Angel Warrior

Immortal Angel

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Angel Warrior

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Published by Fallen Press, Ltd.

Copyright © 2016

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Angel Warrior: An Angel Warrior Romance

Angel Betrayed: An Angel Warrior Romance (Release date 6/22/16)

Angel Awakened: An Angel Warrior Romance (Release date 6/29/16)

Angel Captured: An Angel Warrior Romance (Release date 7/6/16)

Angel Forever: An Angel Warrior Romance (Release date 7/13/16

To Kiss A Warrior: An Alien Rogue Romance

To Touch A Warrior: An Alien Rogue Romance (Release date 6/24/16)

To Protect A Warrior: An Alien Rogue Romance (Release date 7/1/16)

To Trust A Warrior: An Alien Rogue Romance (Release date 7/8/16)

To Love A Warrior: An Alien Rogue Romance (Release date 7/15/16

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

About the Author

Preview of
Angel Betrayed

Preview of
To Kiss A Warrior

"So, how is your day looking? Do you think I could meet you for lunch?" Doug’s voice comes through the door of the bathroom, and I can tell he's standing right outside.

I close the door of the medicine cabinet and look at myself in the mirror. There is something wrong with Doug these days, but I can't put my finger on it. It should be okay for a guy I’m seeing occasionally to ask about my job, right? The only thing is, he never took an interest in it until about a month ago.

And the last time he met me at my office he'd been a little too snoopy for my liking.

"Uh, no." I try to sound reluctant. “I have to meet my boss for lunch today."

I open the door and step out, and he puts his arms around me. It used to make me feel special, but now I just feel…worried. On the outside he’s the same man, green button-down shirt and black slacks, raven hair parted on the side. But now I look up into his piercing blue eyes and wonder what’s going on in his head.

“That’s too bad, Gillian.” His familiar grin is missing its warmth. “Dinner tomorrow, then?”

“Yeah, sounds great.”
Maybe
. I don’t think I’ll be seeing Doug again, but I’ll cancel by phone. It’s been a great few months, but I don’t have time to deal with his weirdness. My work comes first. Especially now. I’m pretty close to a breakthrough that could completely change my career forever.

Better get to it, hadn’t I?

Gillian works too hard. The errant thought startles me.

I’ve never cared about what the person I’m protecting does before.
But there’s something special about Gillian. Something that draws me to her in a way I can’t explain. Maybe it’s her passion for her work.
Or maybe she’s just the hottest thing you’ve seen in a long, long time.

Whatever it is, it makes being assigned to her rather difficult. And keeping my mind on my work is usually not a problem for me.

She’s finally leaving her lab at 7:00 p.m. As she crosses the street to meet her roommate for coffee at their usual café, I’m struck again by how beautiful she is. Faded blue jeans and a T-shirt, eyes so blue they’re almost purple, shiny blond hair back in a ponytail.
I wonder what it feels like to run my fingers through it.
She’s natural. No makeup required. And she’s a scientist.

Brains and beauty.

Next to her, I’m a beast.

My story is different. I skipped out on school, did my time in the service, and then built a security company and made a living protecting low-life scumbags from other low-life scumbags. Until I was shot point-blank by someone I’d trusted.

How I became an angel when I died I’ll never know. I guess Michael just needed people who could fight.
Because I sure as hell can fight.

And I’ve got an instinct when one is coming up. Like right now. Something’s wrong, but I can’t put my finger on it. I knew when Michael assigned me to her that there might be trouble. But he wasn’t very specific on what that trouble might be. Hell. Maybe he doesn’t even know what it is.

I jump off the rooftop, extending my wings to float down to the ground. It’s a busy downtown metropolitan day, but I’m not worried. Most humans can’t see me when I do miraculous things like extend my wings or fly. There is the occasional exception, but other humans tend to think they’re crazy. Most see me only when I make a real effort to show myself.

I land in front of the coffee shop window, blocking the view of her from the street.

A blinding pain slices through my side. My eyes search for the thrower as my hand closes around the hilt of the dagger.

This is going to hurt.

I grit my teeth as I pull it out, but a muffled “Fuck!” comes out anyway. That burns like hell. I never said I was a fucking hero. I just said I could fight.

Another dagger comes flying, this time toward my chest. I block it with my wing. And my eyes have found the culprit.

It’s a demon. None of the pedestrians react—to them he looks human. But I can see him for who he is. Demons are slightly larger than humans, with grayish skin, horns, and long, thin whiplike tails. Beware the tails. The daggers on the ends of those little bastards hurt.

I raise my eyebrows in surprise, but don’t have time to wonder why the demons are here. Did I attract them, or is it the woman I’m protecting? The mystery deepens as two more appear out of nowhere.

I throw up a shield of protection around the window where she sits, then turn back just as the first demon jumps from the roof of a bus and lands on me. I toss him into the air and he flies into the side of the bus. I backhand the other demon that comes from the opposite direction. Two well-placed kicks throw him into the windshield of a taxi, which spidercracks while the occupants inside scream incoherently.

The third demon has reached me now. I grapple with him, throwing him into the shielded window. I punch him in the stomach with quick jabs, his head banging repeatedly against the glass. I peer inside the coffee shop over his shoulder briefly to make sure the shield is still working.

Sure enough, Gillian notices nothing. Her roommate is making her laugh with his crazy facial expressions. So innocent.

Unlike this demon.

I finally get a stranglehold around his throat.

“Why are you here?” I use my angelic voice, deep and powerful.

He splutters and I realize he can’t speak. I loosen my fist. Slightly.

“You don’t know?” He laughs. “The biggest news in the underworld and you boys upstairs know nothing. Typical.”

I tighten my other fist. I really want to put it through his jaw. But then he won’t be able to talk at all. “Are you after me?”

He shakes his head and his eyes burn with hatred. “Sometimes your arrogance astounds even me.”

“Who are you after?”

His eyes inadvertently roll toward Gillian. Then he snaps out of it. “I’m not telling you anything.” He gasps. “Giving us a fighting chance.”

Then the body slumps and I realize he’s just a walk-in. The real owner of this corpse is gone.

“Shit.” The body crumbles to dust at my feet. Long gone.

I hear a scream and see that the first demon has awakened and is attacking a random woman on the sidewalk. My stomach lurches. If he bites the back of her neck by her spine, then he’ll be able to walk in to her.
And that’s the last thing I need.

They struggle and end up in the street. I look between my charge and the woman. It’s not my responsibility to protect every human on the street, but I know between the demon and the speeding cars, she doesn’t have a chance of walking away alive.

“Shit!” Sometimes duty is a bitch. I force myself between them and use the dagger I pulled out of my abdomen to stab him through the heart. He crumbles to dust at my feet. The woman runs off.

“You’re welcome,” I grumble.

Just then, I hear Gillian’s voice. Spinning around, I’m shocked to find her on the sidewalk right behind me.
I’ve never been this close to her before.
The late evening sun breaks through in the space between two high-rise buildings, framing her face perfectly. An expression of fear comes over her and she outstretches her hand toward me. I notice the flecks of darker blue in her eyes for the very first time.

For a moment, she glows.

I haven’t had feelings this strong since before I died.
I step toward her in a trance.

Hooooonk!

I look to the left, and the last thing I see is the windshield of a bus.

As I walk through the door of the coffee shop, my eyes are drawn to the right. The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen stands before me in the street, and I’m pulled toward him by a force I can’t explain. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a bus hurtling toward him. I throw up my hand to warn him and he takes a step toward me. But it’s too late. The bus hits him and throws him across the pavement.

“Oh my God, Gillian, did you see that?” Keith shakes my shoulder, waving his other hand hysterically.

My heart is in my throat as I race to his side, but I freeze when I reach him. His white shirt is drenched in blood. A crimson pool spreads beneath his body.

Did I just watch a man die?
We kneel down next to him. His deeply tanned skin is pale against his dark brown hair. I’m afraid to touch him, in case his skin is already growing cold. And for such a large and imposing man, he looks surprisingly peaceful.

Death reduces us all to just humans.

Keith touches his shoulders. “Can you hear me?” My friend looks up at me, all color drained from his face. “What should we do? Mouth-to-mouth?”

At any other time, his suggestion would be funny. There’s nothing Keith would like better than to have an excuse to put his lips on the gorgeous man.

But there’s no amusement in his words now. Just hopelessness.

I hesitantly reach down and check for a pulse. For a minute I don’t feel it. Tears gather in the corners of my eyes. But then, I detect it. It’s slow, but steady. “He’s alive.” I put my fingers in front of his mouth. “And he’s breathing.”

“Do you think he’s going to make it?” Keith asks solemnly, placing a hand on his chest.