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“Time to fire up the Merc again, it seems.”

We stared at each other, and I couldn’t see me, but I still knew my eyes were sparkling too.

Then we did a high five, bumped hips, Luna shoved the phone in the pocket of her killer, high-waisted, paper bag trousers.

And we went to get cocktails.

The End

The Avenging Angels will return in…

Avenging Angels: Back in the Saddle

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Avenging Angels:Back in the Saddle

Avenging Angels Book Two

Jessie Wylde is on a secret mission. She’s trying to find her brother. She hasn’t told her friends; this is about family.

She doesn’t think it’s dangerous.

Eric Turner disagrees.

Eric is a member of the Nightingale Investigations and Security team. Therefore, Eric knows what he’s talking about.

Eric isn’t only badass, he’s also a seriously gorgeous guy, and Jessie has a huge crush on him. She doesn’t think he knows she exists…until now.

Eric steps in, and so do Jessie’s besties, the Avenging Angels. Soon, the Angels and the Hottie Squad are on the case to find Jessie’s missing sibling.

There’s more happening when it comes to Eric, though. Jessie’s so worried about her brother, she’s not paying attention. Eric sets about changing that, and just like all the Hot Bunch before him, when he finds his one, he doesn’t mess around.

However, something is afoot in Phoenix. And as the Angels uncover the sinister workings behind people going missing, and Eric and Jessie unpack their emotional baggage, the Angels dive deeper into the dark underbelly of the city…

Finding heroes, more hot guys, lots of hijinks…and heart.

Click here to read Chapter One.

AVENGING ANGELS: BACKINTHESADDLE

AVENGING ANGELS BOOK TWO

Chapter One

Catch Me if You Can

It was dark as pitch in the area around the makeshift encampment that sat in the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse, in what had become a kind of no man’s land just south of the heart of the city.

This darkness might have to do with the fact it was nearing one in the morning.

It wasn’t a great time to do my search, but in the last six months, I’d been hitting up the encampment at random times, day and evening. I always came up empty handed. But due to safety issues, I’d never gone so late (or early, depending on how you looked at it).

This time, I was giving it a shot precisely because it was so late (also because I was getting desperate).

He had to sleep somewhere, and I was hoping it was here. At the same time, I died a little death thinking it might be.

It was the night before Thanksgiving.

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