Thursday, January 3, 2013

Genesis Queen Blog Tour With Gracen Miller With Giveaway ~ 4 Favorite Scenes From the Series

Warning: Some of my favorite scenes may be sexually graphic and/or contain graphic violence and language. Proceed with caution!!

Madison’s Life Lessons
(prequel to the Road to Hell series)

Favorite scene from Madison’s Life Lessons is when Micah makes his first real play for Madison. She’s walked away from him, a novelty for him. He’s decided not to take no for an answer, so he sets off after her, running her down in his car. I love this scene because it’s the first scene where we get into Micah’s head and see what he’s thinking and feeling when it comes to Madison.


Micah went out the door after Madison. He retrieved the keys to his black convertible Porsche from his pant pocket and opened the door. Settling into the leather seat, he cranked the vehicle and shifted to reverse. With the wind tugging through his hair, he headed off after her.

Madison hadnt gotten far when he pulled up beside her and slowed the vehicle to her pace. She glanced at him and quickened her stride. Micah adjusted his speed.

Whats wrong? he called from the vehicle when she continued to ignore him.

She stopped walking and he hit the brake. A quick glance back the way shed come, gave him the impression she might be thinking of bolting. Or either assessing who would come to her aid if he decided to abduct her. Although, the idea of snatching her off the street and running with her was tempting, he tossed it aside. Such an impudent action was an illogical solution to his reaction to her rebuff.

Mr. Dominus, she looked him directly in the eye,considering youre an attorney and all, Im sure youre aware stalking is a crime.

Spunk had never been as sexy on a woman as it was on Madison Wescott. Im aware of the legal ramifications of the crime. However, Ive not conducted said crime or officially been accused of it in a legal document.

If she insisted, hed talk legal circles around her until she saw things his way. She narrowed eyed him and he suddenly doubted hed be able to talk her into anything against her will.

Im not stalking you. I swear. If I park the car and exit the vehicle, are you going to run? He almost wished she would so he could chase her down, but he sensed such a rash action on his part would be a horrific move.

Depends. She glanced around their very public venue and shifted her stance. What are you planning when you get out of the car?

Not kidnap you. He winked. Ill toss you the keys to my car. I cant exactly kidnap you if youve got control of them, now can I?

Her right foot tapped out an erratic beat against the cracked sidewalk. You could bash me over the head, toss me in the trunk and get your keys back before burning rubber.

What a big imagination she had! And quick wit too. He liked that. Youre a tall girl to be stuffing in my little trunk, dont you think?

I figure you could make it work if you were determined.

Okay, he said, thinking fast. Why would I want to do that?

As a response, she shrugged and checked her watch.

I have no designs to harm you in any manner. He put the car in park. She didnt run. That was a good sign.Consider me your personal defender and know I would be gravely upset if someone attempted to harm you. If actually harmed, hed skin that individual with pleasure and relish their screams.

Golden eyebrows flashed upward. That doesnt sound unstable at all.

Micah laughed, loving her dry sarcasm.

Pandora’s Box
(Book 1 to the Road to Hell series—series must be read in order starting with this book)

Wow! I had a hard time picking a favorite in Pandora’s Box. I went with the scene where Madison is applying first aid to Phoenix—aka Nix. Her son, Amos, gashed Nix on the arm while trying to kill her and Nix. Ultimately they won the fight only because Amos collapsed. This scene comes from the very beginning of the book when they’re just meeting and still trying to determine what’s wrong with her child. I love this scene because of the immediate spark between the two characters…


Phoenix laid his arm in front of her. He watched closely as she rolled up his bloody shirtsleeve. A conglomeration of tattoos flanked his arm and disappeared beneath the torn pieces of his shirt. She wondered how far they went up and how many blanketed his skin. She resisted asking. They appeared nicely done, but she knew little to nothing about tattoos and couldn’t make an informed opinion.
She bent over the cut and got to work. As she cleaned away the blood, she realized the gash wasn’t as bad as she thought. A stitch or two might be preferable, but it’d heal okay without them. The swirly hieroglyphic stylized tattoo wouldn’t be as lucky. Cleaved in two, it would be forever dissected. He should consider himself fortunate. If not for his quick reflexes, Amos might have hacked his arm off.
“How long has he been like this?”
“Amos?” She glanced up. Phoenix nodded. “A little over three months. He was fine one day, happy, chatty, and the next….” She struggled to hold it together. The strain wore on her, she couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus on daily chores, worried without end, and hope had grown thinner than a sheet of ice. “The next day, mute and homicidal.”
“Did he suffer any trauma?”
Madison jerked the antiseptic soaked gauze over his arm. “I swear to God if someone asks me that one more time, I’m going to take his head off!”
“Or arm,” he said dryly.
Her glare snapped to his. She’d just about endured enough of his smarta—and suddenly she grew aware how forceful she’d become in her anger. Contrite, she muttered, “Sorry.”
He let her finish cleaning and bandaging the wound in silence. Probably out of self-preservation.
“Your tattoo won’t ever be the same, but you’ll live.”
He shrugged. “Won’t be the first tat to suffer.”
Unsure what to say to his statement, she remained silent. She finished securing the bandage, and he flexed his arm.
“Nice dressing.”
She shook her head. “No.” She packed the supplies back into the box. “Just lots of practice lately.”
Phoenix placed a hand over hers, keeping her from tucking away the kit’s contents and motioned to her neck. “You’re bleeding, too.”
Madison touched her throat, shocked when her fingers came away smeared with blood.
“May I?” He held up the medical supplies.
She nodded and watched as he doused gauze with antiseptic. “Dr. Nix at your service,” he said with a grin, two adorable dimples charming her where words failed.
Madison rolled her eyes, and tipped her head to the side to give him better access. He brushed her hair off her neck, back behind her shoulder. Such a simple gesture, yet it felt terribly personal. The air grew thick and sticky with her awareness of him. She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs.
Madison stared into his eyes. Green, she thought, his eyes were green, gorgeous and intense, with ridiculously long eyelashes women would fantasize about. If they didn’t, they should. A flicker of compassion, concern, and something else she couldn’t identify flashed in his eyes.
“Ready?” he asked.
The husky tenor of his voice forced her gaze to shift to his mouth. Nice, sexy lips, designed for kissing. She gave a mental shake but couldn’t resist wondering how his mouth would feel on hers.
“Madison?” Humor deepened his voice, a touch of a smile tilted the edges of the lips she’d been fantasizing about, and she realized she still stared at them. “You ready?” he asked again, and her eyes widened in embarrassment over her foolish stupor.
She swallowed hard. “Yeah.” She whispered past the lump in her throat and forced her vision to lock on the wall over his shoulder. Good God, what was wrong with her? Her pulse throbbed like crazy, and she felt woozy. Loss of blood! Must be why she reacted that way. No other explanation made sense.
Even though the antiseptic stung like hell, the gentle touch coming from such a gruff man surprised her. “It’s not bad,” he said, dabbing the blood away. “Just a nick.”
Well, she could nix the blood loss theory. Exhaustion and stress were the only other excuses she could come up with. “I’ve suffered worse.” Her voice sounded off, kind of hoarse. She tried to clear her throat delicately, but he must have noticed her unease, because his perceptive eyes met hers. Again, she thought she caught the edge of concern reflected in their green depths.
“This isn’t the first time he’s attacked you?”
“No. It’s the first time he’s tried to seriously kill me, though.” She sighed as she closed her eyes, ready to give up fighting, the sudden tears threatening to fall. Okay, woozy and acting strange because of strain…not because of him. Seriously, as far as first impressions went, she wasn’t impressed.
Madison opened her eyes and stared at him, unsure of Phoenix Birmingham’s efficiency or professionalism. She decided not to jump to judgment just yet. “Finished?” she asked, her throat tight, burning from the effort to hold back her emotions.
“Yeah.” He tossed the gauze on the pile in the center of the table and leaned back into his chair.
Her motions jerky, she tossed everything back into the first aid kit, trashed the bloody gauze, and washed her hands.
“You sound and look exhausted.”
A lifetime ago, his honesty might have offended her. Now, she wasn’t worried about her appearance. With her son’s life in jeopardy, her looks weren’t important. She stared out the kitchen window, gravesites, like dirty little secrets, pock marked the lawn. The pet cemetery in her backyard placed the important things in life into perspective. “I am exhausted and a breath away from giving up,” she admitted for the first time. She turned to look at him, leaning against the sink.
Phoenix sipped his coffee. “Where’s Amos’s father?”
She hugged herself in an unconscious protective gesture. Imminent defeat hung heavy on her shoulders. “I don’t know. He walked out shortly after Amos turned two. Haven’t heard from him since. Personally, I hope the bastard is rotting in a terrorist prison, being raped and tortured on an hourly basis.”
“Bloodthirsty much?” he quipped, elevating his eyebrows, a half-grin on his mouth. Her gaze narrowed, and he said quickly, “It was a joke.”
She sent him a spiritless smile, telling herself to get a handle on her sensitivity. “Yeah,” she agreed with a sigh. “I guess I am a little bloodthirsty where he’s concerned.”
“I didn’t mean what I said upstairs.” He crossed an ankle over a knee. His green-eyed inspection crawled all over her, starting at her feet and ending with her hair.
She couldn’t get a read on his quick appraisal of her. Did she even want to know?
“My mouth gets away from me sometimes.” He rubbed his fingers over his bottom lip, a sexy move that betrayed his awkwardness. The mother inside her wanted to reassure him.
“Thank you.”
“So, tell me your story.”
Hell’s Phoenix

Fave scene two: The kitchen scene is another one of my favoritesMadison has saved Nix from Hell, but she’s embraced her demon fully. So much us going on in this scene, confessions that’ll change both of their lives, and of course, it rolls over into the sex scene. But, I’ll stick with just a small snippet from the kitchen scene before things heat up too much…

Excerpt from kitchen scene:

Madison opened her eyes and met his potent gaze. She grew antsy beneath his silent regard. “Yes, sugar to tame the demon you and Micah fed.” She cleared her throat. “And looking at you…I can’t help but remember all the other…activities that transpired in Hell.” Couldn’t she just keep her big mouth shut?
“You’re embarrassed?”
If nothing else, she owed him honesty. “Humiliated would be a better word.”
Nix flinched as if she’d struck him. “I’m sorry, Mads—”
“Don’t.” She made a slashing motion with her hand. “You weren’t yourself.”
“What if I told you I don’t remember all of it?”
“I’d say you’re lying.”
He ran his palm over his mouth. She noticed he didn’t deny that he remembered. “Let me heal your wound, Mads.”
“No.” She shook her head. Mutiny tightened his jaw and she blockaded any argument he might sow. “I accepted Micah’s sigil. I should live with the reminder of what I allowed myself to become.”
“What you became for me.”
“No. My fate was unavoidable.” Of that fact she’d grown certain. Maybe she wouldn’t have turned so soon, but she’d eventually have embraced her succubus.
“Sometimes you’re too damn stubborn for your own good.”
“That’s different than a normal day, how?”
Nix sighed. “Sit.” He angled his chair to face hers. “I’ll clean your wounds.”
Madison did not think that was a good idea, but how did she say no without hurting him further. And she sure wouldn’t tell him the demon inside sized him up like a child in an all-you-can-eat candy store.
Nix cracked the seal on the liquor bottle and filled the crystal tumbler to the rim. “I can’t believe you paid three hundred dollars for a bottle of liquor for me.”
“More like four hundred.”
His hand froze mid-air as he lifted the glass to his lips. “Four hundred? For me?”
“I planned to go to Hell for you.” She’d sold her soul in the process to save him, but she wouldn’t lay that guilt on his shoulders. “Why does four hundred surprise you?”
In silence, he took her measure, while draining the liquid in one gulp. She admired his sexy neck, X-marking the spot she wanted to kiss when his Adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow.
She pinched the bridge of her nose, reminding herself Nix was her friend, not her lover. Regardless of their taboo moments, he was not her lover. Never would be. Couldn’t be. Not if she wanted to save him from certain death. He and Alessa were meant to be together. Strong, capable and brave were the attributes of his woman, according to Georgie. Alessa would give him those qualities in spades. Most importantly, the horsewoman wasn’t a demon.
“You know that’s sipping liquor, right?”
A sardonic quirk edged his lips. If it held just a touch more tilt, it could have been deemed a smile. Instead, it came across as a grimace. “It’s not a sipping kind of night, Mads.”
He swiped his mouth with the back of his hand, refilled the goblet and offered her the glass. She shook her head and he said, “Drink it. You look like you could use it.”
“No, thanks, I already explained I need—”
“There’s enough sugar in this liquor to tame anything darkening your soul.”
Madison seriously doubted that, but his vigorous scrutiny compelled her to accept the glass. She sipped, but he wouldn’t tolerate anything so refined. Setting his fingers to the bottom of the glass, he tipped it until she ingested all of the spirits. Quickly. Much too quickly to protest.
Belly hot and her throat protesting the burn of the liquor, he casually plucked the goblet from her fingers and set it on the table. “Give it a moment. You’ll feel better in a minute.”
Give her a moment and she might be crawling all over him.
Nix swung his frame into the opposite chair, and sat facing her, with his legs spread wide. Since he walked into the room, Madison resisted ogling his chest, but this new position drew her focus lower.
“Right back where we started, huh, Mads? Just a different kitchen and a different year.”
“Yeah and a different set of problems.”
“Same problem,” he disagreed. Breath lodged in her lungs when his hand wedged between her knees and his fingers curled around the bottom edge of her chair. He pulled her closer, straight between his spread legs. “It’s always been Micah.”
Genesis Queen
(Book 3 to the Road to Hell series—Pandora’s Box and Hell’s Pheonix are must reads prior to picking up this book)

Fave scene two: Madison knows someone is coming to kill her. So when Micah’s angelic brothers make a hit on her, they’re unprepared and are trapped. With no one to aid them, Madison faces sure death. I love this scene because it shows not only how Micah handles being defenseless, but details just how vulnerable his emotions are toward Madison

Excerpt from scene two:

Three prismatic stones tumbled into her hand. They weren’t stones, but rather seeds of destruction calledSterillium.
“Fuck.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Toss them away, Madison. Better yet, blow them to smithereens.”
She met Micah’s eyes as Domiel spoke. “No. She’ll ingest them. One at a time. We will all watch her die.Sloooowly.” He grinned as he dragged out the final word.
I cannot torture this son-of-a-bitch soon enough or long enough to mitigate my wrath.
Sterillium poisoning turned what Hell offered into paradise. The death they planned for her far outweighed any suffering he’d doled out to the souls he collected. This was a death for the morbidly corrupt and he’d only seen Father use them once, before the dawn of mankind.
“She’ll eat them. Or I’ll kill the child.”
“Swear to your father you will not harm Amos if I consume them.” Madison stared straight at his brother, no vacillation in her gaze.
“Don’t even think about ingesting those, Madison.” He couldn’t lose her. Not like this. He swiped his fingers through his hair and paced the small perimeter the fire created. He’d forfeit everything for her, even his plan to breach Heaven’s gates. All his goals paled when faced with the odds of her survival rate, which were nil if she consumed those seeds.
Domiel approached the Demon Lock. Movement in the trees drew Micah’s attention. He hoped like hell it was the dragons. Unbelievable that Kur’s group would be their last line of defense.
“I swear I won’t harm the child.” Domiel circled her magical cage. “I’m impressed, Beliel. I thought you were all brawn with very little intelligence. She’s a masterpiece of creation. Beautiful. Gutsy.” A momentary pause. “And still very dead. Eat.”
Madison popped the first seed as casually as she might a grape. A second later, she went to her hands and knees, dry heaving and crying. Dragons flew from the trees and hit an invisible shield. They didn’t relent, but banged against the magical safeguard, dousing it with icy-fire and scraping it with their claws.
The magic held solid. Thwarting their last line of defense.
He stared at his woman, desiring to ease her suffering, while vowing to kill his brother. After the first round, she lay on her side, curled in a fetal position, trembling and emitting tiny whimpers that broke his heart. Her Lynx eyes dimmed…evidence the Sterillium ebbed her life force.
His hope lagged as Domiel knelt beside her outside the ring. “Take a second one.”
Li, Madison!” No! Desperate, Micah kicked dirt on the flames. Unsurprised when the soil failed to hinder the fire, he lowered his standards and began to beg. “Domiel, brother, please don’t do this. I beseech you to show some compassion. She’s innocent in this war between Father and me.”
Domiel turned in his crouched position to face him. “You would forfeit your pride to save her life, Beliel? Prove it. Bow before me, your superior. Plead your mercy, but make it good. Your slut’s life depends upon how eloquently you speak.”
Pleading kindness from one in Father’s command offended his dignity, but with Madison’s life on the line, it was a small discomfort to endure.
Without hesitation, he went to his knees. Tears blurred his vision. He resisted knocking them aside. For Madison, he would allow his brother to witness the evidence of his emotions where she was concerned. “Please spare my family. They are all that is good in my life. For five years, she has fought against my design for her future. I will forfeit all my plans for them if you would find compassion and grant them clemency.”
Micah was not oblivious to the irony that when others implored leniency from him, he’d never granted favor. Compassion among most angels—except for the Cherubim—was a genetic anomaly. Father hadn’t built them for empathy, but rather to serve His purpose.
“You love her?” Domiel canted his head as if intrigued by the possibility.
“Yes. Of course.”
“I thought she was only a means to an end. A way to annoy Father.”
In the beginning, that’d been true, but everything changed when he’d met the fifteen-year-old girl who’d grown into his wife.
A satisfied grin stretched Domiel’s lips. The mannerism nettled him. He wanted to rip it off his brother’s face.
“I love her.” He hooked hair behind his ear. She is my everything. To lose her would ruin him. “I’ve never begged anyone for anything. I implore you to leave her out of this. Kill me instead of my family.” Maybe if Phoenix got to her in time after Micah’s death, the Ark would be able to save her from their covenant.
“Intriguing.” Domiel ran his fingers along his mandible and tapped his chin. He coveted breaking his brother’s jaw. “Eat the second seed, Madison.”
He ground his molars. “Madison, do not listen to him, kitten. We’ll find another way.” Even he had to admit his promise sounded hollow.
“I promise you the boy is dead if you don’t eat,” Domiel countered, cool as ice.
Madison’s pink eyes rolled in their sockets until only white was visible. She panted, ragged breaths as if she exerted herself when all she attempted was to sit up. After a moment, she gave up and crumpled to the earth. Arm shaky, she brought her hand toward her face. “Vow to me again, you will not harm Amos.”
If she was this weak after one, a second seed might terminate her.
Straight away, Domiel nodded, staring at her as if her plucky spirit awed him.
“Say it.” She coughed. “I want to hear your promise.”
“I vow to you Amos will live.”
“Doesn’t mean you won’t kill him tomorrow.”
“Decide for yourself, Madison. Who’s the biggest liar between us? Beliel or me?” Domiel tapped her chin. “I’m an Esdras angel. We cannot lie. Can we, Beliel?”
Technically, Domiel spoke true, but…. “That doesn’t mean you cannot distort the truth. Kitten, please don’t do this. Fight for our son.”
“I sacrifice all for Amos,” he thought she whispered just before she swallowed the second seed.
A moment later, she convulsed with a sharp scream, making gurgling noises afterward as if she choked on bodily fluids. The dragons’ assault grew more fearsome, their claws ticking at the invisible magic and they shrieked.
The seizure Madison suffered lasted a long, long time before slowing, and altering into mini-jerks, a wheezy grunt emerging from her with each shudder. Finally, she went limp, a single breath rattling from her lungs, her eyes going wide.
His kitten didn’t drag in another breath. Wetness hit his cheeks. “Breathe, Madison! Fucking breathe!” Fingers curled into fists, he pummeled the soil, sat back on his heels, and roared until his throat hurt.
Madison gasped with a jolt, her breathing much too fast, and the pink of her Lynx so dim, her demon was almost voided. He sighed in relief, hating himself for wanting her to suffer more. But so long as she breathed, his optimism endured. Hope that a dragon would break whatever spell shrouded them. Hope that Phoenix would come to and demonstrate how big a threat he could be.
He’d pray for a miracle if he thought his father would listen. Anything to save the woman he loved.
Madison moaned. Her head rolled to the side and she slurred, “Hurt…all…ov—er.”
Domiel pinched her chin and jerked her so she would meet his stare. She groaned at the sudden movement. “I thought for sure you were gone. I’m glad you’re not. I believe I understand why Beliel enjoys torturing souls in Hell. It’s entertaining watching you suffer. I’m embarrassed to admit I’m aroused by your agony.”
Domiel adjusted himself. Micah felt like his sibling soiled her with his lust.
“Blah, blah, blah, brother.” Over his shoulder, Domiel shot him a triumphant grin. “Eat the last one, Madison.”
“I will eat your heart after I rip it from your chest, Domiel.” A promise he had all intentions of fulfilling.
“Stand in line. Eliel already made the same vow.”
“Bring her to me. Allow her to die while I hold her.” His beloved should not perish alone.
“No. She’s undeserving of comfort, even from you.”
I never hated Fatheranyonethis much. “Brother, I vow that I will slaughter you. I’ll reap your soul to Hell—”
“Good luck with those aspirations.”
“—and you’ll suffer for an infinity for what you’ve done today.” Could his brother be unaware of theScepter of Spirits? And his role as Father’s reaper of souls?
Micah rose to his feet and held his hand in theAngelfire, reminding his brother that although he was trapped, the blaze didn’t harm an archangel. The flames would kill one of Domiel’s ilk. Just one lapse in the line of fire and Micah would gain freedom. “Pray very hard I discover none of the names of those you love. Because not even Heaven’s gates will hinder me from claiming them and killing them over and over again. WhileYouWatch.”
Whatever Domiel saw in Micah’s eyes or on his face gave him pause. But not enough to halt his objective.
“I’ll help him,” Elias said, silky-smooth from the other ring.
Domiel’s expression blanked. “Eat the seed, Madison.”
“Can’t…li—lif…hanz.” Her words were garbled like a victim of a stroke.
“Find a way. Suicide is part of your sin.”
Micah growled a warning, but without the dragons breaking through or Phoenix waking up, he was useless to aid her.
Somehow Madison managed to roll onto her stomach and she ate the seed from the lawn.
“I love you, Madison.”
He thought she whispered his name. Moments later she bowed with a shriek, her fingers digging into the soil, as she coughed up blood. Torturous seconds ticked by until he wished oblivion would eliminate her suffering. Finally, she wilted against the earth.
No shift of a breeze.
Not even an angel moved.
A sudden onset of weakness forced him to his knees. The covenant worked immediately, verifying Madison’s death.
Micah shook in the aftermath of disbelief, laboring to draw in a breath. “Madison!”
No response. Not even a twitch of recognition from her.
Domiel roughly grabbed her by her hair and jerked her up, so all could see her face. Blood dripped from all orifices…eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
Blue eyes wide, glassy, turning foggy in death. Her beautiful face expressionless.
Dead. My kitten is dead.
Tears choked him. He threw back his head and shouted his grief, dragging his angel talons across his chest and gouging his flesh. Compared to the searing pain of losing his wife, the self-inflicted wounds were mere abrasions
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