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.

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Morta reveled in the crystal blue water and let its warmth caress her as she placated the fire raging in her pussy. She explored and massaged her swollen nether lips with her fingers. Mort’s mind swirled like the waves of water washing over her body. Still she was unable to forget what troubled her. Need throbbed between her legs, and it could only be cooled by one being.
Uriel.
It would never be. The Fates were destined to be alone. She’d tried hard to understand, thought it unfair Michael and the Father felt they could not be objective. Her memory served to prove them correct.
Her mind drifted back to the events in the cave with Uri and Ram years ago.
When she arrived to take Patricia back to Yael after Uri had kidnapped her, she wanted to kill the angel of hope. She remembered him astride Uri and her angel’s howls of pain. How long have I recognized him as mine? Morta sent Ram skidding across the cavern on his ass for the harm he’d brought to what she coveted. She was glad Osce wasn’t killed, but Mort was mad as hell anyone dared to cause anguish to Uriel.
He belonged to her.
Morta’s channel clenched with the urge to be filled with his thickness. As she floated on the water, her hand continued to coax wetness from between her legs. Cream flowed as she stroked her folds and pinched her clit. An image of long, dark hair floated around her.
Uri’s sapphire blue eyes held a place in her mind she no longer controlled. They beckoned with a lust she’d never felt before and her body ached for his. Her fingers tingled with the need to touch the stark, beautiful planes of his face, trace his full, kissable lips. She envisioned herself astride the hard muscled thighs his slacks couldn’t hide. Tasting him…
So involved in the mental imagery she’d conjured and forgetting about using her powers, Mort slipped beneath the water. Gurgling and choking, she rose to the surface, turned to her stomach, and swam to shore.
Her sister Fates were busy as she should be. Morta’s duties suffered and Decima had called it to her attention numerous times lately. Many cried out for release from the world, threads of life required severing, and until she handled her job, Lucifer and Gabriel remained held at bay. She had to get a hold of herself.
Reaching the sandy shore and again foregoing magic, Morta dried herself with a large, plush towel, careful not to ignite any further fire between her legs. She searched the universe and allowed her mind to briefly touch his. Fates didn’t have the power to read an angel’s thoughts unless they allowed it. Uri knew Mort was there just as he had every other time she’d grown too weak to stay away.
He let her in.
Flames blossomed in her chest. How dare him! Uri sat at a table in a dark club with someone on his lap. It ate at her like acid each time she became aware of him with someone else. For too many years she’d obeyed the rules but she couldn’t stand it anymore. Clothing herself, she vanished to the place Uriel visited. Her nose picked up his scent before her eyes found him. She smelled Samael also. Their eyes connected across the room and he headed her way.
“Mort, how the hell are you?” They’d met many, many times after the incident between Uri and Ram in the cave. Sam had been sent to put an end to the fiasco.
Their duties kept them tied closely together in feelings and thoughts. Morta cut the thread of life but the grim reaper snatched their souls and delivered them accordingly. The devil got all the unrepentant sinners—humans and magical creatures alike. Sam enjoyed painfully dropping the bad guys at Satan’s door when their time was up.
Mort had also seen another side of Death, one that others seldom saw. He could be kind and gentle to children and elderly that he carefully delivered above to await Gabriel’s decision.
Her cheeks burned with anger right now because Sam had instigated this foray into nightlife. “Why did you bring him here?”
“Don’t start shit with me, Morta, I like you and I’m not standing in your way. Why don’t you just fuck him and be done with it? He’d like that very much.” His eyes narrowed. “You just can’t have the mushy happy ever after bullshit so be very careful. There will be no repenting.”
“What are you saying?” Apprehension slid down her spine. She locked her hands behind her back in an attempt to hide their shaking. Samael didn’t make idle threats.
“If I’m sent for either of you it won’t be personal. I will take you back. It’s my job,” his lips formed a slash across his face, his voice rattled, “and I’m damn good at it, babe.”
She searched Death’s face, the only angel whose eyes weren’t blue. They were silver and resembled a mirror. Anyone that peered into them saw their true visage. If evil resided in any being’s soul, the hideousness was reflected back. She’d seen it drive some insane.
Sam towered over most other heavenly occupants with hair the same color as her snow white tresses. Morta often wondered why she couldn’t want him instead of Uri. His hard, buff body screamed loud and clear -- I’ll be good to you. She often eyed the exceptional bulge between his legs. It surpassed any she’d seen. But being attracted to death was difficult.
“I’d expect no less.” Mort shrugged. Her eyes shifted across the room to Uriel who held a human woman in his lap. He’d picked up her scent and devilish blue eyes pierced her like daggers. An electric arc sliced through the air.
Morta.
She fully entered his mind and the heat of his desire slammed into her. I want you.
I’m busy.
Suddenly shoved out, she snarled at his rejection.
Don’t play with me, Morta. I’ve waited more than enough years. Why now? His hand snaked up the woman’s short skirt and Mort felt his excitement at what he did between her legs.
She can’t give you what I can.
What are you offering?
The air stopped. Everything grinded to a halt and not a human moved. Energy from the supernatural creatures in the room fizzled to nothing as they scurried from the club.