Enchanted Romances ~ Magical Passions
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Come into our world, where guardian angels protect you, Fountain of Youth water revives you, and supernatural beings comfort you.
His Devious Angel – Mimi Barbour – A gorgeous man-hater gets mixed up with a hotshot soldier when he runs her down with his convertible. Now she’s stuck having to accept help from him and his angel.
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I know it’s already released, but isn’t this meme by Katy Walters beautiful?
Excerpt from The Guardian by Jacquie Biggar
Scott swayed and made a grab for the chair before he did a face plant in front of⌠of whatever it was standing across the room. A hallucination from the drugs, had to be.
âBet you never thought youâd be seeing my ugly mug again, did ya?â the apparition asked.
It sounded like his friend. It even looked like Lucasâwell, except for the wings. He sealed his eyes shut, but when they re-opened, it was still there sporting a goofy grin.
Maybe heâd hit his head harder than he thought.
âAre ya goinâ to say something?â The creature took a step forward, into the glow from the moon, and Scott sucked in an awed breath. He was beautiful. His iridescent wings folded gracefully against his back creating a frame for his all-too-familiar head. His body was more definedâmuscular, like Lucas on steroids. And where the old Lucas preferred dress slacks and shiny shoes, this one wore worn jeans and biker boots.
âI donât believe this,â Scott whispered, his head shaking violently in denial.
The creature chuckled. âI know, right? Freaking crazy. Me, an angel.â
Well, at least they were in agreement.
âHow? Why?â Scott couldnât articulate what was going through his head right now. How could this be possible? It wasnât that he didnât believe in a hereafterâbut angels? Even strangerâLucas as an angel?
The spirit moved nearer and Scott could see the worry etched on his friendâs face as he stared at him. âYou better sit down, buddy, youâre looking pretty pale.â
No kidding.
Seeing a ghost tended to do that to a guy.
Scott sidestepped the chair to get a closer look. If he was hallucinating, this was one hell of a dream. He stretched out an unsteady hand and brushed a downy feather, the color of a cotton ball. He looked up and met the hazel gaze he knew as well as his own.
âYouâre real.â A hard ball of emotion choked him. Tears leaked down his face. Overwhelmed, he wrapped his arm around Lucasâ neck and dragged him close. âI canât believe it. Youâre here.â
Warm breath whispered near his ear. âIâm so fricken sorry, Scott. So sorry.â Lucasâ arms hugged him back, pinching his ribs, but he didnât care. He wasnât alone anymore.
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