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Angels Fly by Donna Simonetta

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  • Two years after her husband's death, Kelly believes her romantic life is done. Until she reconnects with her girlhood crush on social media, and as fate would have it, he lives across the street.  James is over the whole true-love thing. His grasping ex-wife tore that belief out of him, when she left him for a rich, old man. Then he finds out his first love moved to San Diego too, and their attraction burns as hot as ever.

    What they don't know is that Fate didn't bring them together, the Guardian Angel Corps did, led by two unlikely Cupids, Kelly's late husband and Zane, a rough and tumble, 19th century cowboy. When a Fallen Angel decides to tear Kelly and James apart, cherubs and harps aren't going to cut it, and Zane's unique skills might be just what they need to get a second chance at their first love.

    Rating: Spicy
    Page Count: 348
    Word Count: 90130
    978-1-5092-0789-3 Paperback
    978-1-5092-0790-9 Digital

    Excerpt:

    James held Kelly’s hand as he walked her to her apartment building from his car. While they were still in shadows, before they reached the bright light of the entrance, James stopped and turned to face Kelly. He cupped her face in one of his big, rough hands and rested the other lightly on her waist. He traced her cheekbone with a feather light touch of his thumb, and Kelly couldn’t help but turn her face into his hand like a kitten. She did manage to stop herself before she purred, and was pretty darned proud of that achievement.

    She felt his hand at her waist tighten, and he dropped his forehead down to rest against hers. When he spoke his voice was low and gruff with emotion.

    “Tell me to leave right now, Kel, or all my good intentions to go slow this time are flying out the window, and I’m going to ask you to invite me up to your condo.”

    Kelly’s voice was quiet. “I’m not ready for that yet.”

    He left his forehead resting against hers, but rubbed his head slowly back and forth. “I know. I should just go, but I can’t bring myself to leave.”

    Kelly swallowed, and extended an olive branch, since she wasn’t ready to call it a night yet either. “I think I’m ready for a kiss, though.”

    He lifted his head away from hers, and the happiness and blatant hope in his voice made her smile. “Yeah? Really?”

    “Yeah,” she replied and stood on the tips of her canvas deck shoes to bring her mouth closer to his.

    James bent his head and pressed his lips gently to hers.

    Her heart pounded and her blood heated in her veins. It had been such a long time since a man had kissed her—and this was James Flynn. Her first love. She snaked her arms up around his neck and pressed her body closer to his.

    Oh boy, he wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to go back to her place. In this position she could feel the infamous Three H’s in evidence against her belly. This time, though, it didn’t make her want to run away from him. She wanted to grab his hand and drag him upstairs to have her wicked way with him.

    James moved his hips sinuously and ground the Three H’s against her body. She loved the way he felt against her, so hard where she was soft. He deepened the kiss, and Kelly responded with enthusiasm, almost oblivious to the fact they were making out on a street corner like teenagers. She remained aware of their location, but as long as his warm, velvety tongue continued to mimic what she wanted the Three H’s to do a little lower on her body, she didn’t think she could bring herself to stop even if they were on the infield at PETCO Park.

    He pulled away from her, but his breath was still a little ragged when he asked, “Can I see you tomorrow?”

    Kelly slowly opened her eyes and blinked them in an owlish manner. What had she been about to do? Gah! One kiss from this man and she was acting like a hormonal teenager. She was grateful for his phenomenal display of self-control, because she was one step away from acting on her earlier impulse to drag him upstairs, and she wasn’t ready to take their relationship to that level yet.

    If just one kiss in public had her feeling like this, it was not wise to go anywhere in private with James. Okay, in her defense it was a rock-em sock-em kind of kiss, but still. Acting like some kind of harlot wasn’t the way to be true to Michael’s memory.

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