Unchained Desire

With: R. C. Alvarez

Hello! We are R.C. Alvarez, writing team of Storm Navarro and Jolie de la Cruz. Below is an excerpt from our newly released book, Unchained Desire, a paranormal romance about fallen angels, wicked demons, and falling in love in a world full of danger:

Ramiel craved peace and quiet. Unfortunately, he needed to feed.

As he took the first step from his dark corner, the door opened and slammed against the wall from the fierce wind that had picked up outside. A gust of sleet drove into the room, causing the people nearby to yell at the newcomer to shut the door. A female.

The foul odors of sin and debauchery, he was used to, but the new female brought the polar opposite.

She appeared lost and innocent, hands clenched together with white knuckles. A low curse tumbled from his lips. He’d seen that look before, and he would not fall for it a second time. And yet, just as the chain that shackled his wrist to his neck kept him locked to his demon princess, he couldn’t look away. She approached the closest waitress. As one, they turned. The traitorous server pointed.

A deep scowl pulled his brow down as the tall female wove her way straight toward him.

This can’t be good.

She pushed the hood of her white coat from her face.

His lungs seized. A pure light radiated from her. He half expected to see a fucking halo on her, glimmering above her head, or hear a choir singing her name.

Everything sweet and honest, all the same crap he thought he was protecting in another lifetime. The iron around his neck and wrist was proof of his stupidity.

He did a quick read on her but couldn’t pick up an emotion or thought. Suspicion brewed in his chest.

“Ramiel?” Sweet and gentle, her voice drowned out the ugly noise of the bar.

He stood over her, not moving, just staring. She licked her lips. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear she was nervous. Oh, she’s good.

“I’m Kyria. I need your help.” Her whispered plea pulled at him, reminding him of the stupid hero complex he had suffered from long ago.

It had been fifty-four thousand, seven hundred and fifty days, to be exact, when a blond beauty had stopped him in his tracks. Gallantly, with the highest level of arrogance, he had offered her anything she needed, clueless that it would end up being his soul.

Naamah recently renamed herself Nema. An archdemon who had turned him into her personal blood bank.

He warned her to back off with a gruff sound in the back of his throat. She flinched but didn’t move, just stood there smelling like cinnamon and vanilla, full of determination and hope. I gotta admire that.

But he wasn’t going to fall for it again. Before she could ask a question, he held up a hand. “Do I look like I care?”

She swallowed. “It’s a matter of life and death. You are the only one who can help.”

“Bullshit.” He crowded her space, forcing her to take a step back until she pressed herself against the dingy, rough wall. “I’m not falling for that fucking damsel in distress act again.”

The sweet vanilla scent of her skin enveloped him, so different from the other one. An old protective instinct welled inside him from somewhere he’d long forgotten.

Where he had wanted to dominate and prove his warrior’s strength around Nema, this woman only gave him the urge to wrap her up and carry her off somewhere safe. Away from the leering eyes of monsters and men.

The situation was so much the same, giving him a vague kind of déjà vu, but so different. Battling with himself, Ram was lured to her mouth, partially opened. The softness of those lips called to him. For the first time in a long while, he wanted to touch, but he couldn’t trust her.

Move away.

Sweet and strong, so deliciously different from the rot of death and decay.

The seven-day countdown to restore his essence had started, and he was wasting time glaring at a woman he didn’t trust enough to feed from.

“I’m leaving.”

Midturn, he felt her hand grab his forearm.

He stopped, his escape thwarted by her gentle touch.

On her toes, she leaned in. “Please. I don’t have anywhere else to go.”


Chained to a demon queen for hundreds of years, fallen angel Ramiel has given up on his brothers and sisters—and humanity. He has seven days away from hell to replenish his power and that’s all he cares about—right up until his meeting with the much too innocent Kyria. He fell for that act before and it landed him in hell, he won’t be making that mistake again.

To save her sick father, Kyria knows she must find Ramiel. He’s dark, brooding and everything Kyria should be scared of, but the haunted look in his eyes makes her think there’s more to him. The tattoos and chains don’t frighten her either, but the connection she has with him does. When strange creatures attack her, Ramiel steps in to protect her.

Ramiel believes he’s reluctantly helping Kyria, but what neither of them knows is that she may be the one to save them all…