Genre: Romantic Suspense
Author: Julie Rowe
Publisher: Entangled Ignite
Gregori’s last mission is to save Earth from the demons threatening to take control. He doesn’t care if he survives as long as he averts the impending apocalypse—until he meets Adelita, a human refugee, whose spirit and determination give him a renewed reason to fight. And live. He’s falling for her, despite the fact he’s told her nothing but lies and there can’t possibly be a future for them.
Adelita can hardly believe the archangel Gregori, sent to save mankind, has lost his faith and his edge. After he saves her from a demon attack, she vows to help him recover both by any means necessary. But can she keep her own faith when she learns the truth about who and what Gregori really is?
PURCHASE AT AMAZON
About Jody Wallace
Jody Wallace grew up in the South in a very rural area. She went to school a long time because there was always something new to learn and ended up with a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing. Her resume includes college English instructor, technical documents editor, market analyst, web designer, and general all around pain in the butt. She currently lives in Tennessee with her family: 1 husband, 2 kids, 2 cats. One of her many alter egos is “The Grammar Wench”, which should give you an indication of her character. She is a terrible packrat and likes to amass vintage clothing, books, Asian-inspired kitchenware, gnomes, and other items that threaten to force her family out of the house. She also likes cats. A lot.
Ms. Wallace’s approach to writing is to tell as many outlandish lies as she can get her readers to swallow. Her dream is to be moderately well-paid for this service. She is active in RWA and occasionally conducts writing workshops. Among topics she’s been known to cover are training sessions for contest judges (she coordinated her local RWA chapter contest for many years), point of view, dialogue punctuation and creativity enhancement.A double Golden Heart finalist in 2006, Julie Rowe has been writing medically inclined romances for over ten years. She’s also a published freelancer with articles appearing in The Romance Writer’s Report, Canadian Living, Today’s Parent, Reader’s Digest (Canada) and other magazines.
Julie is an active member of RWA and its subchapters, Heartbeat RWA, Calgary RWA, The Golden Network, Hearts Through History and RWA Online. She coordinates Book In A Week, and online workshops for Heartbeat and Calgary RWA.
Julie is now teaching for Keyano College in her home city of Fort McMurray, AB, Canada. She teaches a variety of workshops for the Workforce Development department at Keyano College.
Julie enjoys teaching and volunteering, and is a passionate promoter of life-long learning. She’s the owner/moderator of the Announce Online Classes email loop, which promotes online classes hosted by a large number of writing organizations, for writers on a wide variety of topics and skill levels, taught by some of publishing’s best writers and writing instructors.
He rose and lifted her to her feet. She stumbled away as soon as he released her, dusting her shirt and pants. Then, completely without warning, she whirled back to him, grabbed his feathers and yanked.
“Are these really wings?” she demanded.
Good thing he’d had the battle tips retracted. “What else would they be?”
“I don’t know.” She glared at him. “Who’s to say only the heavenly host can have wings? Daemons fly, too.”
“You continue to doubt me, mortal? After seeing me on your television?” He spread his wings halfway and glared back. This was easier when his force field—his glow—and his headpiece were functional. Dammit.
“Obviously you haven’t seen any 3-D movies.” She marched behind him and inspected his shoulders. He allowed it, even as her gaze made him self-conscious. As though he should flex his muscles and stand straighter.
She brushed past him. “I can’t see through your armor.”
If she could, she’d see the wings piercing his skin. They were endo-organic like his headpiece. He tucked the broken array into a storage compartment on his breastplate and eyed her shapely legs. She was finely formed, this Terran woman. As she picked up her hat and gun, he appreciated her rounded buttocks.
She stuck her hat on her head, her gun in her waistband, snapped her knife holster, and gave him a long, assessing stare. “You see something you like, angeli?”
He lifted one shoulder. “All mortals look the same to me.”
She crossed her arms. “Well, you look taller on television.”
“I’m tall enough.” On Ship he was ninetieth percentile for height. “Taller than you.”
She blew her bangs out of her eyes. “Ay, who’s not taller than me?”
He thought about the Terrans he’d met. This woman was petite, though she’d be average on Ship. “Children?”
She gestured in a way he recognized as rude. “You act more and more like a regular man the longer I talk to you. Not to mention the other thing.” She tugged her hat farther down on her head. “My Jeep is on the road. Or are you going to fly off now?”
“I can’t leave you here alone.” He didn’t want to frighten her, but the horde was closer than she seemed to realize. With his array out of commission, his surveillance abilities were limited. It was time to relocate.
“Then come.” She strode off without looking back, so he folded his wings and followed her, several paces behind.