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New Orleans
When a fallen angel has to break a Vodou curse to save the woman he loves, all hell just might break loose.
Dominic LaFontaine is a night club owner in New Orleans, and he just happens to be a fallen angel as well. He's been in love with his best friend for a couple of years now, but has never found the courage to tell her. Then she starts dating another man, and he realises he could lose her.
Teresa Ryder has wanted Dominic from the first moment they met five years ago, but until recently he'd never given any indication that he saw her as anything more than a friend. So she finds another man who wants her. Unfortunately, Vincent Delacourte isn't the man she thinks he is, and Teresa finds herself swept up in a Vodou curse.
Now it will take all of Dominic's power and knowledge, along with that of his friends, to save the woman he loves from a madman's clutches.
Reader Advisory: This book was previously released under a different title. It's the third in a series and should be read in order.
Chicago
Neither Grant nor the world is ready for what he unearthed in Peru.
Grant Carson doesn’t believe in angels or anything he can’t see or touch, yet the skeleton he has in the vault at his lab threatens all he thinks to be real. But that isn’t his only problem. Someone is looking for something, and they think Grant has it. He has to turn to Danielle for help.
Danielle Weston has lived on Earth for millennia, and she’s always managed to keep her heart safe. Until she meets Grant Carson, an archaeologist at The Field Museum. He’s never given her the time of day until his lab gets broken into.
Suddenly, Danielle has to decide if telling Grant the truth about where she came from and what she really was is worth risking his love. But if she doesn’t, things worse than losing Grant’s approval could happen, and the world isn’t ready to know the truth.
Publisher's Note: This book was previously released under a different title. It’s part of a series and is best read in order.
General Release Date: 24th January 2014
Excerpt from: New Oreleans
The hustle and noise of the French Quarter disappeared as Dominic LaFontaine stood on the sidewalk outside Ryder’s Bookstore. He stared through the plate glass window at the dark-haired woman standing behind the counter. It had been a long two weeks away from New Orleans, but it wasn’t the city that had called him home. It was Teresa Ryder, the woman he called his best friend and the one his heart called his love.
She glanced up at that moment and caught him staring at her. A joyous smile broke across her face and she waved him in. It was embarrassing how his heart jumped at the sight of her racing across the floor to him, and scary how at home he felt when she wrapped her arms around him and her laughter filled his ears.
Crushing her tight to him, he whispered, "God, I’ve missed you."
She pulled back from him, her violet eyes sparkling with happiness. "It’s only been two weeks, Dominic."
"A minute away from you feels like a lifetime," he stated truthfully.
"Quit your flirting and help me close up." She led him back to the register. "How was your trip?"
"Productive," he murmured as he eyed her bottom. He had to stop himself from reaching out and squeezing those luscious cheeks. Great way to greet her after being gone for two weeks, he thought.
"Did you get all your business taken care of while you were out there? I didn’t know you knew anyone out in Reno." She started counting the till.
"He was more of an acquaintance when I went out there, but I’d like to think we’re friends now." As he started shutting off the lights, he thought about the routine they had established years ago.
"I’m sure you are. Who wouldn’t like you after they met you?" She tucked the last of the money into a bag.
He laughed. Teresa had always seen him as a sweet person. She didn’t know that he was one of the most feared men in New Orleans. He had never told her about his past—he didn’t want to destroy her innocence. "William never does what you would expect him to do, but he’s a good man." He took the cash bag from her and opened the door. "Will you join me for dinner? I’ve missed talking to you."
She blushed. "I can’t. I have a date."
Disappointment rushed through him. "That’s great, sweetheart. Who’s the lucky man?"
"His name is Vincent Delacourte. He came into the store the day after you left and we just hit it off. We’ve gone to dinner a few times since then." Her face was glowing with happiness.
"Does he treat you like the lady you are?" Dominic shivered as fear trickled down his spine. Was he too late to confess his love? He didn’t know what he would do if he lost her.
"Yes, he treats me almost as good as you do." She laughed up at him, not seeming to notice that his heart was in danger of being broken.
"That’s good. I don’t think anyone could care about you as much as I do," he said softly. She studied him in puzzlement. "I’m going to the club. Why don’t you bring Delacourte by after dinner?"
"I’ll see if he wants to. If not, I’ll see you tomorrow morning like usual, right?" She gave him a kiss when he nodded.
"I’ll drop this off for you." He waved the cash bag and gestured to the limo waiting at the kerb. "Go enjoy your dinner. Looks like your ride is here."
She waved goodbye and slipped into the car. He wasn’t thrilled to see that no one held the door open for her—where was the respect everyone should show her? He put a black mark against Delacourte in his mind.
* * * *
"Hey, man, your little hottie’s here," Randy said as he poked his head into Dominic’s office.
"She’s not mine. She’s out on a date and I told her to stop by."
"Your hottie’s got a date and it isn’t you, man? That’s shocking." Randy’s voice still held a hint of the islands he came from.
"Shove it," Dominic said nicely. "Take her to our regular table. I’ll be there in a minute."
Randy grinned before heading out. Dominic followed a few minutes later. He was surprised to see Randy standing next to the table he and Teresa usually used. If his friend had been a cat, his back would be up and he’d be spitting. A blond man slightly shorter than Dominic sat next to Teresa. She was flushed from something Delacourte had whispered to her. Dominic clenched his hands in anger when he spied Delacourte slide his hand up her thigh. She pulled away before he got too far.
He tried to stifle the raging jealousy inside him. He couldn’t believe Delacourte would try to grope her, especially in public. He managed to ignore the little voice in his head that said he would do it in a heartbeat, if he had the chance.
Excerpt from: Chicago
Danielle stepped from her car and handed the valet her keys. It had been a long time since she had eaten at Geja’s. She’d always enjoyed the fondue restaurant. Smiling at the doorman, she entered the cozy restaurant on the basement level of a town house.
“May we help you, ma’am?” the maître d’ asked.
“I’m here to join the Reynolds party.”
“Of course. Right this way.”
Trisha’s laugh rang out as Danielle followed the man around the corner, and her mood lifted when she saw her three best friends.
“Already enjoying the wine, I see,” she joked as she slid into the booth next to Janet.
“It’s about time you got here. It’s your damn birthday party.” Trisha giggled as she toasted Danielle with her glass.
Joan leaned over to hug her and whispered, “Dickhead broke up with her today. She’s been crying off and on all day.”
Danielle reached out and squeezed Trisha’s hand. “I always said you were too good for him.”
Trisha giggled again. “It’s strange but you were the only one to tell me that. I thought you were jealous.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Jealous?” She saw Janet’s warning glance. “Maybe, but let’s forget about that and celebrate.”
“You’re the only woman I know who doesn’t freak out about getting older.” Patty shook her head as the waiter poured Danielle some wine.
“Why freak out when it’s just a number?” She smiled. When you’ve been alive for thousands of years, one more doesn’t matter.
* * * *
Janet and Patty were trying to fish their potatoes out of the boiling oil in their fondue pot while Trisha laughed hysterically at them. Danielle wanted to remember this moment when all her friends were happy and enjoying life. Pausing time, she tried to burn an image of them in her mind so she could remember it when they were gone.
“What are you doing?” Mika’il appeared beside her table. He glanced around at all the frozen people. “You’re not supposed to be able to stop time.”
“I’m not? I must have missed the meeting where you told us what we could and couldn’t do. Are you here to yell at me for this or was there some other reason why you’re gracing me with your presence?”
He glanced down at her. “I just wanted to say thank you again for helping Dominic. I know it goes against your beliefs.”
“This is the third time you’ve thanked me. Let it go. It wasn’t Dominic I was helping out anyway. I’ll pay for it somehow, I’m sure.” When the archangel didn’t answer, she looked up at him. Narrowing her eyes, she said, “I’m right, aren’t I? I’m going to pay for being a Good Samaritan.”
“It’s not my place to tell you how hard I worked on setting this up, Danielle.”
“What the hell do you mean by that?”
“I can’t tell you how difficult this job has been.”
She snorted. “I sometimes wonder exactly what your job is, Mika’il.”
“There are moments when I ask God the same thing.”
Her cell phone vibrated, breaking the spell. When she reached to answer it, Mika’il disappeared. Her friends were laughing again.
“I have to answer this.” She stood and went outside, since the use of cell phones was prohibited within the restaurant. “Hello?”
“Miss Weston?” A husky and angry voice came over the line.
“Yes?”
“This is Grant Carson. I need you to meet me at the museum as soon as possible.”
“Why?” She could tell by the tone of his voice that whatever he had planned wasn’t going to be a happy meeting.
“It’s very important. I don’t wish to discuss it over the phone.”
“Okay. I’m in Lincoln Park. I’ll be there as soon as traffic will let me.”
“Fine. I’ll be in my lab.” He hung up.
She looked at her phone for a moment then put it away. When she went in to say goodbye, her friends protested.
“It’s an emergency. I really have to go.” She tossed some bills across the table to Janet, ignoring their pleas to take her money back. “That’ll cover most of the meal. I’ll call you later.”
She rushed from the restaurant and waited impatiently for her car. There had to be something wrong, otherwise Grant would never have called her. A faint feeling of uneasiness gathered in her stomach, and suddenly she had a compelling urge to get to the museum. Danielle contemplated using some of her power to hurry the process up, but she wasn’t sure if the problem was worth her wasting her power on. Since she didn’t have a way to replenish her powers, she decided to drive like mortals would.
Her car arrived and she drove across town without causing an accident or using any power while going as fast as she could on the crowded Chicago streets. She rang the bell beside the employee door. The security guard opened it and nodded.
“Miss Weston, Dr Carson is waiting for you in his lab.”
“Thank you.” She headed towards the basement area where the labs were.
She opened the door and gasped. Grant stood in the middle of the lab, pottery shards littering the floor around his feet. His tense shoulders and fists propped on his hips spoke of his rage.
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