Angel Rising

By Deena Remiel

Hannah Livingston has the most infamous stalker that ever existed- Satan. She spent her sixth birthday with the Brethren, fighting an apocalyptic war that sent the Dark Prince back to Hell, and the rest of her life wondering if he’d be back for her soul someday. She needn’t wonder any longer.

Gabriel Seeker, Brethren Protector, spends his days and nights rescuing kids from sex traffickers and protecting their lives from further damage. He knows all too well the nightmarish world they’ve been stolen into, and it’s gotten harder to keep secret his own past horrors.

Hannah and Gabriel have always gotten along, first as friends, then as co-workers. She manages his life and he protects hers. A perfect, symbiotic relationship, so it would seem, until suppressed feelings for each other surface and forever change the landscape of their lives. Stricken with PTSD, the determined angel seeks to protect the woman he loves from Satan’s greedy and insidious clutches.

Deceit and seduction, desire and repression, collide in this epic, immortal story of love, duty, and sacrifice.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deena Remiel
• Release date: Mar 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310798221

Deena Remiel

It was the mystique of Arizona’s history and landscape that called to Deena and catapulted her career as a USA Today Bestselling Author. When she’s not writing urban fantasy or paranormal romance in the wee, small hours of the morning or in the deep, dark of night, Deena teaches language arts to gifted middle school students. She currently lives in Mesa, but New Jersey will always tug at her heartstrings.

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ANGEL RISING

Deena Remiel

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ANGEL RISING

© Copyright 2015 by Deena Remiel

Cover art by Scott Carpenter

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Published by Firewalker Press

Dedication

To the victims and survivors of sex trafficking,

and to their rescuing angels.

Acknowledgements

Where do I begin to thank all who have helped bring Angel Rising Book One to life? I guess I should begin with the Brethren, themselves. Had it not been for the amazing debut novel, Trinity, I’d never have had this epic follow-up story. This book has been years in the making. Over three, to be exact. I always knew Hannah would grow up, and I always knew when she did, it would be a story to rock the series. She has not let me down.

I must share immense gratitude with my Beta readers: Melissa Dulany, Terri Matlock, Kristina Taylor, Melissa Toppen, Joshua Welborn, and Melba Zuniga. Without their support and loyalty to the series, without their honest opinions and suggestions, this project would not be the epic that it is. It’s been a joy having this great team of readers working with me, and I can’t wait to do it again with Angel Rising Book Two. AnnMarie Stone, you are a formatting goddess, and I love you! Nicole Hicks, my stalwart editor goddess! I couldn’t do this without you. You’ve been there since the beginning, and I love how you love my angels. I’m eternally grateful for your editing prowess.

My fans and friends of the Brethren Series, I thank you, as well. You’ve been wonderful advocates of the angels, and they feel your love. To all the bloggers and reviewers out there who’ve revealed covers, shared links, offered reviews… I thank you.

My dear friend Amber Scott, I thank you. You’ve enriched my life in so many ways, I can’t begin to explain how different my life would be without you in it. Kris Tualla is another friend I must thank for five years of writing retreats, and each one getting better and longer than the ones that came before! It’s because of your friendship I am a stronger person, a stronger writer, and a better friend.

My family…you are the air that I breathe, the blood that courses through my body, and the heart that makes my soul sing.

Prologue

It isn’t a pretty world for invisible children to live in. Not a chasing-butterflies-and-puppy-dog-tails kind of dream world either. Rather, these children subsist in nightmarish roach-infested, flea-bag motels, government funded apartments, and innocuous suburban homes across the country, chained to bedposts, locked in closets, hidden away from the civilized world, to be at the beck and call of loathsome, degenerate adults. No matter the building type, they know of these children’s plight all too well. If walls could talk, they’d speak of horrific, exploitive crimes against these innocents on a daily basis, and the champion who would see all of their captors struck down and sent back to Hell, a Brethren Protector named Gabriel Seeker.

This is his story, and of a woman’s, dear to his heart, who wrestled with a childhood, singularly unusual and at times dangerous, but never once had to wonder who’d protect her from the evils of the world. Born thirty-six years ago, she was the child prophesied to become the Great Warrior Child, and then the first female Brethren Warrior when she matured to a certain age. Hannah Livingston is her name, and that milestone birthday is a mere six weeks away. So is her immortality.

A long time has passed since the apocalyptic war between Satan and The Brethren for the sake of her soul and the fate of the world. Many years since Hannah’s thought about her role in the Brethren organization and how living for an eternity will feel.

A new showdown is brewing between good and evil. It will be a time for immortals and mortals to come together as one united army and watch a new angel rising.

Chapter One

You have two follow up emails to send before you do anything today, and three appointments running consecutively after lunch, so make sure you’re back here by one o’clock. Hannah’s stiletto heels click-clacked against the tile floor in rapid-fire succession on her way to Gabriel’s office. Oh, and Marty’s called in sick, again. You know that’s the fifth time in two weeks. Laney will be in late for the rest of the week. She has to take the kids to her mother’s since their day care facility is getting fumigated for termites. Barbara and Stanley are already out on surveillance for the Robinson case, so it looks like it’s just you and me holding down the fort. Any questions?

Yes. When do you stop to breathe?

Hannah spun around and rolled her eyes as she waited for her boss to catch up. Seriously, Gabriel, you walk way too slow. If I can walk fast in these torture devices with five inch heels, you can at least have the decency to keep up in your comfy Italian designer shoes. Now, come on. Time is freedom. She grabbed the crook of his arm and urged him onward to his office. And as for breathing? It’s overrated.

Is it now? I find it comes in quite handy on many an occasion. You need to slow down! What do you always tell me? Take a breath. Smell the flowers. I have an account with the florist now, as you know. We have pretty-smelling flowers everywhere in the building. Try taking a sniff or two yourself.

She dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. "I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, Mister Sunshine. You’re confusing me. A confused Hannah is not good for my health. Where’s the Doom and Gloom Gabriel, the ultra-serious Brethren, I’ve learned to appreciate and expect over the years? Did you wake up on the right side of the bed this morning?"

He shrugged, but said nothing.

I’ll tell you exactly what’s going to happen if I follow that lovely directive of yours and take a breath. You’re gonna go crazy, as if you weren’t already, which in turn will drive me crazy. You like this pace. It gets quick results. That’s what you want, isn’t it? The quicker you get into a case and solve it, the quicker you can start a new one. Am I right or am I right? Be honest now.

She nudged his arm and swore she could hear him chuckle under his breath. Score!

Okay! You’re right. I’m an impatient bastard when it comes to these cases.

"So, in this instance, my exuberance, fast pace, and high tolerance for no air in my body gets you desired results."

Gabriel shook his head and opened his office door, ushering her inside first. I give up. You’re right. I don’t know what I’d do without you as my assistant. I don’t think we’d have gotten as many cases closed over the years without your taskmaster spirit.

You’re welcome. Now, about these tasks to be done for this morning’s mission—the Evans case….

Yes, well, there is no mission without Marty. He shut the door behind him. He’s lead on that one, so any morning field work is scrubbed. We have a couple of other open cases that need some research before we can move forward with them.

I could do it with you.

Well, the research is pretty cut and dry….

No, I mean Marty’s case. I can do the mission today. I know the case and what his plans are since I handle all the mission files.

It’s too dangerous for you out there. No. Gabriel sat down in front of his network of computers and wouldn’t look at her.

Are you kidding me right now? We have a case that can’t wait for Marty to get well. We’re talking, what? Ten kids? More? He’s already behind schedule. Every day you wait for him to get better is another day that those kids are exploited. I don’t think you want that resting on your shoulders.

He grumbled and muttered something unintelligible under his breath. Fuming, she slammed a hand on his desk and leaned in. A raised eyebrow gave her pause. Had she gone too far? She backed down into a chair and lowered her voice.

Don’t insulate me. I’m not a museum piece to be stowed away in one of your art galleries. I think I’ve earned my stripes here a long time ago. Her hands had found the long bow of her flouncy, silk blouse and worried the ends into disarray. She glanced down, smoothed them out, and flattened her hands on her jeans. You know I have.

"Damn it! I know all too well, Hannah. It’s something I’ve never forgotten. Protecting is what I do. I can’t just turn it off because of who you are, or what you’re going to be. I’m a Protector, and you will be protected by me. But you’re right. We can’t wait any longer. These kids are counting on us even though they have no idea we exist or that we’re about to set them free."

So, it’s a go? You and me today. We’re gonna pick up where Marty left off?

Another grumble. Let me see the file, would you?

Sure, it’s in Marty’s folder on your desktop.

She swallowed the excitement threatening to bubble over. Would he agree to it? He frowned. He grimaced. He nodded.

"It’s a go for today. It seems pretty straight forward what his next steps were. We’ll see how you do. But you must do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. Understand?"

Yes.

There will be no improvising on your part. These people are skittish to begin with. One mistake and the mission is over. Now, we’re not extracting anyone today. We’re simply feeling this couple out, and if all goes well, setting up the purchase and transfer of two kids.

Absolutely. I’ll only do and say what you tell me. Scout’s honor.

Then I suggest you get out of those jeans and into something a bit more high-end. Intel so far shows this particular pair sells kids to people with lots of money and lots of fetishes.

I don’t own any kind of clothing that you’re alluding to. I’m in jeans or a hippy skirt, a T-shirt, and flip flops when I’m not at work, and when I’m here, well, you see what I’m wearing. That’s as fancy as I get.

Then it looks like we’re going shopping first.

****

He held an open account at Nordstrom, and those who needed to, knew him quite well. So when Gabriel arrived with Hannah at the women’s department, he was warmly greeted by a sales person and catered to as if royalty.

My assistant needs a flattering dress for daytime that exudes wealth. Something in red, I believe, with shoes, jewelry, and a purse to match.

Yes, Mr. Seeker. We’ll find the perfect ensemble for her. Won’t we, Jane? She turned to her colleague and smiled.

Absolutely, Margie. Come with us Ms…?

Hannah. You can call me Hannah.

All right, well, Mr. Seeker, why don’t you have a seat right here, and we’ll bring her out to you when she’s done.

Thank you.

The two women escorted his personal assistant and good friend through the myriad of clothing racks while he sat on a chair, fidgeting and sorting through emails on his phone. He already had misgivings about bringing her along. These stings were unpredictable, and given her own impulsive nature, he didn’t see himself having the control he wanted for a successful buy-in. These times called for subtlety and elitism, both character traits diametrically opposed to her own free spirit. He sighed. What could he do? Nothing. He already agreed with her argument. He would just have to keep a close rein on her and make sure he did all the talking. She’d be eye candy, and that’s it. Did she even know how to be the bombshell on the arm of a man?

How’s this?

Gabriel looked up from his phone, and it slipped from his hands. She came walking toward him in red, patent leather stilettos, with metallic heels, and a red dress that hugged every curve, accentuated every womanly asset; ones he’d had no clue ever existed, and now, could never forget. A large sapphire teardrop pendant hung from a long, gold chain and dropped daringly close to the cleft between her breasts. Who was this woman before him? Hell if he knew!

No good? She frowned. You look as if you’ve eaten a scorpion.

No, no, no. I mean, yes! He cleared his throat of the frog that had jumped inside it. It’ll do. What the hell was wrong with him? Stammering like an idiot!

He leaned over to pick up his phone, but she’d gotten to it first. The encounter left them face to face for a brief moment, just long enough and close enough for him to get a glancing whiff of her intoxicating perfume. He coughed, smiled, and retrieved his phone from her dainty hands. He adjusted the collar on his shirt, loosening the tie a bit.

I think we have a winner, Margie, Jane preened. The pair giggled.

Gabriel stood and cleared his throat again. Thank you very much ladies. You can add these to my tab.

Shall I include Irresistible, the latest fruity fragrance from Chanel? It’s very—

Oh, no. That’s not necessary, Hannah interrupted. I just needed the outfit. Gabriel watched a slow blush creep up her throat, and without so much as a sideways look away from her or hesitation, he responded.

By all means, Jane, yes. Include it. And see to her make-up and hair. Make it all blend. He spared a peek at his watch. We have ten minutes, no more. Get it done, and there’s a bottle of that perfume in it for each of you.

You can count on us!

As Jane and Margie whisked their project away to Cosmetics, she glanced behind her and threw him a look that tangled confusion with excitement. He presented her an easy smile, and when she turned the corner with her hosts, he wiped the sweat from his brow.

What was he thinking?

He should have kept her locked away at his office and gone on his own. She’d grown into quite an astounding woman, right before his eyes, without him even knowing it. Today was one more in a string of surprises when it came to her.

His life was all about protecting others, making sure others’ needs were met and lives were set on a good path. He’d met her when she was a mere child, needing the Brethren’s protection, and watched in amazement as she changed into a fierce warrior child to fight alongside them against Satan. Before he knew it, time had blinked by, and Hannah had graduated college. She’d asked to be hired into his company, and being the kind of man he was, he couldn’t say no.

Never, in the years since he’d manifested permanently, had he known a person who could manage him like she. He could’ve handled the morning without her. Who was he kidding? He operated so well because she managed him. If it weren’t for her, his bustling office would be a shambles. He’d had no idea, at the time, how much of his life he’d let go for the sake of others. Her innate abilities to orchestrate the inner workings of Seeker Investigations freed up precious time, which in turn, allowed him to refocus his energies on bringing order back to his personal life. He’d be forever grateful.

Now, this invisible woman, so beautifully clothed and presented to him as if a special gift, had inadvertently shaken up his inner sense of order something fierce. With her looking so…different, so not little Hannah, it disconcerted him. Why would something as simple as a makeover trounce on his heart so? Get a grip, man! She hasn’t been little Hannah for thirty years!

Despite Michael, Raphael, and Nathanael’s relationships with their women, Brethren were not typically predisposed to the human emotions of love and lust. It compromised the human’s safety being so intimately connected in that way. How he felt about her now had to be a manipulation of some kind from good ol’ E.L., his boss. He had no time for this nonsense! He needed to focus on what needed to be done.

Okay, this is as good as it’s gonna get, Gabriel. Sorry.

He’d been leaning against a sweater counter and swung around to find a vision before him. Damn, if she isn’t the finest female specimen I’ve ever laid eyes upon. I think they might actually hurt.

He sucked in a breath, as he burned to memory her sumptuous chocolate curls, dangling from an upswept hairdo that lightly kissed her shoulders, and her candy apple, sweetheart lips that begged to be devoured. I’m in deep trouble now, he muttered.

I heard that! She whacked him playfully on the arm and tsked. You’re hopeless. We can’t all be Giselle Bundchen, you know. Grabbing his hand, she yanked him toward the exit door and lowered her voice so only he could hear. Come on. We have people to be and kids to save.

She’d mistaken his coming undone over her transformation for criticism. That’ll work.

Yes, we best be going. He waved a hand in the air. Jane, thank you very much.

It was our pleasure, Mr. Seeker. Come back soon.

As they walked out the west exit, he handed his valet ticket to an attendant.

So, can I make up our names and our backgrounds? she whispered. I’ve been thinking about it the whole time those girls were fixing me up.

We’ll talk in the car.

He inspected his Aston Martin as it came to park in front of him. No dings, no scratches. As the attendant got out of the driver’s side and opened the passenger door, Gabriel flashed a twenty dollar bill and handed it to him. Thank you.

Thank you, sir. Have a good day. The attendant grinned and ran off to retrieve another car.

Gabriel helped her into her seat, closed the door, and maneuvered around to his side. When he sat down and closed the door, he turned to look at her sternly.

I have our names and story all figured out. I’ll do all the talking when we get there. You are simply eye candy on my arm. Okay?

Her excitement melted down her face. But…fine. You’ve just put me in the perfect mood to be silent. She turned to face front and brooded.

Good. He didn’t want to talk to her right now anyway. He wanted to forget the beauty sitting beside him was Hannah, and he needed to get his head on straight for the meeting. The silence was deafening, so he turned on his pre-set playlist and lost himself in the music. Classical for now so he could concentrate on the people he was about to draw into his trap—Tony and Margot Richter.

The two were suspected of selling kids, ranging in age from thirteen to nineteen, to wealthy couples with peculiar sexual persuasions. They used their high-end, exclusive interior design business as a front. They vetted their clients through face-to-face meetings. They would be posing as one such couple with desire and money burning their pockets. Today would be their meeting, and hopefully, a sale. They’d speak in terms of furniture for purchase. Peculiar needs was the secret phrase that would separate them from other, legitimate clientele.

As they pulled into the parking lot of T&M Interiors, adrenaline coursed through Gabriel’s body, preparing him for nothing less than a successful mission. We’re here. Are you ready?

I guess so. Since I’m not supposed to speak, there’s not much to prepare.

He stopped the car, unlocked the doors, and walked around to open hers. He ignored the complaint, but extended a hand to help her out. Appearances were everything. As they walked into the unassuming storefront, he smelled money. Everywhere he glanced, there were object d’art mixed in with crystal and marble statues, gold chandeliers, and seating with luxurious fabric coverings. It wasn’t really a store to purchase goods, but a place to sit, talk, and acquire the owners’ services.

An older gentleman, Gabriel estimated to be around fifty years old, walked out from behind an ornate wooden desk and approached them. The sheen from his dark blue silk suit went perfectly with his silver and gray hair, and spoke volumes to the Brethren Protector. This man had money. And he made it from selling kids. Good morning. How can I help you?

Good morning. Gabriel extended a hand to shake, and it was warmly received by a Rolex laden one. Amend. Lots of money. As he gripped the man’s rather dainty hand, he took a few moments to verify the villainy of his mark. Sure enough, evil coated every inch of him, and depraved sexual thoughts about Hannah hammered his ears. Had Gabriel not needed to bide his time for the success of the mission, he’d have struck the asshole down where he stood. He widened his smile instead, to offset his roiling anger and disgust, and released his hand. "Gabriel Claiborne. My wife, Celeste, and I just moved to the area and are shopping for a very special room in our home. I guess you could say, it’s our little secret hideaway inside our love nest. He winked at her and grabbed her around her waist. We have all the basic furnishings except for a few crucial items. I heard from a close friend of ours that you stock items perfect for our…peculiar needs."

The man raised a brow and smirked. Well, I’m always glad to get a referral, and always available to help furnish rooms to perfection. My name is Tony Richter. Why don’t you both join me in my office and we can talk more privately about your design needs?

Thank you. Celeste?

He nudged her to walk ahead, giving him a chance to peer around the place. So far, he sensed nothing unusual. Nothing to set off any alarms. No hidden children. But there was still plenty of time. He joined the other two, not at the desk up front, but at a sofa and love seat set up way in the back, in a more private and secluded area of the store.

Please, have a seat while I get you some wine? Champagne?

Water will do just fine. We make a rule never to drink before noon. Gabriel flashed a salacious grin. But when that clock strikes twelve, all bets are off. Right, Celeste?

She offered him a demure smile and nodded, but said nothing.

Well then, water it is. Do think about the type of…furnishing…you prefer to have in your secret space while I go get you our finest bottled spring water.

Gabriel watched as he walked into another room, and then turned to Hannah. You’re doing great. Keep it up.

Did you sense anything?

Yes, unfortunately, but nothing concrete about the kids. When he comes back, we’ll know for sure.

Tony returned quickly with two bottles and a woman. Look who I found on my way back to you? My wife! I’m the T and she’s the M in T&M Interiors. This is Margot. She helps with the special orders.

Margot stood a good six inches taller than Tony, and wore a royal blue pant suit that made her jet black hair pop. She offered a tentative smile that settled into pursed lips. Hello, Tony tells me you’re in the market for some furnishings for your special hideaway. First, let me say how pleased it makes me to help people who make sex a priority in their lives. Tony and I have been together for twenty-five years, and if we didn’t make our sex life a priority, we’d be divorced by now.

Tony laughed. She didn’t. He stopped. So she rules the roost. Interesting.

Yes, we make it our number one priority, which is why we love our new home. It came with the perfect setup for our…lifestyle choice. Now all we need are the right accoutrements, so to speak.

Margot and I have a policy never to ask who referred you to us, but I am glad we can be of service. I asked you a question earlier. Have you considered?

Yes, we have.

Wonderful! Give us specifics on what you desire.

We’d like…chairs. We enjoy a fresh look, nothing vintage. Light, virgin wood, if possible. Minimal fabric.

Chairs made of virgin wood are rare and near impossible to come by these days. But, I can get my hands on chairs made of birch. It’s a light wood. Virgin, no, but still a younger wood. Fabric only on the seat.

Margot’s a magician with matching and acquiring a piece with its owner.

How many chairs are you looking for? Margot pressed on, altogether ignoring Tony’s compliment.

I think two. Yes? Celeste, it’s two we need, right?

Hannah nodded, but said nothing. It only took a fraction of second, but Gabriel saw the corner of Margot’s lip twitch. How soon do you need these chairs?

As soon as possible. We’re eager to inaugurate the room.

Let me make a few calls. Tony, get me my phone. He jumped up and scurried out of sight, returning a moment later with phone in hand. I might be able to have them delivered by tomorrow. Is that amenable to you?

That is extraordinary and very much amenable. Now about price....

Do you plan to rent or purchase? We have both financial options available.

We’d like to rent to own. If these chairs are a perfect fit, we’ll pay the purchase price.

Tony, get me a notepad and p—

Right here, he gushed. I figured you’d need these.

Good husband. She cracked a smile and patted his thigh when he sat down beside her.

She wrote on the notepad, ripped the paper out, and folded it. Here. The price is per chair, per week and not negotiable. Cash on delivery. If they suit you at the end of the week, it will be an additional payment of the rental price per chair.

Gabriel opened the note and looked. He didn’t flinch at the $35,000 price tag, and slid the paper into the breast pocket of his jacket. Acceptable.

Good. Tony clapped his hands. We have a contract to be signed by you, given the nature of the purchase, to protect both parties involved. You’ll give Margot your address and cell phone number. She’ll call you when the chairs are available and ready for delivery. That time is not negotiable either, so make sure you make arrangements. Any questions?

None. You both are very thorough and professional. Celeste, wait for me out in the car, please. Turn it on so it cools down.

Hannah stood, took his keys, and straightened her dress. Tony stood as well. Celeste, it was a pleasure to meet you. Let me walk you out.

As Gabriel filled out the contract he paid little attention to it. Instead, with his angelic supernatural hearing, he listened to Tony making lewd advances on Hannah. He counted to three and smirked when he heard him yelp and groan. That’s my girl. Ten bucks says she kneed him right in the groin. It took a few minutes to complete the asinine form, and he handed it back to Margot.

I don’t know where Tony’s gotten to, but I’ll see you to the door. Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Claiborne. I’ll be in touch.

She extended her right hand for him to take. He did and kissed the back of it, as repulsed as he was with the whole situation. To do anything different would have raised alarms. A quick sensory sweep and he knew she was the one in charge of the entire operation. An image of a building flashed in his mind, but he didn’t recognize it. He’d research it back at the office. As he entered his car, she waved to him. He waved back and tore out of the parking lot with abandon.

Can’t get out of there quick enough, eh?

"You got that right. Nice job on Tony’s balls. That is why I never saw him again, correct? You got him good with a knee kick?"

Sure as the sun shines bright orange, his balls will be black and blue. She winked at him and he gave her a high five. So did I do well in there?

Yes. You impressed me. Good job.

Thank you. I can’t wait to bring those assholes down. And now I can take these blasted pins out of my hair! I swear those women poked them straight through to my brain!

One by one, as she pulled them out, her long curls tumbled down over her shoulders. She gave her head a good shake, and Gabriel couldn’t help but steal more glimpses. He thanked his lucky stars she couldn’t see his own package hidden under the steering wheel. He knew they were probably as blue as Tony’s. Why the hell am I behaving like a sex-starved schoolboy? It’s not a flattering look for an angel who’s been alive for…ever. Get a grip on yourself, literally, because to consider her for the position is completely out of the question.

Chapter Two

Hannah left the top off her jeep and drove away from work like a bat out of Hell. It was late, long past dinnertime, and hardly any cars were on the road. She loved how the wind rushed past her face and through her hair. If only she could fly! She snorted and pushed the pedal to the floor without a care. She knew all the highway patrolmen personally, thanks to her lead foot as a teenager. Her father, Michael, a Brethren Protector, would only bail her out so much. She’d used up her saves a long time ago, so she’d been careful to drive the speed limit ever since. But tonight begged

Reviews for Angel Rising

[Crush · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Hannah all grown up and about to get her wings-great book in this series