Christmas Savior

By Jo Michaels

An angel can't love a vampire, can she?

Angel Victoria is on a mission from God: Save the illegitimate royal Catherine Carey from the dark ones.

Vampire Vance is on a mission from the head vampress, Cleopatra: Bring Catherine Carey into the coven so she can lead them to victory over the humans.

When the angel and the vampire meet, sparks fly. A bird may love a fish, too, but where do they reside?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jo Michaels
• Release date: Jun 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781370032600

Jo Michaels

Jo Michaels loves writing novels that make readers gasp in horror, surprise, and disbelief. While her browser search history has probably landed her on a list somewhere, she still dives into every plot with gusto, hoping "the man" will realize she's a writer and not a psychopath about to go on a rampage. Her favorite pastimes are reading, watching Investigation Discovery, and helping other authors realize their true potential through mentoring. She's penned the award-winning Pen Pals and Serial Killers series and the best-selling educational book for children, Writing Prompts for Kids, which has rocketed the kids that use it into several awards of their own.Most of Jo's books feature the places she's lived: Louisiana, Tennessee, and Georgia. That's given her a special amount of insight to what makes those locations tick. Her works are immersive and twisty, and she wouldn't want it any other way.

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Christmas Savior

an Angels and Vampires Prequel

by Jo Michaels

© 2019 Jo Michaels

Edited by Tia Silverthorne Bach

Cover Designed by Jo Michaels

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Kent, England, 1544

It was inky black outside when Victoria’s bare feet touched down on the cobblestones. She slipped into the shadows and curled into a ball, drawing her feathery wings into her shoulders. Retracting was always painful, and as the skin sealed over the nubs, she silently wept, her golden tears washing the stones in a soft light before ebbing and winking out.

Drying her face with her palms, she scanned the street to be sure no one was around before running down the lane to a dress shop. Glancing left and right, she held her hand over the knob and whispered, Divine Father, open the door. A quick flash of bright light enveloped the handle, and she grabbed it and gave it a turn. It opened without a squeak. After a quick prayer of thanks, she slipped inside and locked the door behind her.

Dresses hung on racks on either wall. Some were fancy, fit for a lady-in-waiting, and some were plain, for those women who ran households or worked as maids. Several of the garments called out to her as she passed, begging to be chosen, but she settled on one of the simpler ones. Green, cinched waist, and embroidery on the bell sleeves. It would do for a single woman with a small fortune.

Slipping out of her robes, she pulled on the petticoats and then the dress, making sure it hung on her frame as though it belonged there. After grabbing a few more dresses, dressing gowns, shoes, hats, and other things she knew she’d need—including a small Bible she could wear around her wrist—she bowed her head.

May the shop owner be prosperous for the giving of these items.

Her blessing was done, and it made her feel better about having to steal. There was no sense risking her person by cavorting around town at that time of night, so she lay down in a back room and closed her eyes. Sleep came quickly.

My daughter, wake.

Sunlight had just edged over the rim of the horizon, divine music filled the air, and a few people walked the streets—most too busy to pay any mind to a young lady leaving a dress shop. Still, she made sure the way was clear before exiting, the items she’d stolen draped over her left arm and clutched in her hands.

It didn’t take her long to get to the house she’d purchased a few months before. Her deft fingers found the key above the door, stuck it in the lock, and turned.

Inside the house, it was drab. There’d been no time to order furnishings, and she sighed as she gazed around the shell of a home. She wasn’t planning on spending a lot of