Publisher: Noble Romance
Length: Naughty Nibble
Take one more, ferry her along. Soulbearer Moradiel recounts his duties while collecting his latest assignment, nurse Ariel. Tragic accident--seems simple. But in the RN's final moments asleep at the wheel of her speeding car, stirrings grip Moradiel's angelic heart. Stirrings so forbidden that to simply give voice to them is to risk expulsion from his Heavenly abode.
Out of time and faced with the most difficult decision in his eternal existence, Moradiel finds himself torn between saving the only woman he's ever loved or throwing the balance between Heaven and Hell into chaos. Duty or desire? Moradiel must choose . . .
Moradiel stared down at the bridge, his dark wings furled around him. Any moment now, a white Ford Taurus would fly around the curve at an unsafe rate of speed, the driver exhausted from a long night at work. The car would hit the concrete pylons flanking the north side of the bridge. Its gas tank would rupture, and by the time the fire crews arrived on scene, the vehicle would be little more than slag and the driver ashes.
The driver's soul, on the other hand, would be safely on its way to Heaven. He knew this, for it was his task to collect it.
This, in itself, was nothing new. He was a seraph, and served the Most High by assisting Azrael, the Angel of Death. Moradiel, a Soulbearer, ferried the worthy, newly dead to Heaven and their eternal reward. He had performed this task millions of times; from the newborn lost before drawing its first breath, to the most ancient souls ever to walk the planet. None had ever aroused the slightest feeling of pity or regret.
After all, with them going on to a far better place than this imperfect world would ever be, why should they garner his concern? Surrounded by the eternal glory of the One who'd created the universe simply by whispering Its name into the void. Surely, nothing there to mourn.
But all that had changed three days earlier, when he'd received this latest task and arrived to perform the necessary preambles.
Alighting outside the cozy, well-maintained house in the first light of day, he set the owls in the trees around the yard to hooting. Later, in the brazen light of mid-afternoon, when his latest assignment had headed out the door for work, he'd arranged for a crow, a bird not common to the area, to perch on the low fence and caw. Any of the ancients would have been familiar with these harbingers of death, seizing their amulets and mumbling prayers to ward off the impending doom. Most modern humans paid such signs little heed, but Moradiel had been at this task far too long not to pay obeisance to the traditions.
Ariel had drawn herself up short, a slight brunette with the face of a gamine—pretty, playful. Her mouth puckered into a quizzical expression at the crow. She shrugged off the uneasiness and checked herself yet again to make sure her ice-blue nurse's uniform looked presentable. The pageboy-cut hair cupped her ears in a fetching manner as she hurried to her car and off down the road for yet another long night.
As part of the new release celebration JS Wayne will be having a giveaway, special and a live web chat over on his site, www.wix.com/jswaynesite/herebemonsters/chat, tonight from 7-11pm Eastern Standard Time.
Nothin' but fun.
That's all for me, for now. Hope everyone has a good day.