Adrian: Bonus Material for A Touch of Crimson

Published by Sylvia Day

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Praise for the Renegade Angels Series

Praise for
A Touch of
Crimson

“
A Touch of Crimson
will rock readers
with a stunning new world, a hot-blooded hero, and a strong,
kick-ass heroine. This is Sylvia Day at the top of her game!"

—Larissa Ione,
New York Times
bestselling author

“Angels and demons, vampires and lycans, all
set against an inventive, intriguing story world that hooked me
from the first page. Balancing action and romance, humor and hot
sensuality, Sylvia Day’s storytelling dazzles. I can’t wait to read
more about this league of sexy, dangerous guardian angels and the
fascinating world they inhabit.
A Touch of Crimson
is a
paranormal romance lover’s feast!”

—Lara Adrian,
New York Times
bestselling author

“Sylvia Day spins a gorgeous adventure in
A Touch of Crimson
that combines gritty, exciting
storytelling with soaring lyricism. Adrian is my favorite kind of
hero — an alpha male angel determined to win the heart of his
heroine, Lindsay, while protecting her from his lethal enemy.
Lindsay is a gutsy, likable woman with paranormal abilities of her
own, as well as a dedication to protecting humanity against a race
of demonic monsters. This is definitely a book for your keeper
shelf."

—Angela Knight,
New York Times
bestselling author

“
A Touch of Crimson
explodes with
passion and heat. A hot, sexy angel to die for and a gutsy heroine
make for one exciting read!”

—Cheyenne McCray,
New York Times
bestselling author

“Only Day can take a reincarnation plot and
make it a gripping, touching and scintillating page-turner. She
skillfully blends a timeless tale of love lost and found.
A
Touch of Crimson
is a perfect romance with excellent
worldbuilding rich with angels, lycans and vampires.”

—
RT Book Reviews

Praise for Sylvia Day writing as S.J. Day

“Great characters and terrific storytelling
in a hot-blooded adrenaline ride. A keep-you-up-all-night
read.”

—Patricia Briggs, #1
New York Times
bestselling author

“Exhilarating adventure in an edgy world of
angels and demons...will keep readers enthralled.”

—
Publishers Weekly

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Copyright

Praise for the Renegade Angels

SUPERNATURAL SMACKDOWN

BLACK AGNES

AUTHOR OVERRIDE INTERVIEW

MONDAY MANDY INTERVIEW

A Touch of Crimson

THE
AUTHOR

The following vignette was originally posted
on DarkFaerieTales.com, Sept 2011.

SUPERNATURAL SMACKDOWN

Adrian Mitchell

Name:
Adrian Mitchell

Book Series:
Renegade
Angels

Job:
Captain of the
Sentinels, an elite special ops team of seraphim tasked with
punishing the Fallen

Height:
6’3”

Weight:
200lbs (minus wing
weight)

Hair Color:
black

Eye Color:
flame-blue

From (Location):
presently
headquartered in Orange County, CA

Significant Other:
Lindsay
Gibson/Shadoe

Signature Move:
lashing out
with his wings, which are impervious to mortal weapons and feature
razor-sharp tips that slice like blades

Kill Highlights:
ripping
beating hearts straight out of the chest cavity, decapitation,
evisceration, limb severing, mind warping

Enemies:
Syre, Captain of
the Fallen and leader of the vampires

Favorite Pastime:
flying
(via his wings or with state-of-the-art aircraft–he heads a
cutting-edge aeronautics corporation) and seducing
Lindsay–preferably both at the same time.

Other Facts:
Aside from
giving up Lindsay, there’s nothing Adrian won’t do to complete his
mission–misdirection, torture, twisting minds into insanity, death…
The ends always justify the means.

I remember quite vividly how I came to be
here at this Supernatural Smackdown. I was working in my home
office when Damien showed my visitor in. I glanced up briefly,
intending to tell Ms. Day that I didn’t have time for her that
afternoon when the brilliant red of her pants caught my eye.
Flannel, I noted, before looking out the window at the beautiful
Southern California weather. I returned my attention to her as she
helped herself to one of the chairs facing my desk. My gaze
narrowed and I tried to figure out what the atrocious pattern on
her pants was.

Frosty the Snowman, I realized with more than
a little horror. The woman had come to see me in her pajamas.

“Ms. Day,” I said, leaning back. “I know you
spend an inordinate amount of time occupied with writing your
books, but surely someone told you it’s September.”

She blew a stray strand of hair out of her
face. “I know what month it is, Adrian. That’s why I’m here.”

I took in the haphazard way she’d clipped up
her hair and the lack of makeup, and sighed inwardly. She could be
moderately attractive when she chose to be. Apparently, I wasn’t
worth the effort. “Well, fill me in, then. I’m busy.”

“Don’t take that tone with me,” she retorted,
foolishly believing I wouldn’t hurt her if I had to. She’s always
been too confident because I sought her out. She probably thinks
that means I need her. “You have an appointment, and if you don’t
leave now you’ll be late. They’ve already emailed and asked where
you are.”

Setting my elbows on the armrests of my
chair, I steepled my fingertips together, as if in prayer. I do
occasionally make an attempt to update the Creator on the status of
my mission, but it’s been a very long time since he’s paid any
attention to me.

“I’m never late,” I reminded her. “At least
not when I’m aware I need to be somewhere.” She, however, is rarely
on time. In the nearly two years we’ve been working together, I’ve
waited on her countless times.

“Don’t tell me you forgot the Supernatural
Smackdown. I know Lindsay reminded you.”

The event sounded vaguely familiar. My head
fell back into the headrest as I thought about it. “Ah, yes. I
remember now.”

“Good. Now, go kick some ass.”

I savored the savage rush of bloodlust. I’d
been agitated for days and was still working on seducing Lindsay
Gibson into my bed. With sex not yet an option, a death match was
the second best stress reliever.

“I know that look,” Ms. Day said with
narrowed eyes. “Don’t forget this is an exhibition match. No
killing.”

I stilled. “Beg your pardon?”

“You can’t kill anyone. It’s just for
sport.”

“Oh, no,” I crooned softly, pushing leisurely
to my feet. “If you think I’m going to put on a show for you,
you’re as mistaken as I was when I came to
you
with my
story instead of Kresley Cole or J.R. Ward.”

She tried to hide it, but she pouted a
little. “That was mean. It wasn’t easy working with you, you know.
I did my best. I’ve never worked harder on a book.”

I rounded my desk with an unwelcome twinge of
contrition. For all her faults and foibles, she wasn’t half-bad as
far as mortals went. There were times I found myself… liking her.
“I’m sorry.”

She blinked. “Oh my god, I have to write the
date and time down for posterity.”

The moment of affection faded as quickly as
it had come. “Send Lindsay.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not? She’s an expert with knives, a
brilliant marksman, and she’s too fearless for her own good. She’ll
have a blast.”

“I love Lindsay,” Ms. Day said. “I would’ve
broken you two up if I didn’t.”

I was infuriated by the mere thought and my
wings materialized in a visible manifestation of my irritation.
They emerged as ephemeral wisps of smoke before solidifying into
alabaster feathers with crimson tips. I stretched them out, flexing
them to shake off my increasingly volatile mood.

“See?” she breathed, her gaze soft and
dreamy. “That’s why you have to go.”

I snapped my fingers in front of her face.
“Ms. Day. Focus, please. Mortals aren’t supposed to know we’re here
among them, remember?”

“This is a special circumstance. Everyone’s
coming out of the woodwork for this event. They’re all showing off
their signature moves. You’ve got to show them how you deflect
bullets with those beautiful wings. And how they spin around you so
fluidly, like a cape, when you’re in battle.”

“I’m not a sideshow amusement. Find someone
else. Or let me kill something. Your choice.”

She looked at me with compassion I didn’t
want. “You don’t how much longer you’ll have those,” she said
gently. “Not now that you’re with Lindsay.”

There was no need to say more. I knew what I
risked by loving a mortal, but I wouldn’t change how I felt about
Lindsay even if I’d been given the option to. She was everything to
me. The reason I pushed through every day and looked forward to
every night. The reason I might one day lose my wings.

“All right,” I said, holding out a hand.
“Give me the address.”

So here I am. Who’s ready to get
wing-slapped?

The following vignette was originally posted
on AllThingUrbanFantasy.blogspot.com, Oct 2011.

BLACK AGNES

Adrian Mitchell

“
What’s spookier than a graveyard a
night?  One full of vampires, warrior angels, and statues that
come to life.  Sylvia Day’s Adrian Mitchell from the first
book in the new
Renegade
Angels
series,
A TOUCH OF
CRIMSON
(available now from Signet Eclipse), is telling
us a suitably scary and sexy version of the Black Agnes urban
legend.”

~ AllThingUrbanFantasy.blogspot.com