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BLOOD ANGEL
Angela Harris is born into poverty to a mother who doesn’t
love her. Her life changes at the age of nine when she says
a few words to a mysterious stranger on her neighbor’s
balcony just before she discovers that the man killed
himself. After that night, she never quite feels alone. She
struggles to make a life for herself but it all comes apart
when her guardian angel reveals himself.
Angela Harris is born into poverty to a mother who doesn’t
love her. Her life changes at the age of nine when she says
a few words to a mysterious stranger on her neighbor’s
balcony just before she discovers that the man killed
himself. After that night, she never quite feels alone. She
struggles to make a life for herself but it all comes apart
when her guardian angel reveals himself.
| BLOOD ANGEL is available at: AmiraPress.com Fictionwise.com AllRomanceEbooks.com E-Book ISBN: 978-1-934475-70-6 |
EXCERPT:
Someone walked by, a dark shadow, tall and manly. I knew he couldn’t see us in the shadows. Sniffing the
air, I found his scent familiar. I stood and left the woman there, planning to return and dispose of her
before too long. I wanted to taste this man first.
He walked with purpose. I kept pace just behind. He wore a business suit, had a laptop bag even. He
looked out of place in the dregs of downtown. I licked my lips and moved closer.
At a payphone, he stopped and fumbled in his pocket for change.
I breathed deep, confusion washing over me.
“Yeah, hey, Rich. Look, my car died. Can you come get me?”
Five steps away from the man, I stopped in my tracks.
His back was to me when he laughed.
I gasped.
As he gave directions to the person on the phone, I shook my head in disbelief. He put the receiver in place
and faced me. Shock widened his eyes. His mouth hung lax while he took in the sight of me.
“Angela? Angela Harris?” A pleasant smile lit up his face. He came toward me, his arms outstretched. I
wanted to back away, maybe step aside. This couldn’t be real. He crushed me in an embrace.
I stared up into those big blue eyes and awoke from my dark dreams. Tommy Davis was before me. And I
was a wretched creature. A minute more and he would have been dead. I had followed him with the intent
of killing him.
“Yes,” I muttered trying to keep my teeth hidden. “Yes, and you’re Tommy.”
“What happened to you? You never came back to class.”
“My mom died.”
“Oh God, I’m sorry to hear that. You look . . . you look different . . . but good.”
“Yeah, you look just the same.” It was too much for me, the closeness of him. This big lug of a football
player holding me, he was even cuter now that he’d aged a bit. And what was he thinking of me? What did I
look like? My clothes were stolen from a dancer I had found on Park and Third. She was nearly gone,
crack or heroin, I couldn’t be sure. Did I look like a streetwalker or maybe someone going out to a bar? I
looked cheap.
“I have to go,” I said in a rush. “Big date and all.”
“Oh,” he said, a frown turning his lips down. His arms fell away and I wanted them back. I hadn’t even
returned his hug. “Well, it’s good to see you again. Listen, I could give you my number. Maybe we could go
out sometime.”
“Yeah, yeah that would be great.”
“Angela Harris,” he said, wistful. “I’ve been looking for you since high school. You just . . . vanished.”
Someone walked by, a dark shadow, tall and manly. I knew he couldn’t see us in the shadows. Sniffing the
air, I found his scent familiar. I stood and left the woman there, planning to return and dispose of her
before too long. I wanted to taste this man first.
He walked with purpose. I kept pace just behind. He wore a business suit, had a laptop bag even. He
looked out of place in the dregs of downtown. I licked my lips and moved closer.
At a payphone, he stopped and fumbled in his pocket for change.
I breathed deep, confusion washing over me.
“Yeah, hey, Rich. Look, my car died. Can you come get me?”
Five steps away from the man, I stopped in my tracks.
His back was to me when he laughed.
I gasped.
As he gave directions to the person on the phone, I shook my head in disbelief. He put the receiver in place
and faced me. Shock widened his eyes. His mouth hung lax while he took in the sight of me.
“Angela? Angela Harris?” A pleasant smile lit up his face. He came toward me, his arms outstretched. I
wanted to back away, maybe step aside. This couldn’t be real. He crushed me in an embrace.
I stared up into those big blue eyes and awoke from my dark dreams. Tommy Davis was before me. And I
was a wretched creature. A minute more and he would have been dead. I had followed him with the intent
of killing him.
“Yes,” I muttered trying to keep my teeth hidden. “Yes, and you’re Tommy.”
“What happened to you? You never came back to class.”
“My mom died.”
“Oh God, I’m sorry to hear that. You look . . . you look different . . . but good.”
“Yeah, you look just the same.” It was too much for me, the closeness of him. This big lug of a football
player holding me, he was even cuter now that he’d aged a bit. And what was he thinking of me? What did I
look like? My clothes were stolen from a dancer I had found on Park and Third. She was nearly gone,
crack or heroin, I couldn’t be sure. Did I look like a streetwalker or maybe someone going out to a bar? I
looked cheap.
“I have to go,” I said in a rush. “Big date and all.”
“Oh,” he said, a frown turning his lips down. His arms fell away and I wanted them back. I hadn’t even
returned his hug. “Well, it’s good to see you again. Listen, I could give you my number. Maybe we could go
out sometime.”
“Yeah, yeah that would be great.”
“Angela Harris,” he said, wistful. “I’ve been looking for you since high school. You just . . . vanished.”
| "...Anastasia Rabiyah creates a dark, convoluted tale in Blood Angel..." -Nicole Manic Readers |
| "...The plot was well-created, and I liked the way Angela, Tommy and Rory were thrown into this equation. Anastasia Rabiyah draws believable characters and weaves a unique tale that kept this reader entertained..." -Cherokee Coffee Time Romance |
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