The world is changing. Hope is fading. Darkness beckons. And one angel holds the answer.
Tired of death, destruction and mankind’s race to ruination, Ramiel, archangel of hope, finds it harder and harder to care about those he’s meant to help. Now, the Fates have decreed that Ramiel must mate with Yael, an exulted human. On his shoulders rides the universe’s only hope for survival, but the ties that bind him to Yael force him to face his own unexpected reckoning.
Yael, elevated to heaven to live out her days in peace, recoils from the sadness and shadows of death in Ramiel’s eyes. Yet the need to ease the despair haunting him is stronger. During nights of searing sensuality, Yael and Ramiel light an erotic fire between them that will not be extinguished.
As the combined forces of the heavens try to tear them apart, Ramiel must find a way to hold on to the love he finds with Yael, or an end will come, so devastating that Heaven will drop to its knees.
Book 1 in a series of sexy, handsome-as-hell, winged wonders you won't want to miss!
Ram arrived below and saw a man who stood on the wall of a rooftop with the business end of a revolver in his mouth. Shit!
He began his mantra. “You are a child of the Lord and your life is important to our Father.” Beings he assisted heard his voice deep in their subconscious mind. He infused his words with the hope and fulfillment in life. It lifted their hearts. Those who’d reached this point sometimes saw him and thought he was a figment of their warped imagination. They were harder to deal with. Most never saw him.
The man’s head turned toward him, “Fuck off, whoever you are. I want to die.”
Okay, guess he sees me.
He'd had enough bullshit today. “Then finish it already. I could be buried deep inside my woman. Instead your creepy ass pulled me here. Look, you got no hope and I have none for your sorry ass. I’m fresh out of hope tonight. So do us both a favor so I can get back to my bed.”
The man strained his eyes and tried to clear his vision.
“Fucking jump already, or pull the trigger,” Ram yelled.
He never saw the bolt of lightning coming. It hit dead center of his chest, sent him off the wall and hurtling to the sidewalk ten stories below with a thud. The breath knocked out of him, he watched feathers float around above him, some carried away on the breeze. Bones were broken and fractured throughout his body. So many he didn’t want to count. Some protruded hideously through ripped and torn flesh. The walkway flooded with his blood. He hurt like hell.
“Fuck me.” Staring up he saw the guy with the gun now stood behind the wall and looked over at him, mouth hung open in shock. “Guess there’s nothing like show and tell huh, buddy,” Ram whispered in agony.
As soon as you can get up, I want to see you. Michael used his angel of death voice.
Really pissed you off this time.
Don’t push it, Ramiel.
You could help me up?
You must be kidding, right?
Okay then. I’ll be a while getting myself…back together.
I got all the time in the world.
“Goddammit to he…,” Ram spoke out loud.
Go ahead. Say it. You know how I feel about taking our Father’s name in vain mixed with hell. You are working my last nerve, Ram. Get your ass up, NOW!
The now came accompanied by more lightning and brought a boom of thunder riding across the sky.
And when Michael cursed, things were really bad.