Mission Innocence

By Samantha Gentry

Fallen Angel, Damian Fontaine was banished from heaven for too often indulging in sex with humans. He has made the best of his eight hundred years on earth by creating missions to help repressed mortals find the sexually fulfilling life that eludes them. Twenty-two year old Sarah Downing leads a life of quiet desperation in a small town. She has lived under the control of a domineering father and a cold mother. She longs for the freedom to expand her horizons, to experience life, and to find someone who will love her. When a handsome and mysterious stranger appears seemingly out of nowhere, he claims her silent pleas for help summoned him. He wants to help her explore her hidden desires. Will her father’s puritanical teachings keep her imprisoned or will the mesmerizing stranger teach her to fly?

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Jun 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781509213955

Samantha Gentry

I've lived most of my life in Los Angeles and earned my living for twenty years by working in television production. I was always interested in writing and dabbled at it, but not seriously. I combined my interest in writing with my avocation of photography and began doing magazine articles featuring my photographs. After selling several articles, I discovered I enjoyed the writing process as much as the photography. My friends told me I should make use of my television contacts and write scripts. I enrolled in a screen writing class at UCLA. By the close of class I knew screen writing was not for me. The other thing I knew was that I wanted to write novels rather than magazine articles.

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Mission Innocence

by

Samantha Gentry

Fallen Angel Chronicles

Book 2

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Mission Innocence

COPYRIGHT © 2017 by Samantha Gentry

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Cover Art by Diana Carlile

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Publishing History

First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2017

Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-1395-5

Published in the United States of America

PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

Samantha Gentry

FORBIDDEN ISLAND

"If you want a sexy read for a cool summer night, then I’d suggest Forbidden Island. I give this steamy short story 4 ½ cherries."

~Long & Short Reviews

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STEAMY ENCOUNTER

Samantha Gentry is an awesome writer who spins a tale of so much interest you have to fall in love with the characters and the book itself! Trust me on this! You will enjoy Ms. Gentry’s style. I guarantee it…read this book!

~Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio

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MASKED ENCOUNTER

I found Masked Encounter a lovely and steamy way to spend a couple of hours. This is another story that will be placed prominently in my short story library.

~Joyfully Reviewed

Chapter One

The vibrations drifted on the wind, swirling around inside Damian Fontaine’s consciousness until he located the source of the voice that had reached out to him, the silent plea for help. The special type of help he provided to those with hidden sexual desires and fantasies that fear, inhibitions, intimidations, embarrassment, or cultural restrictions forced into secrecy. These were the missions he had dedicated himself to, the people he had sworn to help when he had been banished to earth eight hundred years ago as a fallen angel.

He stood on the bluff looking down at the rural Midwestern town. The sign proclaimed a population of four hundred and twenty residents. The all-purpose general store appeared to be the primary business in town—groceries, basic clothing items, post office window, and gas pump out front. Next to the general store stood a small building proclaiming itself to be the City Hall. The additional buildings scattered along the three blocks of the main street included one church next to City Hall and one bar at the south end of town. The nearest city of any size—population two thousand—was a twenty mile drive.

The oppressive feel reached out to him, weighing heavily on his senses. Even the more liberated residents who patronized the bar on Saturday night before attending church on Sunday morning still led lives of quiet desperation. But the most introverted, long-suffering, and forlorn resident of the community was Sarah Downing, a young woman of twenty-two.

Her father, Henry Downing, owned the general store and was, by all accounts, the wealthiest resident of the area as well as the minister of the ultra-conservative fundamentalist church. Her mother, Bernice, worked in the general store as did Sarah, along with two other employees. Henry Downing ran his home the same way he did his business, with absolute dictatorial authority. The same way he ran his fundamentalist church.

Damian had quickly ascertained the philosophy preached at home by Sarah’s mother and father. The oppressive aura surrounding the community told him everything he needed to know. Bernice constantly shoved the mantra at her daughter—sex was a vile and dirty act, a degradation married women were expected to endure as the obey part of marriage vows. It was the wife’s duty to place her husband’s needs above everything else. She told her daughter that once she had married, she needed to close her eyes, remain still, and pray the sex would be over quickly.

Henry’s pronouncements on the subject were very clear—the Bible said sex was his husbandly right. To take as he pleased without a thought that his wife might have her own needs or desires. It was her duty to spread her legs and accommodate him whenever he desired, and only in the missionary position—a routine that never varied. A kissless, unemotional fuck. Pumping his cock in and out of his wife’s pussy until he achieved orgasm as quickly as possible without even the pretense of foreplay. After all, she was only a woman and didn’t have the same needs as a man. Only the most sinful of women participated in sex as a recreational activity or outside the bonds of holy matrimony.

It had taken only a few seconds for Damian to absorb the thoughts, feelings, and fears that beset Sarah Downing as well as the repressive atmosphere surrounding her. Of all the impressions that had bombarded his psyche as he stood on the bedroom balcony at his private island, hers were the strongest. Once he had tuned into her wavelength, he knew everything about her, far more than her specific thoughts that had escaped into the universe.

He walked the short distance from the cabin he had procured for a few days to the Downing general store. He leaned casually against the building waiting for Sarah to appear to open the store at seven o’clock. A few minutes later, he spotted her hurrying along the path between her parents’ house and the store. She walked with her head down, staring at the ground. Too afraid to raise her sights and observe the world around her. Too fearful of what she might see. Too frightened of her parents’ retribution if they even as much as suspected she might be thinking something they considered sinful.

Sarah unlocked the door to the store, and jerked to attention, physically startled by the movement when the tall man leaning against the wall straightened. Unable to make eye contact with him—she had never made eye contact with anyone, the idea embarrassing her because it seemed too intimate—she nodded a shy good morning in his direction and quickly entered the store.

A strange sensation, unlike anything she had ever experienced, welled inside her