Hannah Livingston has the most infamous stalker that ever existed- Satan. She spent her sixth birthday with the Brethren, fighting an apocalyptic war that sent the Dark Prince back to Hell, and the rest of her life wondering if he’d be back for her soul someday. She needn’t wonder any longer.
Gabriel Seeker, Brethren Protector, spends his days and nights rescuing kids from sex traffickers and protecting their lives from further damage. He knows all too well the nightmarish world they’ve been stolen into, and it’s gotten harder to keep secret his own past horrors.
Hannah and Gabriel have always gotten along, first as friends, then as co-workers. She manages his life and he protects hers. A perfect, symbiotic relationship, so it would seem, until suppressed feelings for each other surface and forever change the landscape of their lives. Stricken with PTSD, the determined angel seeks to protect the woman he loves from Satan’s greedy and insidious clutches.
Deceit and seduction, desire and repression, collide in this epic, immortal story of love, duty, and sacrifice.
“I believe a little
meditation session would help.” He put his camera down on a coffee table next
to a worn out cigar box. He took a cassette tape from it and popped it into an
ancient stereo. “I made this awesome relaxation tape that’s perfect for this.
Come sit on the floor with me and we’ll get back to balance.” He folded his
legs as he sat down and waved her over. “Come on.”
At first, she resisted,
but what harm could it do? “I do meditate. Just not consistently.” She sat down
on the floor before him and crossed her legs so their knees touched.
“Now, hold my hands and
close your eyes. Think of a peaceful place, calming energy, fluidity. You are
one with the earth and sky.”
She acquiesced, and
once relaxed enough, found herself on a lovely, deserted beach, wearing
absolutely nothing. Seagulls cried, waves crashed against the shore, and the
sun bathed her skin in warmth. A wisp of a breeze wafted over her and she
raised her chin and arms in reverence. A light tap on her shoulder surprised
her and she peered to her left. There was no one beside her. Another light tap,
but on her other shoulder, and she twirled around in the sand, but again, no
one was there.
She trudged through the
white, silky sand to where the water kissed the land and knelt down to touch
the foam before it disintegrated. As she stood, a hand reached out to help. She
peered up and found Star standing before her, strong, virile, and very naked.
“You are the perfect
addition to my real oasis. Welcome. You’ve come at an auspicious time.”
“I am? I have?”
“Yes. I am having a
celebration.”
“What are you
celebrating?”
“You’re existence.”
“And just how are you
celebrating?”
“Like this.” He stepped
toward her and swept her off her feet. Never taking his eyes off of hers, he
walked them into the sea. As he lowered her to stand in the waist-deep water,
he kissed each shoulder and doused them with the cool liquid.
She leaned in,
intoxicated by the scent of man and ocean. She blazed a trail of kisses across
his chest, licked his raised nipples, and trailed eager hands down his taut
ass. He hardened against her stomach, and assaulted her lips with insistent
kisses. He journeyed down her throat and raised her body up just enough for him
to grab a breast with his mouth and flicked his tongue, creating a frenzied
explosion of sensations low in her belly. He moved from one to the other, never
letting up.
Wrapping her legs
around his waist, she purred at his attentiveness. If he didn’t stop, she’d
climax without him ever doing anything more.
“I want to feel you all
around me, Hannah. Become one with me. Let me in.”
My name is Deena Remiel, and I am an author of paranormal romance, urban and dark fantasy, and romantic suspense. I also teach language arts to middle schoolers. I belong to RWA national and the Desert Rose Chapter of RWA, where there are outstanding people writing fabulous stories.
I grew up in Philadelphia, home of the most amazing cheese steaks, soft pretzels, oh and the Liberty Bell. My husband and I began our own family in New Jersey, and just a few years ago, Arizona called to my spirit and tempted my husband with much better weather! We moved our family, and the rest is history, or the present, as the case may be!
These are a few of my favorite things: writing and reading of course, chocolate, music with lyrics or melodies that speak to me, soaking baths, singing in the shower, dancing with my buds, romantic dancing with my hubbie, scrapbooking, watching my girls enjoy what they love to do, and laughing at jokes. Visit my website for the latest news and available books:
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