When Cait Douglass resolves to get over her broken heart, throw off her inhibitions, and start really living, she’s unprepared for the two sensual men who cross her path. Torn between them, she doesn’t know which to choose--or what kind of dire consequences could follow.
Jim Heron: Fallen angel. Fallen angel tasked with saving humanity; Former XOps soldier/assassin; Is six-foot-four or five, built big and lethal; Has a massive tattoo on his back featuring the Grim Reaper in a graveyard
Adrian Vogel: "Ad". Fallen Angel. Jim's wingman assigned by Nigel to help Jim on his mission to save the seven souls. Took injuries from the last soul in order to allow Matthias to live a complete life.
Eddie Blackhawk: "Edward Lucifer Blackhawk". One of two fallen angels who was assigned by Nigel to help and teach Jim how to use his power. Killed by Devina's minions
Devina: Demon assigned to bring the seven souls to hell; Deceptive and evil; Can shapeshift to look like anyone; Is in love with Jim in her own twisted way. Has OCD. Knows the identity of the souls in play and works against Jim
Nigel: Archangel. Captain of Heaven's team to save the world. Knows the identity of the souls in play but can't share the information with Jim. Colin's lover.
Colin: Archangel. Nigel's closest adviser and lover.
Bertie: Archangel. Albert. One of Nigel's advisers. Owner of Tarquin.
“Inspired, maybe?" "Are you trying to sell that singer again?" "I am. He comes with a good warranty, not a lot of wear and tear." Kind of a lie, but come on..."He's functional, reliable...and attractive in so many settings.”
“Look, I know where you're at," he said roughly. "I've been there. The only thing I can tell you, and it's not going to help...is that just because you can't believe it, doesn't mean the shit's not real." There was a long pause. "Unfortunately."”
“Listen up, sweetheart. You and me? We don't have a relationship, and we're not fucking anymore. Ever. No matter what you do, or where you take shit, or how this cocksucking game shakes out? I'm not tapping that again.”
“He pointed at his chest. "Asshole. You gotta know that about me. When I'm in a good mood, it's fun for me, when I'm like this, it's more a reflex. So yeah, ask whatever you want - just don't take my answers all that seriously.”
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