F’D UP FAIRY TALES…!

Hi, lovely souls!

I’m back with more information about the wonderful collaboration I am taking part in! I’m so excited, as this will be my debut release!!!

Let me share a bit about the line-up.

14 stories. 14 authors. You remember your favorite bed-time fairy tales, right? Sleeping Beauty, Beauty & The Beast (can’t wait too see Emma Watson as Belle this weekend!), Snow White…. Red Riding Hood. You know all the classics…!

There may even be a few you’ve never heard of….

But, what we’ve done… is flipped them upside down, and we aren’t turning them right-side up. 😉 

My story is a F’D Up retelling of…. Sleeping Beauty! The cover reveal is coming this week. Most likely on Friday.

This story… well, the first draft…. Took me only 5 days to write/type. It’s short… a bit shorter than anticipated, but that’s where editing comes in, right? 😉

Speaking of which, I’m off to my editing cave right now… and to get my head back into the groove of writing a short story.

So, be on the lookout…

Friday, May 24, 2017…

I’ll be revealing the cover for my F’D UP FAIRY TALES novella, along with the title 😉

Until next time, Angel!

Keep flying high….

Angel!

Get Ready…

Hi, lovely souls!

Today begins the first day of my promoting an amazing project. A project that I am a part of. 

😀 That’s right. I’m going to be included in this project. I’m nervous, excited, and trying not to overwhelm myself.

Oh, I’m writing. Faster than the speed of light and sound, LOL. Well, as fast as I can. Time is of the essence.

Now, I’m not going to keep you in suspense any longer. From the creative mind of author Kassana Dwight, I give you….

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Totally excited to add my contribution to this amazing collaboration!

More on my novella soon 😉

Until next time, lovely souls!

Keep flying high!

 

ANGEL

When I Look at You (free short).

As promised, here is When I Look at You. 

Enjoy! 

An Angel Mystique short

Your heartbeat is my favorite song. One I want to spend countless hours listening to before we go to sleep. Your voice is the last sound I want to hear, because, it still helps lull me into a peaceful sleep.

You, my dearest love, are … Home to me. Like my bones have found safety and my soul has found a quiet resting place.

I just need you to know that.

 

“Baby… you’re thinking too much. O is going to be just fine.”

I feel the soft stroke of your fingertips lightly trailing up and down my arms, and I exhale.

“Still thinking too much,” you chuckle, while kissing my right temple.

I melt more into your embrace, sighing once more. “But what if-”

Your lips come crashing down onto mine.

Softly.

Slowly.

As if silencing my thoughts. In fact, you do. The sudden spike of nervousness in my belly vanishes as quickly as it had appeared.

“He’s going to be fine. He’s just getting his first haircut. He’s not going off to a war or something.”

I look up into your eyes, and I smile. Then, I laugh out loud.

“Want to come with us?”

“No. No.” I say, a little too quickly. “That should be a dad son bonding moment. Just send me pictures. I’ll see him when you all get home.”

You drop a kiss onto my lips again, this time, lifting me and sitting me on top of you.

“I love you,” you say, while gently kissing the left side of my collarbone.

I shiver. Can’t help it. You just… do that to me. Still.

After nearly seven years, you still manage to make my body respond to you in a way only you can.

“I love you, too.”

You wink, before giving the other side the same treatment.

Lick, nibble, suck.

“Show me how much.”

My hands find the nape of your neck, and I smile at you, as I drop a kiss along the right side of your cheek.

When I look at you, I see everything. Your concern. Your love. Your heart. When I look at you, I see me. For we are one in the same. Same heart. Same flesh. Same soul.

“Yes, sir.”

You gently grab the back of my head, as your lips come crashing down on mine. Hard this time.

THE END.

© Angel Mystique, 2017 

The Editor.

An Angel Mystique short. 

To: Chloe Golden

From: Bradley Larson

Subject: Regretfully…

 

Dear Miss Golden,

Giving the current state of our partnership, I must decline further assistance from you as my editor. Listed below are the reasons why.

You… and I started out as professionals: editor and client. But now that things have changed; I find myself more and more stuck. Your work is good. Excellent even. And I’m probably going to be a feel like a fool for a while for not working with you. No bother.

I feel it’s past time we let this go. Let whatever it was -that we felt for that short span of time- go. I am happily devoted to my girlfriend, as you are with your man. Who would want to stand in the way of each other’s happiness when we know… When I know…  I’m with the woman that is The One for me? I cannot speak for you, and I don’t want to do that.

I’m just writing you this to say that we can be friends. Friends who check in with each other from time to time. Friends who say hello, for a few minutes, and nothing more than that. The more I think about it, I would rather us remain cordial than completely shut the door.

I’m not that kind of person. I’m not mean. Not spiteful. I don’t hate you. How could I hate you based off a moment of inappropriate flirting? I don’t know whether you conjured up in your mind that you were going to make me feel something for you. You don’t seem like that kind of person.

But no matter.

Friends are all we can be. For now, until eternity.

I hope you understand my point of view.

With a heavy heart,

Bradley Larson

 

Chloe stared at the email, unsure of what to do. Where to go. She couldn’t say anything, could she? Couldn’t respond to him in the way she wanted to.

He was right. He was the with woman he was meant to be with… and she… Well. She was stuck in limbo unsure of where she and her boyfriend- Paul- should go. It wasn’t any fault of her own. She told herself that all the time to help keep those voices of blame out of her head.

She loved Paul. She did. They had been together for two solid years. Two good ones. And then, somewhere along the way, life took them in different directions.

He said he wanted to explore other options. To be free to just live a little. After all, he was still twenty- six, still in that party phase of his life.

So, they split up for a year, and had since, found ‘their way back to each other’. She had always thought that phrase was such bullshit. But not with Paul.

Even if he was living on another continent. What she shared with him was real.

Dammit. It was real.

Chloe sighed, as she shut off her computer for the night.

She would tackle Bradley’s email in the morning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Hi,” he spoke into the phone, trying to clear the shakiness out of his voice.

“Bradley? You’re calling me now? I- I tried responding to your email.”

“I figured as much. Why don’t I come see you? For a few hours? Then I’ll be back home and out of your hair.”

“No. That’s- not a good idea. What do you need to see me face to face for anyway?”

Bradley sighed. To tell you that even though it’s been a few months that I still-

“Bradley? Just forget about me, okay? It’s for the best.”

He bit the inside of his left cheek. There was that statement again.

“It’s for that- Really, Chloe? That’s all I get?”

“I love Paul. Deeply. I’m in love with Paul, Bradley. What we had was a moment. Brief. A fucking fire spark that died instantly.”

It sure as hell didn’t for me.

“Right.” He scoffed, loud enough, so that she would hear him.

“And it’s over. I’m devoted to him, Bradley. We can’t do this. What about- You have Chandra.”

She sighed heavily, and he wanted nothing more than to see her. Go to her. But, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t, as hard as it was to deny the fact that he thought about being in her presence every day.

“Just let it go, Bradley.”

He heard what she was saying loud and clear.

Let me go.

He heard she shifting, footsteps quietly padding over the carpeted floor of her bedroom.

“Look, Chloe. I just have to say one thing, before we go.”

“What’s that?”

She sounded on edge. Rightfully so. He had shifted the supposed formula, and rather quickly. He had… let everything change in a matter of moments.

She hadn’t been looking for him. He found her.

“I’ll always…” he bit the inside of his left cheek.

She sighed. “Yeah. Me too.”

He ended the call, running a hand along his face, as he leaned back in his bed.

He would always… care.

What he hadn’t been expecting was for her to agree with him.

That gave him a little comfort.

THE END.

Stories coming your way!

I have decided to start posting/publishing some freebies on my website. I have two pending (one in the works shortly). Both of which will be posted here this week.

I hope you all enjoy these. Consider these a way to get back into the groove, before I dive into the books I actually want to publish.

Be on the lookout. Hopefully, I won’t disappoint. You can find the main page here.

Keep on flying high…

Angel.

Cover Reveal: Coming Together

Hi, lovely souls!

I just wanted to take this opportunity to share Renee Harless’ newest cover with you! So, here it is!

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Here is some more information about the book, as well as an excerpt & a giveaway!

Coming Together (Welcome to Carson, Book Two) by Renee Harless Standalone series Cover reveal date: March 7, 2017 – Pre-order available

Publish date: April 18, 2017

Contemporary Romantic Suspense

Photographer: Shauna Kruse
Model: Matthew Hosea
Cover Designer: Porcelain Paper Designs

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Description:

A broken heart and shattered dreams… Austin Connelly had it all: loving family, a growing and profitable business, the perfect woman warming his bed at night… When she completely disappears from his life, well kept secrets begin to emerge. He finds out his best friend’s girlfriend is also his half-sister, and he believes someone is sabotaging his company. Austin thought he and Nikki had something special, but when she returns suddenly announcing her pregnancy, he can’t control his hurt and anger, but the pull and attraction become too much for him to ignore and he finds himself in her arms once again. He’s thrust back into the emotions he’s held onto since Nikki left him. Nikki Deveraux never had it easy growing up. As a part of a wealthy family, her parents cared more about their bank account and affairs than they did about their only daughter. Watching their marriage crumble before her very eyes she swore that she’ll do whatever she can to protect herself from succumbing to that kind of pain. With no desire to find “the one”, Nikki finds herself torn between love and fear when she discovers herself pregnant. Taking a chance on her heart, Nikki works to rebuild her relationship with Austin after running away scared and when she uncovers someone stealing money from his company she fears he’ll give up on his dream of happiness yet again. Will he take a chance on her? Will he let her back into his heart? Or will the ghosts of his past shred him further?

Order Links: (Pre-order is available)

Amazon US – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MTC2QIR

Amazon CA – www.amazon.ca/dp/B01MTC2QIR

Amazon UK – www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01MTC2QIR

Amazon AU – https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01MTC2QIR

Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/book/show/33973222-coming-together

Pre-Release Giveaway: Win an Advanced Reader Copy of Coming Together. Giveaway ends at midnight April 7, 2017.

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EXCLUSIVE TEASER!!! 

Coming Together Teaser

Exclusive Excerpt 

Their dinner ends not long after, and having won the argument, Austin pays the bill. With his hand on the small of her back, he ushers her out of the diner and onto the busy sidewalk. Carson townspeople move back and forth across the walkway, still busy hanging stars and twinkling lights in preparation for their New Year’s bash; a party that brings people into town from forty counties over.

Nikki stares in quiet amazement as the Fitzgerald sisters work to hang the twelve foot star in the middle of Main Street, hanging a line between the town’s parallel buildings. Luckily for them, Austin and a few of the other local workers rush over to help the aging fabric store owners.

Once the star is placed to their liking, Austin returns to where Nikki is waiting against the wall of Angie’s diner. As he approaches, Nikki feels the first trickle of wetness falling on her cheek. Only then does she notice that the light snowfall seems to be increasing in heaviness as it continues.

Coming to stand beside her, Austin turns his attention in her direction.

“Are you ready to go? I’m afraid that the snow is forecasted to be a bit heavy tonight.”

“Yes, sure.”

Taking her by her elbow, the heat of his hand filtering through the thickness of her jacket, Austin guides her to his large work truck. Parked parallel alongside the street, as she steps off the sidewalk to enter the vehicle, her foot slips on the slick precipitation. Instead of falling face first into the side of the truck as she was anticipating with a wince, Nikki finds herself twisted around and resting in Austin’s overly muscled arms.

“Are you ok?” he asks, cradling her close to his body, but at the moment Nikki is speechless. Unable to form any words, she simply nods her head. Trapped in a heated exchange with this man she’s missed for so very long now, Nikki feels herself leaning closer into his body, bringing her lips an inch from his, but as if struck by terror, Austin straightens abruptly and steps away from their embrace. Instead of kissing her as she had hoped, he opens the truck door and lifts her by her hips, placing her into his truck. He angrily slams the door closed, shaking the truck and Nikki as she sits inside, stunned.

His eyes spew hatred as he climbs into the driver’s seat and Nikki turns to gaze out the window, shrinking into herself. Her hands rest protectively on her stomach as she rests against the door, as far from Austin as she can possibly be. The warmth of her breath caresses the cold glass, causing the window to fog with each exhalation of air.

“Nikki…” Austin pleads in an attempt to garner her attention.

She turns to study him.

Running his fingers through his hair exasperatedly, he simply says, “I can’t do it again.”

“Do what?” she whispers in return.

“Fall in love with you. I just can’t do it, Nikki. It would kill me this time.”

 

About the Author

Renee Harless is a romance writer with an affinity for wine and a passion for telling a good story.

Renee Harless, her husband, and children live in Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. She studied Communication, specifically Public Relations, at Radford University. Growing up, Renee always found a way to pursue her creativity. It began by watching endless runs of White Christmas- yes even in the summer – and learning every word and dance from the movie. She could still sing “Sister Sister” if requested. In high school she joined the show choir and a community theatre group, The Troubadours. After marrying the man of her dreams and moving from her hometown she sought out a different artistic outlet – writing.

To say that Renee is a romance addict would be an understatement. When she isn’t chasing her toddler or preschooler around the house, working her day job, or writing, she jumps head first into a romance novel.

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She’s such a lovely person. I’m so happy to a part of her cover reveal!

Catch you later, lovey souls!

Until next time!

Keep flying high…

Angel 

 

What’s going on, Angel?

Hi, lovely souls!

I know I’ve been quiet for some time now. As promised: I have news!

Last night, I finished my first project for 2017. It’s a lot shorter than I anticipated it to be. Only 8,669 words thus far. But it is a complete story. My question to you, as I head back into my writing cave for the afternoon and evening, how much would you pay for something short- a short novella?

.99?

Let me know in the comments down below.

One book down, three and a half 😉 more to go.

Until next time.

Keep flying!

~Angel