OS: Welcome to for stopping by with their new cover!
CC: Hello! I’d like to thank Open Skye Book Reviews for hosting my cover reveal!
This is the second cover for this book, part of the matching set for the Heaven Corp series that my amazing artist, LC Chase, created.
I really like how it looks like Hank is bound here, and if you’re familiar with Hank from Angel 1089, the first book in the series, you know that he likes that sort of thing. In Exodus, we find out a bit more about Hank and Ian, and why they left the shining city of Heaven for the devastated planet Earth. This cover does a great job of showing Hank looking at his new home, covered in a slight haze instead of bright sunshine. It’s so different from everything he’s known.
Once all three books are out, I think this set will look lovely together in paperback. I can’t wait to get my own copy.
Check it out and let me know what you think!
The truth could lead to war.
Henry “Hank” Abraham enjoys being one of the most sought-after personalities in Heaven. Life is good in the floating city for someone born to one of the wealthy and influential Founding Families. Hank parties with the privileged and beds someone different every night, flouting the morality laws that control the lives of the common people on the city’s lower levels. Then someone tries to kill him—repeatedly. Terrorists have Hank in their crosshairs, and his long disinterest in politics has come home to roost.
Ian Caldwell has been a security guard for the Abraham family for years. He survives the hypocrisy by sneaking away to the BDSM clubs on Earth to feed his baser desires. When he’s assigned to protect Hank, Ian pushes his attraction for his client aside. That kind of thing could get him reprogrammed. But he doesn’t count on actually falling for a man who isn’t as shallow and self-absorbed as he seems. Neither of them is prepared for the truth behind the attacks. Their journey will take them from Heaven to hell and beyond… and it might bring the tension between the classes to a violent head at last.
CC Bridges is a mild-mannered librarian by day, but by night she writes about worlds of adventure and romance. When she’s not busy solving puzzles in an escape room, she can be found diving into comics or binge-watching superhero movies. She writes surrounded by books, spare computing equipment, a fluffy dog, and a long-suffering husband in the state of New Jersey.
A tapping on the window caught his attention. Hank grinned and brushed his fingers over the button that dissolved the window. Outside, a golden gondola hovered, carrying one of the men from his security detail. Hank hadn’t completely managed to lose his handlers.
“Get in, Master Henry.”
“Ian, really?” Hank already had one leg out the window.
“Just get in the damn gondola, Hank.”
Hank winked as he dropped his shoes over the ledge. They landed with a thump on the padded seats. He followed and winced as his ass made contact with the armrest instead. Ian could have raised the gondola to the proper level. Probably thought he’d teach Hank a bit of a lesson—no, that wasn’t fair.
Ian didn’t do crap like that. If he had a problem with Hank, he’d say so, not do passive-aggressive shit like most of the security people Father hired. It helped that Ian wasn’t bad-looking for someone from the lower Circles. His face lacked the usual perfection, but something in his serious brow and dark eyes begged for a second look.
Maybe Hank had spent a few evenings fantasizing about Ian—about the strength coiled beneath that deceptively trim frame. Ian had incredible hands, and Hank imagined himself under them.
“Where are the other guards?” Hank put on his shoes, even though they stank like the back room of a bar. He managed to get one on before realizing he had it on the wrong foot.
Ian flicked on the forceshield without looking back at Hank. “I’m pretty sure they’re still at Cloud 9, expecting your return. I was the only one smart enough to follow you.”
“You don’t happen to have a hangover patch handy, do you?” His head had started to throb with the motion of the gondola.
“Sorry. You’ll have to wait until we get back.”
“What good are you?” The words had more bite than he’d intended. He meant it as a joke, but the pain made it sound bitter and angry.
He got a glare thrown his way—which he deserved—but Ian never had the chance to respond in kind. A booming roar filled his ears, and a flash of light blinded him. The gondola rocked to the side and spun and lurched in the air.
Hank slammed against the shield, thrown upward by the impact. He tumbled back onto the seats, with his head pounding and belly wrenching. The world twisted around him. What the hell had happened?
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