“You will get what I give you, queen.”
Michael heard her chuckle. He hated how she could turn him on so fast. Perhaps he needed a mouthy female. As he thrust his cock into her pussy, he blocked out all thought, giving in to the delicious pleasure pulsing throughout his body.
A few hours later, he untied the rope he’d used to bind her and lowered her onto the sheets.
“You’re a great lover, Michael,” she complimented, stretching out like a feline in the sunshine.
“You satisfy me well, Regina.”
She rolled toward him with heavy eyelids. “But now you want me to go.”
He took in a slow breath and let it out. “Yes.”
She nodded and let out a sigh. “You are a tough nut to crack, Michael, but I will.”
She reached over and planted a long kiss on his lips. He didn’t bother to respond; he’d told her enough times. She’d figured it out eventually, and he’d deal with the aftermath when the time came. For now, he would enjoy their vigorous sex.
As the door clicked, Michael waved his hand and locked his chambers so not even his brothers could wander in. They could telepath him if it was urgent, but he needed some space to think.
About her.
He closed his eyes and let the visions he used a lot of energy to keep at bay come to him. Immediately, she appeared. She was definitely human. Small, soft, and vulnerable, with blonde waves falling around her face. So beautiful, with the face of an angel.
He did what the Oracle advised and drilled into the details. She lay on the ground, her hair matted with blood. She was dying. And screaming his name.
“Michael!”
He bolted up off the bed, sweat pouring off him.
Shit!
He punched the wall behind him. He couldn’t do anything. All he could do was wait.
Wait for her to be born.
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THE ARCHANGELS HEART
CHAPTER ONE
Earth, 2020
Sara fell to her knees.
“I’ve had enough,” she cried, her throat dry from the adult tantrum she’d just thrown. A tear fell down her cheek and she wiped it away with her fist.
She’d cursed Buddha, God, Jesus, the archangels, and then added the universe in for good measure. She wasn’t religious, so she didn’t really know what she was doing—she simply wanted to yell. She didn’t expect any response because, again, she didn’t believe in any of these entities.
But who else did you yell at in these circumstances?
At thirty-five, Sara Jacobson had endured a hard life by anyone’s standards. Her life had been one of constant bad luck. If she fell in love, her boyfriends either cheated or left her without explanation. If she got promoted, she’d lose the job. She’d quickly find another one and land a manager who bullied her. She’d find a great rental property, and then the owner would give her notice. One year she’d had to move three times. On and on and on it went.
Sara had spent years blaming herself and trying to understand what she was doing wrong. She’d lost count of how much money she’d spent on therapists, healers, astrologers, and every guru you could imagine. In the end, they had all been as bamboozled as her.
Nothing made sense.
More recently, a psychic had told her things would turn around and for her to speak to her angels.
Christ. It had come to this.
Sara had driven home that day and rolled her eyes, mostly at herself. It was time to stop searching for answers and grow up. Clearly, she was destined to live a hard life, likely something to do with her childhood. She’d had no intentions of talking to her angels—as if that would help—and had instead gotten on with her life.
Until a month ago.
The World Health Organization had declared a global pandemic. Everyone’s lives had spun into chaos.
2020. No one’s favorite year.
The New Zealand government had gone into the strictest shutdown on the planet. Sara lived in Auckland, the country’s largest city, with Tilly, her Maine coon kitty. Together, they were what was being called a bubble. Once you decided on your bubble, no one else was allowed in. And no one knew when things would change.
No one.
Supermarkets, pharmacies and gas stations were open, but everything else was forbidden to trade. It felt like they were in a damn zombie apocalypse movie. Sara could exercise in her neighborhood, but not in parks or on the beach.
The silence was eerie; peaceful, yet it felt unnatural and wrong. There were no planes flying, barely any traffic, and the economy was all but shut down.
People were scared.
Sara was scared.
And she was on her own.
Worse, the company she had worked for had made her redundant—illegally—and no one was hiring. She had some savings, but no one knew how long this would go on for or how the economy would fare at the end of it.
Oh God.
“For crying out loud. This is not fair!”
Sara had always believed people created their own lives with their beliefs, thoughts, and actions. She blamed no one else for her chaotic life. But all this time to sit and think...and think...and think had given her no other option but to reflect on what was really going on in her life.
And so far, zip.
Nada.
Nothing.
“No one else I know deals with the same amount of drama I have in my life. Over and damn over. Come on!”
She’d concluded she was either cursed, or fate had dealt her a terrible hand. And if they could do that, then they could un-freaking-do it.
“Seriously, you angels need to help me or I will mess you up, you fuzzy-winged fuckers.” She let out a snotty laugh. “Oh God, listen to me. I’m a lunatic.” She shook her head at herself. Again. And because she couldn’t help it, she added, “And don’t send me some moron. I want Archangel Michael.”
To be honest, she’d pulled that name out of thin air because she didn’t know any of the other archangels’ names.
Oh wait—wasn’t there a Gabriel and Raphael?
She shrugged.
If memory served right, Michael was the big cheese, so he’d do, not that she was expecting him to email her an invitation to a video call or anything.
She snorted.
“Alright, girl, get your life together.”
She wiped her tears away and groaned at how pathetic she was, especially given how she was such a strong, independent woman. Sure, everyone had their moments of breaking down, and this virus was testing them all, but she usually prided herself of keeping it together.
With a sigh, she glanced at her bed and began to get ready to sleep. She washed her face and slipped on her favorite white silk negligee.
“Fucking virus,” she mumbled as she climbed into bed. The cat jumped up and curled at her feet. Completely exhausted, she slid down the covers, punched her pillow, and turned off the light.
“Goodnight, Tilly. We’ll be okay.”
I hope.
ARCHANGEL MICHAEL WAS making his way through the Great Hall when he suddenly heard a loud female voice bouncing off the walls.
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked around.
Farther ahead of him, Raphael was unclasping his cape, having just returned from Earth. He had also stopped to look around.
“What the hell?” Raphael said.
“It appears to be coming from...”
“Archangel Michael!” the female voice cried, and he raised an eyebrow.
“What on Earth?” Raphael asked.
“Exactly.” Michael crossed his enormous arms as his brother walked the length of the hall, his expression mirroring his own.
The voice was definitely a human female, there was no doubt about that. Huma
ns prayed for his help all day, every day.
Not all of them were polite, either.
However, never in all his existence had a prayer echoed like a stereo inside the Great Hall in Heaven. The archangels received prayers inside their minds, and for the most part, the seven of them answered them with the ease of breathing.
“You can hear her?”
Raphael smirked. “I can. She sounds fiery. Let’s take a look.”
Frowning, Michael flicked his hand in front of him, and the air shifted. A blur of blue energy twirled in circles until it cleared. Raphael snorted as a life-size vision of a young woman sitting on the floor of her bedroom ranting and yelling appeared.
“You archangels, gods, or whatever you are, get your asses down here and help me, you fuzzy-winged fuckers.”
Michael failed to stop his grin.
Raphael snorted again.
“How is she doing this?”
“Is she just a human?” Raphael squinted and leaned in.
“She appears to be,” Michael answered, wondering if only the two of them could hear her. Despite the breach, he was impressed by her sass and was hoping she would look up from the floor so they could properly see her.
He smiled.
This human was going to get a huge surprise when she learned she had been heard. Not that he would go himself; he’d send Raphael. Michael rarely went to Earth. It was more his brothers’ jam.
“Well, calling on the gods will do her no good,” Raphael said with a little laugh, and they shared a knowing grin.
“She is afraid, though, Raph,” he told his favorite brother. Michael could sense her anguish. “Something is not right here.”
Michael watched as the upset female lifted her head so he was finally able to get a good, clear look at her. She wiped her tears, and as her hand fell away, his mouth fell open.
“Fuck me,” he whispered under his breath, taking a sudden step back.
“What?”
“What?” He ran a hand over his face and turned to Raphael as if the guy had only just appeared. “What? Oh. Nothing.”
Raphael’s eyes narrowed at him, which he ignored.
His eyes went straight back to the woman who was now getting ready to sleep. With a dry mouth, he clenched his fist as a tear escaped and ran down her cheek.
This was his female. No. Not his. THE female.
From his dreams.
At last.
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