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.
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His recorded voice, so deep and raspy, sent waves of flutters and heat to every cell in her body. Instantly wet, she spent the next few minutes trying to regain some semblance of control. He’d a raging hunger for her. Dear Lord in heaven! With her raging desires for him, they could wind up setting the whole damn house on fire.
She took off her skirt and T-shirt, preferring something slinky and sexy just to ramp up the combustibility factor. She’d just bought it today and felt pretty crazy doing so. She’d never owned anything as racy as a royal blue, silky negligee. Not even with Rick. And that relationship was based mostly on sexual attraction to begin with.
Since Gabriel admired the finer things, and she hadn’t any of her own, she figured it was time. Sexy lingerie seemed a good place to start. She also bought bra and panty sets that were so freaking sexy, even she approved of the way she looked in them. Always loving a good tease, she thought she’d show him the sets and tell him she’d be wearing them all week. He could guess which one she was wearing each day, or he could find out when he undressed her. She checked the time on her phone.
He should’ve been here fifteen minutes ago. I wonder what’s taking him so long.
A horn beeped out front. She raced to the living room window and saw he’d ridden his Harley over. Where was the pizza? She chided herself. He’d probably eaten it before he made it back to his house. She’d love to go for a ride later. But much later. The man looked sexier than any Greek God, and she wondered if it was even legal to be that stunningly handsome. He stalked up the sidewalk in black boots, black leather pants, and a white T-shirt that hugged his chiseled chest and abs.
She caught his smoldering eyes through the window and cowered back, not wanting to ruin the seductive surprise she wore. Scampering to the front door, she hoped she’d make it before he did. Just as she reached out, the air around the knob glowed a neon blue, and the lock released. The door swung open, and he stood on her Welcome mat, looking very…welcoming.
He raised a brow and flashed a smile so wicked, it stole her breath and sent electric tingles around her nipples. “I do believe you said you were in need of some twiddling, ma’am.”
“Why, yes,” she croaked. “Yes, I am.”
“Then I’m your guy.”