Captured Angel

By Crymsyn Hart

Christa has been taking photos for years, and she’s finally gotten her big break. However, everyone wants a piece of her including Bastian, her ex-boyfriend. One night while she’s walking home, she’s attacked and her savior is a hunk of a man. The only problem is, she really isn’t looking for a relationship.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Purple Sword Publications
• Release date: Oct 31, 2009
• ISBN: 9781936165322

Crymsyn Hart

Crymsyn Hart is a bestselling author of Erotic Romance. Her worlds are filled with luscious vampires, gorgeous gods, quirky witches, and everything else that goes bump in the night. Hell, there is even a delicious cheesecake god floating around, but if I were you I wouldn’t eat his brownie cheesecake. Crymsyn worked as a psychic for many years in Boston while attending Emerson College. She graduated with a BFA in Writing, Literature, & Publishing. When she gets bored, she sneaks away to local cemeteries and coffee shops to find peace and quiet. Granted, graveyards might be a great place for the dead, but she still has to listen to their chattering. It can get annoying when all you want to do is write, but she can tell you quite a ghost story. Crymsyn shares her life with a small zoo, two playful puppies and her hubby Mark. If you come after dark, you’re more than likely to find her snuggled up with a gory horror movie, or a bloody vampire movie. Crymsyn has a collection of Living Dead Dolls and five bookshelves overflowing with books. Of course there's always room for more.

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Captured Angel

Crymsyn Hart

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CAPTURED ANGEL

Copyright © 2009 Crymsyn Hart. All rights reserved worldwide.

ISBN 978-1-936165-32-2

Cover Art Designed By Anastasia Rabiyah

Edited By Traci Markou

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CHAPTER ONE

I inhaled the cigarette, letting the drag settle in my lungs. Slowly, I let the smoke out, watching as the vapor mixed with my breath. Gazing around the darkened street, I flicked the butt away and zipped my jacket closer to my face. Blowing in my hands, I tried to warm my digits because the temperature was falling fast, and my ride still hadn’t shown.

Fuck, I thought. He gets five more minutes. After that his ass is fucked. I’d been waiting in the doorway of Millicent’s apartment for over an hour for my no-good-boyfriend to pick me up.

Bastian was five years older than me. I’d met him in college one night while I was out with a study group drinking and arguing over some bullshit literature class I was only taking as an elective anyway. I needed to fill the space in my schedule and let Daddy know I was serious about school. My father hadn’t given two shits about me since I was a girl in cute, little pigtails. He provided the tuition check to make sure his little princess got an upscale education. He barely acknowledged I was alive. Business was his life, and whenever I had needed him for anything it was, How much honey? or Go see the nanny, Daddy’s busy right now.

I hit my hand against the stone doorway of my friend’s apartment building, wishing I had grown up poor. At least then I would’ve had someone to pay attention to me besides a fat checkbook and nannies who locked me in the closet so they wouldn’t have to deal with me. Or the teachers who thought I was the cute porcelain doll that was good to fuck. My father never knew about the abuse. I was in the care of others, so why would he have to even think about me? Who would have believed me when I was such a bratty kid? Sneaking out, being arrested, trying my hand at drugs, and even breaking into a few cars with my lowlife boyfriends. My father washed his hands of me in high school and got remarried to a Barbie who was only just legal. Now, he had a more perfect family that sent me a monthly stipend and a pretty Christmas card along with a fruit basket. His business partners got more attention.

I sparked another smoke and slung my backpack over my shoulder. Fuck Bastian. I’d had enough of him anyway. Good-for-nothing-sorry-son-of-a-bitch. He was worthless and didn’t know what to do with his dick. What did I see in him? Maybe it was the whole little boy lost thing I was