His punishment is mortality. His redemption is her love.
After watching millions die, those human emotions are starting to take effect. Instead of collecting his next spirit from the car accident that is about to kill her, Kale saves her life. His punishment for ruining fate... is mortality.
Samantha hasn't been able to stop thinking about her beautiful hero. So when she stumbles across him, lying in a hospital bed with a small case of amnesia, she is more than happy to offer him her help. It's the least she can do to re-pay the man who saved her life.
Though Samantha soon learns that Kale isn't the guardian angel she thought he was, not to mention how far he has fallen to earn a place in her heart.
4 Reasons to Read:
1.) An interesting twist on what the afterlife could very well be like.
2.) An insane view on how fate works.
3.) The hero is a sweet, old school angel who is too curious for his own good.
4.) And the lucky heroine gets to show our x-angel what pleasure truly feels like
His lips lingered against her warm cheek as the smell of strawberries wrapped around him. Unable to stop himself, he pushed her veil of auburn hair off her shoulder and dipped his head to her nape. His thoughts seemed to disperse as he inhaled her sweet scent, pulling it deeply into his lungs. He heard the hitch in her breath and froze, realizing what he had done.
“Samantha, I am sorry. I—”
She fisted a hand in his shirt, and he could hear her deep intakes of breath. He turned his face to her, finding her big eyes already gazing at him.
“Don’t say that.”
“Because I want to kiss you.”
Unable to reply, he simply watched as she leaned in and pressed her mouth to his. The sound of his heart pounding against his ribcage filled his ears. Every cell of his body seemed to be pulsing, his skin heating as if someone had started a fire inside of him. She slid her hand up his arm, stopping to cradle the back of his head as she brushed her lips against his.
At the feel of her tongue sliding along the seam of his lips, something in him snapped. His hands landed on her hips, and he pulled her close, opening his mouth, allowing her tongue to brush his own.
She un-fisted her hand from his shirt and wrapped her arms around his neck, surrendering her mouth to him. He slid his tongue slightly against hers, shocked when a small moan escaped her. The sound caused an all too familiar sensation to fly around his body, and he found himself growing hard.
“Take me to the bedroom,” she groaned, dragging her mouth along his jawbone.
He pulled away. “Are you tired?”
She laughed. “No. No, I’m not tired.”
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