To Light and Guard Series

There were three of us, three archangels, sent to Earth to protect one human girl. This girl was a gift to all angels. We needed her, so that we can walk among the humans - to learn from them, to live as one of them... but we failed, and she died. At first, I thought that we made a mistake, an error in judgment, but there are no mistakes in my world. And the girl? I am certain that she will eventually return. I am Michael. I am an immortal. I will wait for her, and the next time she returns to this planet, I will be ready to help her carry out her destiny.

Paige Harper has a big secret. She has fallen in love with her guardian angel, Luke. Unfortunately, Luke’s ex-girlfriend happens to be a real demon, and she is hell-bent on revenge. The demons come after Paige, and her ordinary life has suddenly turned deadly...and creepy... and very, very strange. Is she crazy? Maybe. Does she care? Not really... because her love for him is real. She will never give him up. She will die if she has to... and maybe she has to. Excerpt: “Watch out!” Emma screamed as we crossed over double yellow lines towards on-coming traffic. A white pick-up truck was heading straight for us. I slammed on the brakes and grabbed the steering wheel with both hands. I heard a car honk, and I jerked to the right missing the truck by inches... or by millimeters. Whatever. From my angle and with the adrenaline in my system, it was really hard to tell. Our car spun to the right and tires screeched. Emma screamed in the passenger seat. That’s when I saw him. He landed in front of our car. His wings flared out; they were a bright white against his skin and were longer than Dad’s car. Wings! He had wings, and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Our car continued to spin as Emma continued to scream. Then, he caught the car with a soft thud. The car stopped with a jerk, and the left side of my body hit the driver’s side door. Ouch. That’s definitely going to leave a bruise. I looked to my left, out the driver’s side window, and there he was. His left hand was on the hood, and his right hand was on the driver’s side door. His body was only inches away from my window: no shirt, six-pack abs, swimmer’s body. He was wearing light brown pants that were slung very low on his hips and nothing else. I almost had to look away, well, almost. His wings were massive! They were still extended away from his body, and his feathers rippled as his wings shifted. As shocked as I was, I still made the connection: two plus two always equals four, and flying guy plus white wings equals angel. He was an angel! Right... and let me tell you something, he was so beautiful! Emma stopped screaming. The angel bent down at the waist and peeked through the driver’s side window; he glared at me. I held my breath as we stared at each other. His eyes narrowed, and I leaned away from the window and away from him. He was furious, I could tell. His eyebrows were pulled together in a frown, his jaws were clenched, and his eyes were a blazing deep purple. Yep. He was definitely really, really mad. Then, he turned around, and like an angel would, he flew away. I gripped the steering wheel hard until the back of my hands turned white. I forced myself to breathe. Inhale the air in... and exhale the air out... and inhale the air in... and exhale... Still not calm, but now able to talk, I turned to my right and faced my sister. “Em, are you okay?” I asked. Emma nodded. She was still in shock; her face was pale, and her right hand was flat against her chest. She was still trying to catch her breath. I should give her a minute or two. “Em, did you see that?” I asked. I scratched my head and peeked out the driver’s side window. “See what? See that you almost got us KILLED?” she shrieked, her eyes wide. The angel was right there! How could she not have seen him? I frowned. “No. Did you see... how we stopped?” I asked. “Physics?” she shrieked again. I shook my head. I peeked out the window again, but the angel was already gone. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t just ask Emma if she saw what I saw: the drop-dead gorgeous guy who caught Dad’s car with his bare hands. He was wearing brown pants made of an organic-looking fabric, and oh, by the way, he had wings. Then, of course, he flew away. Em, did you see that guy? Maybe I kept my mouth shut for self-preservation. Physics made so much more sense. It was explainable. Reasonable. Not crazy. Physics it is. Dad's car stopped bec

This is Book 2 in the "To Light and Guard" series. BOOK DESCRIPTION: What would you do if the love of your life turned into a demon? Do you deny the love in your heart or do you willingly fall with him into darkness? My name is Emma Harper. I believe that true love only comes once in a lifetime, and when you find it, you should never let it go. So, I will choose darkness to be with my demon, and maybe someday, I will find my way back home. EXCERPT: I pulled Sam into the living room, and we started dancing in the makeshift dance floor. We were dancing a little bit too closely, but it didn't matter. It was packed. People kept bumping into us, pushing us together. It wasn't like Sam was doing it on purpose. Sam grabbed my hips, pulling us closer. Okay. Now he was doing it on purpose, and I let him. What the heck? I happened to like Sam. I inched my body closer to him until we were pressed together, dancing to the beat of the music. Sam ducked his head and whispered in my ear, “You look very pretty tonight, Emma.” He slurred a bit, which annoyed the heck out of me; that’s because Sober-Sam didn’t mention how pretty I was earlier. “I know,” I replied. “I’m pretty every night and during the daytime, too.” Actually, I’m more than pretty. I’m beautiful, but whatever. Sam kissed my cheek, and I could feel his smile when he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Drunk-Sam was still very sweet. "Hell, no.” I heard a male voice grumble from behind me. The voice was deep and scratchy. Grainy. Sexy. It was a voice that made a girl wonder who it belonged to. I turned around quickly, but there were only teenagers surrounding me. Everyone was dancing, lost in the music. I shrugged and turned towards Sam, facing him again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and Sam placed his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. “I said, HELL NO,” the voice said again, louder this time. I actually felt his breath on my ear. That was when I felt two hands clamp around my hips from behind. Then, the hands pulled me away from Sam, my arms yanked away from his neck. I bumped against several bodies as I was pulled away backwards. Then, I felt an arm wrap around my waist. I looked down, but I didn’t see an arm, which was weird because I totally felt it. As I was pulled backwards, I bumped into more people. I clawed at the empty space in front of me. I would have dug my heels in the carpet, but my feet weren’t even touching the ground. I was floating, sort of, bent at the waist slightly, while an invisible arm dragged me away. My heart was beating very fast. I touched my chest with one hand. I was having a panic attack, a heart attack, an asthma attack. All of the above. Oh, my God. I can’t breathe. I took several deep breaths. Breathe, Emma. You know how to breathe. I tried scratching the invisible arm that was wrapped around my waist. I felt it, but the arm wouldn’t budge. I looked around, my eyes wide and desperate, and my eyes locked with Sam’s. I saw his stunned face as he watched me being dragged away from him... and floating. Let’s not forget that I was floating. That was the scariest part. Sam looked down at my feet, at my shoes that were not touching the ground, and I saw the horror in his eyes. I could tell that Sam couldn’t keep it together much longer. He was about to lose it in approximately three seconds; some screaming may be involved. “YOU’RE DRUNK,” I yelled. “This is not really happening!” Sam looked into my eyes. I gave him two thumbs up. “I’m good. No worries, and you are so drunk right now,” I said very loudly so that he can hear me over the loud music. I didn’t even know why I was covering for the arm that was pulling me away. I should be screaming my head off and asking for help. Should. Would. Could... but I didn’t. Something very weird was happening here, and I knew exactly who to call. My sister. She was the expert on everything weird.

This is book 2.5 in the series. It is recommended that you read the previous books before this one. Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived an angel who was so beautiful that even the other angels were jealous of her. But wait. Hmmm... Let me think about this for a second. Perhaps I shouldn’t start my story with the words ‘once upon a time’ because I don’t want to mislead you. You might think that my story is a fairy tale, one that ends with a ‘happily ever after,’ but clearly, my life is far from that. For one thing, I live in Hell now. It's a dark and gloomy prison for demons like me. Now... that doesn't sound much like a ‘happily ever after,’ does it? It's what I get for killing a human, I suppose. So, why did I do it? Why did I kill? Well, have you ever heard of crimes of passion? For me it was kind of like that. Hatred. Anger. Jealousy. Pain. And more hatred. These are the things that brought me here. In this place... Where my story begins... In Hell...