A Humorous Contemporary Romantic Fantasy
Some
people call it Heaven. The residents know it as Everlasting. When you
arrive, adjustments have to be made, especially if you were meant to
live and the person you saved . . . slated to die.
people call it Heaven. The residents know it as Everlasting. When you
arrive, adjustments have to be made, especially if you were meant to
live and the person you saved . . . slated to die.
…What kind of guardian angel gets knocked back to earth? The kind who falls in love with one of his wards.
Chance
Godricson is heaven-sent. He’s Kenya Kilmartin’s guardian, and when, on
arrival, he’s hired to get her through a difficult time in her life, he
just might fall prey to earthly temptation.
Excerpt
Chance Godricson did not understand why he survived. If he survived.
The next tremor or aftershock might give him his answer.
After walking the mall, searching the rubble, and shouting for anyone to
answer, he faced facts. Some kind of structural collapse above the
exclusive underground shopping center blocked all exits, paralyzed
elevators, and cut the lights.
answer, he faced facts. Some kind of structural collapse above the
exclusive underground shopping center blocked all exits, paralyzed
elevators, and cut the lights.
While
lingering in the Yellow Brick Mall shortly after the stores closed, to
await his appointment in the office building above, he had, for all
intents and purposes, been buried alive. But not for long. He would find
a way out or die trying.
lingering in the Yellow Brick Mall shortly after the stores closed, to
await his appointment in the office building above, he had, for all
intents and purposes, been buried alive. But not for long. He would find
a way out or die trying.
A
gold and yellow scarf floated across the mall floor like tumbleweed to
land at his feet. He grabbed it to bandage the gash in his right hand
while seeking the airflow that propelled it.
gold and yellow scarf floated across the mall floor like tumbleweed to
land at his feet. He grabbed it to bandage the gash in his right hand
while seeking the airflow that propelled it.
Ah. A hole in the ceiling near a wall. A structurally sound place to end up.
He
began gathering and rolling heavy chunks of broken concrete to build a
makeshift stairway. Good enough, he hoped, for one risky climb. Hours
later, he thought—examining his work and flexing his aching hand—the
unwieldy monster just might get him out.
began gathering and rolling heavy chunks of broken concrete to build a
makeshift stairway. Good enough, he hoped, for one risky climb. Hours
later, he thought—examining his work and flexing his aching hand—the
unwieldy monster just might get him out.
Yes, those steps could collapse . . . hopefully behind him . . . if he moved fast enough.
“Are you lost, too?” The voice shocked him. Chance shouted as he faced it.
Not a ghost. An angel. Small, breakable looking, but evidently not.
He
had not heard her approach. The young woman appeared to have been
dipped in honey, and rolled in a thick layer of concrete dust. He
probably looked the same. Tear trails marked her cheeks that bore a few
small cuts, and still she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“What have you been doing all this time?” he asked.
had not heard her approach. The young woman appeared to have been
dipped in honey, and rolled in a thick layer of concrete dust. He
probably looked the same. Tear trails marked her cheeks that bore a few
small cuts, and still she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“What have you been doing all this time?” he asked.
“Hiding. Expecting another explosion? Waiting to die?” She shrugged. “Except, I didn’t.”
“Why didn’t you answer when I called?” he asked.
“Hands over my ears.” She shuddered and eyed his creation. “Is that supposed to be a stairway?”
“Yes.” It gave him hope, her recognizing it.
She tilted her head. “Why?”
“For our escape.”
She moved the dirt on her face as she swiped at her eyes with the backs of her hands. “From now on, I’m only shopping online.”
“Well,
let’s get you home so you can,” he said. “The ‘stairs’ can only take
one of us at a time. No hesitating, no looking down or back. Once you
take that first step, it’s a sprint. Pretend you have wings and can’t
stop. Promise.”
let’s get you home so you can,” he said. “The ‘stairs’ can only take
one of us at a time. No hesitating, no looking down or back. Once you
take that first step, it’s a sprint. Pretend you have wings and can’t
stop. Promise.”
She threw her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. “I’m not good at leading the way. Not at all good. You go first.”
“I can’t. I’m heavier. I might wreck it. You’re light as a cloud. You go.” With difficulty, he pried her off him. “Go. Now.”
She hesitated, shuddered, and swallowed hard three times. “Once I get there, you’ll follow?”
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Kenya,” she said.
“So are you ready to live, Kenya?”
“Now, there’s a question.” She kissed his filthy cheek.
He didn’t remember ever feeling both honored and unworthy.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Nobody,” he said. “Just an unremarkable lawyer.”
“See you at the top, Mr. Nobody.”
“Go.”
She
whined as she started but followed his instructions to the letter, a
sprint like no other . . . and still, she proved the weakness in his
creation. Her inner strength put him to shame as he held the beam
nearest the wall, below the highest point of the makeshift stairs. He
couldn’t let go until she made it.
whined as she started but followed his instructions to the letter, a
sprint like no other . . . and still, she proved the weakness in his
creation. Her inner strength put him to shame as he held the beam
nearest the wall, below the highest point of the makeshift stairs. He
couldn’t let go until she made it.
“Please let her make it,” he whispered.
He borrowed some of her strength when the beam beneath his hands began to shudder.
As
Kenya left the stairs behind her, the last one seeming to disappear
from beneath her shoe, she crouched, cradled by crossed steel beams in
the darkness between floors, her heart racing as another tremor seemed
to wreak havoc in the mall below.
Kenya left the stairs behind her, the last one seeming to disappear
from beneath her shoe, she crouched, cradled by crossed steel beams in
the darkness between floors, her heart racing as another tremor seemed
to wreak havoc in the mall below.
Panic filled her with worry for the man who shared his stairs, until a hand wrapped in a yellow and gold scarf reached for her.
“Hey?” she called, taking that hand with both of hers. “How did you get here before me?”
He
pulled her through the darkness to the safety of the outdoors and the
dim light of dusk, somehow telling her to live for both of them.
pulled her through the darkness to the safety of the outdoors and the
dim light of dusk, somehow telling her to live for both of them.
When she thanked him, he was gone.
People surrounded her and wrapped her in blankets, gave her a bottle of water, brought her to the medics.
She never spotted her rescuer among them.
Some people called it Heaven.
The residents knew it as Everlasting.
When
you arrived, adjustments needed to be made; it’s not always an easy
task, especially when you were meant to live and the person you saved . .
. slated to die.
you arrived, adjustments needed to be made; it’s not always an easy
task, especially when you were meant to live and the person you saved . .
. slated to die.
Chance became Kenya’s guardian angel.
A reward?
Or a punishment?
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About The Author
Annette Blair, NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
***LOVE, LAUGHTER & HAPPILY EVER AFTER***
Three Days on a Train, Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Everlasting, Paranormal Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Rogues & Scoundrels, Eight Regency Historicals
Jacob’s Return & Butterfly Garden, Sensual Amish Historicals
Scandalous Brides, Historical Box Set
Fabulous Firsts, Historical Box Set
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Bio:
An
adventurer and storyteller at heart, Annette Blair has explored
nineteenth-century Amish America and Regency England. She’s fallen for
madcap, modern Salem Mass, where bold women follow the Celtic faith with
heart. There, she fought dragons, and fell in love with an angel. More
recently, she’s taken to solving mysteries beside Connecticut’s Mystic
River. And with her newest series, she’s be revisiting her “roots” in
Salem in a small town north of the Witch City that you won’t find on any
map. Welcome to Wishing Well, where there’s something Magic in the
water…
She
topped the NY Times and USA Today Bestseller Lists concurrently last
month (ranking at #4 & #12 respectively) with Scandalous Brides, a
joint venture box set of four full-length Regency Historicals by
Annette, Lucinda Brant, Brenda Hiatt & Cheryl Bolen. Annette is
honored to have shared the career-changing event with such amazing and
multi-talented writers. The four are all members of the Jewels of Historical Romance,
a group of 12 top flight authors who have banded together to better
serve their careers, their readers, and each other through this new
publishing paradigm.
Earlier
in her career, Annette’s work garnered multiple Romantic Times TOP
PICKS, Reviewers’ Choice Awards, and HOLT Medallion nominations. A
triple Golden Heart Finalist, she’s also finaled in the Golden Leaf, the
Lauries, the Golden Quill, and National Readers’ Choice Awards. She’s
won multiple Booksellers Best Awards, LORIES Awards, Laurel Wreath, Blue
Boa, Aspen Gold, RIO, Southern Magic, More than Magic, Orange Rose,
Winter Rose, PRISM, Beacon, Colorado Awards of Excellence, Write Touch
Readers’ Choice Awards and an Orange County Book Buyer’s Best Award.
With Sex and the Psychic Witch, Annette took home three Anne-Bonney
Readers’ Choice Awards out of four. Cloaked
in Malice her 5th Vintage Magic Mystery, became her first NY Times
Bestseller. Jacob’s Return, a rule-breaking Amish Historical became her
first USA Today Bestseller.
Her
E-books include The Rogues Club & Scoundrels Series, four full
Regency Historicals each. Her Sexy Amish Historical E-books are Jacob’s
Return, Butterfly Garden, and A Winter Heart. Anthologies include
Sisters of Spirit, the Jewels of Historical Romance, Fabulous Firsts, and Scandalous Brides NY Times #4 & USA Today #12.
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Author Note
Dear Reader:
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Romantic Times TOP PICK [as Bedeviled Angel] EVERLASTING has a first
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ever prologue, new scenes and characters, and I took your reviews to
heart to make the story even better.
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