Fantastical Series
The Virtue of Vice
Erotic Urban Fantasy meets Supernatural Thriller
Her Daddy forgives everyone — so she’ll make sinners pay on Earth first.
Heaven’s Burnout Angel Targets Earth’s Bad Men (and Their Cocks)
In a heaven where everyone gets a free pass, Nyx Thorne — angelic bureaucrat turned cosmic rebel — has had enough. Trading celestial robes for French Quarter grit, she plunges into New Orleans’ underworld seeking bad men deserving earthly punishment before her father’s infinite mercy whisks them skyward.
Armed with divine beauty that turns hardened criminals into putty — and a breath that leaves cocks throbbing and wills shattered — she targets corrupt cop Terrance O’Malley, draining his wallet and sanity between sweat-soaked hotel sheets.
But when crime lord Rocco Malone drags her into his empire of vice, Nyx discovers even monsters crave redemption… or destruction.
As surveillance footage captures her nude form teleporting between crime scenes, two questions haunt New Orleans: Is she savior or succubus?
Lust meets vengeance in this provocative fantasy where even angels have a taste for trouble — and no cock stands a chance.
Heavenly Table of Contents
Erotic Urban Fantasy meets Supernatural Thriller
- 1) Halo Hips & Last-Gasp Lust: When God’s Daughter Became Bourbon Street Eye Candy
- 2) Celestial Cunt Economics: How One Bare Goddess Bankrupted Men’s Pants in the French Quarter
- 3) Celestial Cocksleeve: When Heaven Demands Endless Loads
- 4) Detective’s Delinquent Divine: Twelve Grand Buys Eternal Blue Balls
- 5) Heaven’s Hustle: How Divine Thighs Opened Every Wallet (and Zipper) in New Orleans
- 6) Velvet Vices: Where Billionaire Cocks Fund College Tuitions
- 7) Bare Celestial Assets Bankrupt Badge & Balls at Neon Lounge
- 8) Mafia Coffins: When Death Wears Perky Tits and a Killer Smile
- 9) Bare Celestial Ass Redefining Bad Men’s Expiration Dates
- 10) Dollar-Store Divinity: Bare Pussy Closes Real Estate Deals
- 11) Winged Pussy Assassination – How Blondes Break the Rich & Horny
Teasers:
“The air in the lab seemed to thicken as all three watched the footage. One moment Miller was alone, and the next — a woman stood before his desk. She hadn’t walked in, hadn’t opened a door. She’d simply materialized in the frame as if she’d been there all along.”
“Nyx’s eyes widened at the unexpected assault of sensation. The pressure of his mouth, the taste of whiskey and mint, the warmth of another body pressed against hers — theoretical knowledge blossomed into visceral experience. Her knees weakened momentarily as nerve endings she didn’t know she possessed fired in chaotic sequence.”
“This is beyond irregular.” Laura’s voice dropped lower as they navigated between desks. “Two crime bosses dead of identical ‘natural causes’ after making confessions that implicate a dirty cop, both in the presence of the same mysterious woman who appears and disappears on camera?”
“Nyx absorbed these details with the same methodical attention she’d applied to her own sexual experiments. The women’s techniques differed from hers in intent — where Nyx sought understanding, they sought compensation — but the fundamental mechanics of manipulation through desire remained identical.”
But, wait! Is there a moral to this story?
Well, do you want one? If so, it could sound like this.
New Orleans’ humid decay and divine decadence mirror Nyx’s journey — a celestial being seduced by humanity’s messy contradictions. This story interrogates whether “good” and “evil” are absolutes or mere perspectives shaped by exhaustion, desire, and higher powers. Through Nyx’s rebellion — sleeping with sinners while secretly craving justice — we ask: Can true morality exist without understanding temptation?
The novel doesn’t excuse cruelty but questions whether forgiveness (divine or human) requires earned redemption or merely honest reckoning
Nyx’s nudity — literal and metaphorical — strips away pretense: angels crave chaos, cops harbor corruption, and even God’s love feels like neglect. Her journey suggests that growth lies not in purity, but in embracing the flawed duality. After all, what’s more human than an immortal choosing mortality? More divine than a detective learning mercy? In this city of voodoo and vice, salvation isn’t found in heaven or hell… but in the sweat-slicked space between skin and soul.
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