At eighteen, Sera Moore chose to go to culinary school while a higher power selected her to become an angel, specifically, an angel of death.
Now, twelve years later, Sera’s a successful baker during the day and performs her angelic duties at night. The only thing missing in her life is a man, but the last thing she wants is to fall head over wings in love.
But when a tenacious food critic won’t take a hint, can Sera lower her wings long enough to risk her heart one more time?wings long enough to risk her heart one more time?
Moments later, she returned to the ground and wiped away the tears that she wouldn’t allow to fall in front of the soul she had to take. There were swarms of police for the better part of two blocks, but she ignored them when she noticed Destin leaning against the tinted picture window of her empty bakery, his travel bag slung over his shoulder, and a concerned look on his face.
His face registered her presence just moments before she jumped into his arms, her hands tangling in his hair as she pressed her lips to his. “I was wondering where you were, angel.” She sighed. She knew he called her that because of her tattoo, but if only he knew how true “angel” really was. She kissed him again.
“Your lips are really warm,” he said. “Are you okay?” Although she had returned to her petite blonde human form, the residual heat she emitted as an angel remained a bit longer.
“Never better,” she said, and she pulled him down to her mouth again, kissing him with an intense desire she didn’t even know resided in her, the stress of the job she just completed out of her mind. She finally ripped her mouth from his just long enough to breathlessly ask, “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing home already?”in her, the stress of the job she just completed out of her mind. She finally ripped her mouth from his just long enough to breathlessly ask, “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing home already?”
Instead of answering her, he picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They were just barely long enough that she could hook her ankles behind his back. She kissed him one more time and unhooked her legs. He placed her down to the ground with such ease, she glanced over her shoulder to see if her wings were guiding her.
Randi has spent her entire life writing in one form or another. In fact, if she wasn’t writing, she’d likely go completely and utterly insane. Her husband has learned to recognize when the voices are talking in her head and she needs some quality time with an empty Word file (the key to a successful marriage with a writer).
She lives with her husband, daughter, and four-legged children—all of which think they are people too.
A pop culture junkie, she has been known to have entire conversations in movie quotes and/or song lyrics.
Nadene's addiction to reading began at an early age, when a family friend gifted her a copy of Wuthering Heights. From that moment she was never without a book.She will read anything as long the material is compelling enough to hold her attention. She gained many experiences through the pages of the books she had the opportunity to read.She created this blog to share her love of books with like minded individuals hopes that in sharing reviews of the books read visitors to the blog will discover their next addictive read. When not reading, Nadene enjoys cooking, listening to music and watching television.
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