bestselling author Larissa Ione, and USA Today bestselling Southern food expert Suzanne M. Johnson as they guide you through their favorite Demonica world inspired food and drink recipes. And don’t forget to spend some time learning a little bit more about the private lives of your favorite characters in all new snippets and short stories! Brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights, DINING WITH ANGELS is now available! Grab your copy today!
About DINING WITH ANGELS:
In a world where humans and supernatural beings coexist — not always peacefully — three things can bring everyone to the table: Love, a mutual enemy, and, of course, food.
With seven brand new stories from the Demonica universe, New York Times bestselling author Larissa Ione has the love and enemies covered, while celebrity Southern food expert Suzanne M. Johnson brings delicious food to the party.
And who doesn’t love a party? (Harvester rolls her eyes and raises her hand, but we know she’s lying.)
Join Ares and Cara as they celebrate a new addition to their family. See what Reaver and Harvester are doing to “spice” things up. Find out what trouble Reseph might have gotten himself into with Jillian. You’ll love reading about the further adventures of Wraith and Serena, Declan and Suzanne, and Shade and Runa, and you’re not going to want to miss the sit down with Eidolon and Tayla.
So pour a glass of the Grim Reaper’s finest wine and settle in for slices of life from your favorite characters and the recipes that bring them together. Whether you’re dining with angels, drinking with demons, or hanging with humans, you’ll find the perfect heavenly bits and sinful bites to suit the occasion.
Happy reading and happy eating!
Grab your copy of DINING WITH ANGELS today!
EXCERPT:
Slice of Life
Shade and Runa
The rich, sweet aroma of vanilla made Runa’s mouth water as she turned on the professional quality electric mixer her mate, Shade, had gotten her for Christmas. She wasn’t a big fan of cooking meals, but she did enjoy baking sweet treats, and her family didn’t complain a bit.
Boots clomped on the floor down the hall, and she turned off the mixer as Shade sauntered into the kitchen. He’d donned his black paramedic uniform for his afternoon shift at Underworld General Hospital, and she had a powerful urge to rip it off. Right here in the kitchen. She could finish making cookies to go with the smoothie pops she’d just put in the freezer to celebrate Stryke’s A+ in science class later.
“Where are the boys?” he asked as he reached for a bottle of water in the fridge.
“They’re at Stewie’s pool party. Serena just sent a picture of them playing on the big float. It’s on my phone if you want to see it.”
“We should get a pool,” he said as he swiped his finger across her phone’s screen.
“We’re welcome to use theirs anytime,” she pointed out.
A smile ruffled his lips at the sight of the three dark-haired, espresso- eyed boys, the spitting images of their father, splashing in the water.
“Wraith and Serena made their house the place to be when they put it in, didn’t they?”
It was probably the very reason they put in the pool. “Well, they love parties and kids.”
“That’s because they only have one,” he muttered, but he was joking. Shade adored children, and when they were around, he could always be found nearby.
She fetched a can of cooking spray from a cupboard. “Speaking of kids, this morning a witch at the hospital told me I’m going to have twins in exactly eight years.”
“Only twins?” Shade twisted the cap off his water. “Awesome.”
She shook a spatula at him. “I remember when you wanted a whole bunch of kids.”
“I remember too,” Shade said. “And then we had triplets.” “Are you saying you don’t want more?”
Pausing with the bottle at his lips, he shrugged. “We’ve got centuries ahead of us. I’m not in a hurry.”
Neither was she. She loved being a mother, but she only had so much time between volunteering at the hospital and taking care of triplets, a mate, and two homes. Granted, one of the homes was a cave in a jungle, but it still had modern appliances and conveniences like hot running water and toilets, and modern things needed to be cleaned.
“I still can’t believe your drive to impregnate me hasn’t kicked in since the boys were born.”
“That’s how it works when we’re mated.” He grabbed a granola bar from the pantry and tucked it into the leg pocket of his BDU pants. “The drive only kicks in when our mates are ready. You’re clearly not ready.”
“You think? I barely have time to shower, let alone have more kids. But I’m sure everything will be different in eight years,” she added, with more than a little sarcasm.
“You never know.” He waggled his brows. “Wanna practice making our twins?”
Always up for a little practice, Runa eyed her mate, her body already heating at the thought of watching him strip out of his uniform. Or maybe she’d make him leave it on. It was sexy as hell.
“Don’t you have to be at work in fifteen minutes?” she asked. “Con will cover for me. Sin’s working late with DART today.”
Smiling, she peeled off her shirt and tossed it at him. “Then by all means...let’s get some practice in.”
Larissa Ione is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. An Air Force veteran, she traded in a career as a meteorologist to pursue her passion of writing. She now spends her days in pajamas with her computer, strong coffee, and supernatural worlds. She believes in celebrating everything, and would never be caught without a bottle of Champagne chilling in the fridge…just in case. She currently lives in Wisconsin with her U.S. Coast Guard husband, her teenage son, a rescue cat named Vegas, and her very own hellhound, a King Shepherd named Hexe.
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USA Today bestselling author Suzanne M. Johnson is family trained, a South Georgia native who's been cooking all of her life, creating not only some really unique food, but precious memories that re-occur every time she smells something simmering in the oven. In all of her books, Suzanne shows that making a delicious meal doesn't have to be complicated--it just has to be made with love. So go ahead, don't be bashful, dive right in. Who knows? You might just make a few memories of your own.
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