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BLURB: Andrew enjoys the company of women, perhaps too much. The council in heaven has had enough of his sexual promiscuities and they’ve sentenced him to return to earth to destroy demons. To make matters more difficult, if he has sex with a woman he has to stay an extra year. Without clothes, money, or food, his task seems impossible.
Emily is in a world of trouble. She leaves her family, job, and home in Chicago to start a new life. As she’s driving along a country road, she discovers a naked man lying in the middle of it. He’s incredibly built, sculpted to perfection, and blessed with a fine package south of his navel. When he asks for her help, she can’t resist.
Over the next several days, Emily’s sanity is tested. Andrew struggles to keep his hands to himself. Emily seeks the truth from Andrew while he endeavors to kill a demon. What she discovers frightens her. Angels, demons, heaven and hell exist. Determined to help Emily change her future, Andrew offers her a deal. But is heaven the best eternal resting place?
EXCERPT 1
The silence in the room threatened his sanity. Finding the remote near the TV, he took it and pressed the power button. The flat screen was small, but it had a better picture compared to the boxy television sets.
He kicked off his shoes before he scooted back over the mattress. The bed was bouncy and would be perfect for having sex. A shame he couldn’t make use of his resources. After propping the pillows behind him, he flipped through the channels on the TV. He found an episode of Seinfeld playing. He remembered watching the sitcom when it had first aired in 1989. The comedy always made him laugh.
Later, a show called Friends came on. The sitcom kept him entertained until his phone vibrated in his pocket. He hurried to pull it out in case it was Emily. When he finally removed the cell, he noticed a message from her on the screen.
Made it back to the hotel. How are you doing?
Smiling at the wonders of modern technology, he replied, Watching Friends. It’ not bad.
He set the phone on his thigh and resumed watching the show. A minute later, a new text from her appeared.
Ick. Friends is old.
He prepared a quick response. New to me.
Her next message arrived promptly. Seriously? Don’t they have TV in heaven?
Nope, he replied.
He held the cell, waiting for her to respond.
OMG! How did you get by without TV?? What do people do without TV??
He typed his reply. There are theatres people perform in. Most people are busy with jobs, going out with friends, having sex, spending time with family, traveling, having fun, having more sex… What’s OMG?
He placed the phone on his leg. He shook his foot as the time passed. When his phone didn’t vibrate, he pressed the button to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. The screen showed the normal picture of a field of flowers. Sad she hadn’t replied, he returned his attention to the television. But after a few minutes, he couldn’t tolerate watching the show any longer. He missed talking to Emily, even if it was only by instant messaging.
He lifted the phone and sent her a new communication. What are you doing?
Boredom started to take hold of him. He left the phone on the bed and began pacing in the room. The urge to call her was like an itch he desperately needed to scratch, but he didn’t want to be a nuisance. He kept glancing at the phone, hoping it would buzz with a response from her. When it finally did, he dove over the bed to claim the cell.
Getting clothes ready for tomorrow. Heading into shower soon. OMG is oh my god. I’m stunned there’s no TV in heaven.
Her message instantly brightened his mood. He entered his reply. Who needs TV when there are better things to do? What are you going to wear tomorrow?
He placed the phone aside and then laid his head sideways on top of his arm. So she was staying busy. That was good to know. At least she hadn’t decided to leave him stranded. He’d thought she might, especially after she tried to give him several wads of cash. He didn’t want her money. It was hers to begin with. Just because he’d won it didn’t make it his. Besides, he’d rather be with her than have any amount of money.
The phone buzzed. He jerked his head up to look at the screen.
Black dress with a wide belt. Nothing fancy.
He imagined her wearing a sexy black outfit that reached above her knees and had a low neckline to reveal her cleavage. Wait a minute. He didn’t want her to wear anything sexy for the demon. If she was going to pretty herself up, it should be for him.
No need to dress to impress. Jeans will be fine, he replied.
Now, if she dressed up nice for him, Andrew would have to let his fingers explore her body, starting with her thighs. Then again, maybe he should start with her neck and drag his touch down between her breasts. The mere thought gave him a boner.
A new message arrived from her. Not taking any chances. This dirtbag needs to go.
Don’t lead him on too much, Andrew sent back to her.
Define too much. Is kissing too much? Is letting him feel me up too much? FYI, leading him is the game plan.
Andrew’s eyes widened. She had to be kidding around. God, he hoped she was. He quickly typed a response. No touching. No kissing. If he tries, walk away. No, run!
His pulse sped as he thought about the demon touching her. He’d rip the demon’s heart out. No one was allowed to lay a finger on Emily.
A new message arrived. LOL. Chillax angel baby. I’m not into demons.
He chuckled as he prepared a reply. Are you into angels? I may know someone. He’s a good guy. Hot. Well hung. I think you’d like him.
He turned onto his side and propped his head up with his balled hand. Although he wasn’t sure what LOL stood for, he guessed it wasn’t a bad thing.
LMFAO!
He stared at the letters, clueless as to what they stood for. What does that mean? Is that code for you want to bop his brains out?
After he sent the message, he tried to make up words for each letter. L could stand for let’s. M could be short for make. F could be for fun or funny. A could stand for apples and O for oranges. Let’s make funny apples and oranges. Maybe it was the latest phrase people used.
OMG I am LMFAO. Seriously!!
EXCERPT 2
Relief flowed through her, having shared the truth. Now if she could only get him to do the same. “Yeah, my story’s not nearly as interesting as yours.”
“I disagree. What kind of person gets punished in heaven for having sex with too many women? I don’t think it gives me a good image.”
His words were not what she wanted to hear.
“So that’s it? They sent you back because of that?” she asked.
“Well… In all honesty, this was my third sentence. I guess the council had had enough with me.”
“Third sentence?” The story just kept improving.
“The first one I spent twenty years in London. The council thought by sending me away from my family and friends that I’d change. The second time they sent me to a men’s academy for five years.”
“Is that like some kind of military facility?”
“Something like that, but no weapons or fighting, of course. Female secretaries worked in the office and they took a liking to me.”
“And you’re not the kind of guy to turn a lady down, I suppose.”
“No, I’m not.”
“So everything you said at the bar was true?” She still didn’t believe him. His story was too unreal.
“Yes. They sent me back to kill six demons. An extra year will be added to my sentence for every woman I have sex with while I’m here.”
“That must be hard for you.”
He didn’t respond, but he kept staring at her. Frustrated, she shook her head and looked away. Why couldn’t he tell her the truth? That’s all she wanted.
“How would anyone even know if you were having sex?” she asked.
“Before they sent me back, they injected me with these … fluids. One of them was a way for them to monitor and communicate with me. The other had something in it to knock me out too. I was unconscious within a few minutes of the shot. I’m not sure which contained holy water, but it had to be in one of the two vials.”
“Holy water?”
“So the demon will be destroyed once I touch it.”
“Ah,” she said as she tilted her head back. “So they can monitor what you do?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm…”
“You still don’t believe me. Do you?” he asked.
“No, I don’t. It sounds too unbelievable.”
“So then it has to be a lie?” he questioned.
“Angels don’t exist. God doesn’t exist. If there was one, he wouldn’t let people hurt people.”
“Free will is a bitch to deal with,” he said.
“Yeah, whatever.”
EXCERPT 3
He lifted the visor before he turned to his new lady friend. “Thank you for the ride.”
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Andrew.”
She glimpsed at him. “Andy what?”
“It’s Andrew, not Andy,” he said, a bit testy.
“Oh, sorry. What’s your last name?”
“Just call me Andrew.”
She pressed her lips together and frowned. He sensed her discontent, but he didn’t see a point in sharing his full name.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Emily.”
He noticed she avoided gazing at him. Did his nakedness bother her? He wondered if she was bashful. Surely, she didn’t think he had an unappealing body. But he couldn’t be certain. Maybe if he had something to hide his erection she would be more willing to look at him.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any extra clothes, would you? Preferably for a man.” He looked behind her seat and spotted a cover and a bag containing bottles of water.
“No, but there’s a blanket in the back you can use for now.”
He twisted and reached between the seats. His arm brushed against hers and she inched away from him. After he pulled the blanket to the front, he placed it over his lap.
The dark road had a lot of hills and curves. He hadn’t seen a single vehicle in either direction. Since they hadn’t passed many houses, he guessed they were far from a city. But where? And what year was it? Did Earth look the same since he’d left it in 1989? He wished the sun were shining so could he see more.
She peeked at him from the corner of her eyes. “This is just too weird.”
“What?”
She took her eyes off the road briefly. “You.”
“So you don’t stumble across naked men in the road very often?”
She grinned and he thought it went well with her face. He would encourage her to smile more often.
“No, you’re the first,” she said. “How did you end up without any clothes in the middle of some country road?”
“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”
The temptation to feed her some story played in his mind. If he told her the truth, she might pull over and force him to get out. He needed help and right now, she was his only chance at getting it.
“Try me,” she said.
“Could you first tell me what year it is?”
Her brows scrunched. “2016.”
“Oh.” He nodded. “Good.”
He inhaled a relieving breath. Since he’d only been gone twenty-seven years, he suspected he could fit back into society with ease.
EXCERPT 4
He moved closer to her. “What is that?” He pointed at the screen.
“Skype is an online tool people use to communicate with other people anywhere in the world.”
“Like a visual phone call?”
“Where have you been? This isn’t new. It’s been around for years.”
The screen changed again. Intrigued by her actions, he watched her drag her finger over the flat pad, press a button, and then start typing ‘Harold Dillons’ in the box on the screen. She hit a key and a new screen appeared within seconds. She moved the page down by pressing the arrow on the keyboard.
“It’s amazing how quickly you can get information,” he said while he enjoyed breathing in her soft, sea-breeze scent.
“Yeah, well, if it’s public knowledge, we can get access to it. I’m not seeing any articles from newspapers about this guy. Right now, he’s just an ordinary person. I want to know where he works, what car he drives, does he have good credit or bad credit, does he have a criminal record…”
“Can Troy find that information out?”
“Troy has access to resources that we don’t. He can get the information without risking any harm to himself.”
She brought up a new window on the screen. “We can get a close up view of his house.” She typed the address on the line.
A small picture of a house appeared along with a map. Emily clicked to zoom in closer on the map. A larger, clearer image of the brick home showed up.
“That’s his house,” she said.
“That is?” He leaned closer, brushing his arm against hers.
“Hey, sit back.” She brought the laptop to the edge of the table.
Together, they stared at the red brick home. It sat on a hill with the one-car garage on the main level. Above the garage was a porch. Two separate flights of concrete stairs led to the front door in the center of the house. The small yard was steep with mostly bushes. A window stuck out on the other side of the door. The home resembled a small bungalow.
Emily clicked on an arrow and the focus changed to the house next door. She clicked on a different arrow and the image jumped in the opposite direction.
“The neighborhood looks crowded. See how close the houses are?” she asked.
“How can you see his house and the ones next door?”
She turned and her mouth was inches away from him. “Have you ever used a computer before?”
He tried not to look at her pink lips, but he couldn’t resist. He fought the urge to claim them. “No, but I’ve seen plenty.”
“It’s easy to use. If you want to look at a map, you type Google Maps in the box. If you want to look up a person’s name, just enter the name in the box. It’s called a search field. Whatever you enter will start a search after you press the return button.” She pointed to the key. “Even if you have a question, you can just enter your question and you’ll get a list of responses. They may not be accurate, though. You have to weed through the links.”
She veered her attention back to him. He stared at her eyes. The blue tint captivated him and offered him a sense of tranquility. He lowered his gaze to her mouth. As if she were a magnet, he felt a strong lure toward her. His heart gained beats while blood rushed through him and focused on one particular spot on his body. She inched closer to him and he could feel her warm breath. He wanted her, wanted to mold his mouth to hers and suck on her precious tongue. But he knew he couldn’t stop there. He’d have to have more and he presumed she would too. Against everything that he yearned for, he backed away from her and rose.
About the Author:
Mary is a romantic at heart and a lifetime lover of the paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction. Indianapolis is her hometown. When she’s not working or binge watching television, she enjoys creating fantastical stories with vampires, demons, werewolves, angels, and/or other supernatural creatures. She likes to add mystery and suspense along with romance to her books too. She lives a quiet life and aspires to become a full time writer after she is able to retire. She also hopes to meet that vampire, werewolf, or angel who will sweep me off her feet. Hey, a girl can dream. And she often does.
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