If you are looking for an
intense, passionate love so wrong it is right, a story about losing your way
but clawing desperately at any chance to find your way back, about hanging on
to your last shred of sanity and trusting someone enough to let go of your fears,
look no further. No One's Angel's angel is a New Adult (NA) Contemporary
Romance about a girl learning to fight back and a boy learning to let
go.
Tess used to spend more hours than she'd
care to admit playing her favorite computer game, using the nickname Angel. She
could pretend her life was different, and she could pretend Arion was just a
friend. But a girl needs more to keep her warm at night than pixels, and she
traded her virtual heaven for a real-life hell. Now she's on the run from a
past she won't talk about, and the only place she has to go is the doorstep of
the friend she's never actually met.
When Angel disappeared from
their nightly games, it nearly destroyed Arion. He threw himself into work and
women, but he can't help knowing the one-night stands will never compare to the
angel who haunts his dreams. At first, when she shows up soaking wet and
scared-shitless on his doorstep, he thinks his prayers have been
answered.
But the more Arion tries to
keep Angel close, the more her fear drives her away. If they are ever going to
have a chance for a future, they'll first have to deal with the past that
hasn't forgotten her any more than she's forgotten it--and Arion will have to
learn how to let her go.
CONTENT WARNING: Due to adult
sexual situations and language, this novel may not be appropriate for readers
under 18.
Excerpt
Arion reaches for my hand but catches
only air. I freeze. And then Ishiver. Without the warmth of the blankets, I
remember I'm not
wearing anything but his shirt, and given
the look he's giving me now, I'm not the only one who's noticed. That
expression I can
read just fine.
"You aren't going anywhere,
Angel."
I suck in a sharp breath, hearing his
words in someone else's voice.
But I did. I'm here. I
left.
My eyes dart around the room like a moth
fluttering against a light. My pile of clothes, which should have
been by the door, is missing.
"Did you take my clothes?" The
tightening in my chest makes my words breathless. I try to tell myself
not to panic, but that's
like telling a dog not to wag its tail.
Acknowledging it only makes it worse. I gulp for more air as my head
starts to spin.
"Would only seem fair. After all,
you took mine." His tone is tense, but beneath it I can hear his
familiar teasing. I try to tell myself I don't have to be afraid. This
is Arion. The one person I trust. I know him.
But I don't, and to tell myself otherwise
is a lie.
If he wants his freaking shirt he can
have it. I've got to get out of here. My fingers begin undoing the
buttons without me really
thinking about it, and then I'm shrugging
my shoulders free.
His eyes go from warm pools of interest to
sexy oceans of desire in the time it takes me to remember I don't even
have a bra on.
I manage to catch the shirt just before
it falls away from my hips, and I quickly wrap it around me, covering
myself. I tilt my chin
toward him defiantly, daring him to say
or do anything even as I want to beg him to let me go. At the same
time I want to beg him to pull me close. My emotion is a giant
see-saw, and I'm tottering on the edge with him in the middle. If he
takes one step toward me, it will tip the balance.
About Kelly
Walker
Kelly Walker is a YA and NA author of
several romantic titles, including the Souls of the Stones series. She has an
unhealthy appreciation for chocolate, and a soft spot for rescued animals. Her
best lessons on writing came from a lifetime of reading. She loves the
fantastical, and the magical, and believes a captivating romance can be the most
realistic magic of all. Kelly, her husband and her two children share their
Virginia home with three dogs who walk her, and two cats who permit her to
occasionally share their couch.
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