Do-over

By Amy Lane

Engall is supposed to hit a party and hook up with his longtime crush, Chandler—at least that’s what Engall’s unlikely guardian angel keeps telling him. But the more Dagiel tries to fix the situation, the weirder it gets. How many do-overs will it take to make Engall’s life right?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
• Release date: Jun 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781613726273

Amy Lane

Award winning author Amy Lane lives in a crumbling crapmansion with a couple of teenagers, a passel of furbabies, and a bemused spouse. She has too damned much yarn, a penchant for action-adventure movies, and a need to know that somewhere in all the pain is a story of Wuv, Twu Wuv, which she continues to believe in to this day! She writes contemporary romance, paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and romantic suspense, teaches the occasional writing class, and likes to pretend her very simple life is as exciting as the lives of the people who live in her head. She’ll also tell you that sacrifices, large and small, are worth the urge to write. Website: www.greenshill.com Blog: www.writerslane.blogspot.com Email: [e-mail] Facebook: www.facebook.com/amy.lane.167 Twitter: @amymaclane

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Do-over

OKAY, it was not Engall’s fault. Well, it was sort of his fault. Okay, it was mostly his fault, but who could have predicted it would have turned out that way?

So he’d said no to a party—didn’t that make him a good guy? Cristina said, Hey, Engall, you’re making yourself crazy! Come with me; Chandler’s throwing a thing!

Chandler? He tried to sound casually disinterested. It was hard.

Yeah! He actually told me to invite you personally!

Oh wow. That was a good thing, right? Chandler was smart and funny and cute and…. Stop it right there, Engall.

I may come over when my homework is done, he said stiltedly, not wanting to talk about all of the good and bad things about Chandler, his physics lab partner, right now.

Cristina rolled her eyes. You do that, Engall. Just don’t stay here all night.

So he didn’t. He got shot in an all-night gas station instead.

He’d just wanted some goddamned M&Ms—not even the illegal kind! He was up late, studying, it was too late to go to the party (he told himself), and he wanted some goddamned M&Ms, so he left his little crappy apartment in the Howe/Hurley apartment warren and went down to the corner Circle K to get himself some goddamned chocolate. And walked straight into a fucking robbery. In an only mildly shitty area of Sacramento.

Who knew?

It was all so surreal. He’d been pondering his trig problems in his head and wondering if the engineering degree was really worth it, especially when he liked history so much better, and checking out his shoes at one in the fucking morning. He could see the gum on the sidewalk, and the oil slick that doubled as pavement, and the cracks in the street. He could see the way the anemic blue light of the Circle K flickered so badly he was actually hoping for a seizure, and he could see the blue jeans and black Converse sneakers of the other person in the minimart.

The person who was not getting out of his way.

The person who was shouting at Engall like Engall had just clawed up and down on his last fucking nerve.

The person with the ski mask and the gun.

Oh shit, Engall said. I should have gone to that party after all.

And that was when he got shot.

He got shot in the head, which meant that basically his meatsack dropped immediately and twitched, and Engall sort of rose above himself and looked down at the whole affair. The guy with the ski

Reviews for Do-over

[kindleromance · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I enjoyed the touch of humor in this one with the angel. Steamy, sweet M/M PNR.

[Gerisgrltrl · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

An amusing story about alternative endings which is tangentially tied to the Green's Hill stories. I loved it!