A deal with the devil….
Gabriel 1089 is an angel—an enhanced and cybernetically modified human designed to protect the city in the sky called Heaven. He follows Heaven’s orders and fights its enemies. But when an attack by demons leaves him trapped on the earth below, missing both a metal wing and his network-enabled halo, he’s cut off from his home for good and at the mercy of one man.
Jeff Werth is used to demons in need of his mechanical expertise showing up on the doorstep of the junkyard he runs in Old Trent. However, he doesn’t expect to be stuck with an injured angel. Jeff owes the demons for saving his daughter’s life, so he does what they demand—he nurses the angel back to health and keeps close track of him as a possible pawn in the high-stakes war between Heaven above and the demons below. But he doesn’t expect the effect Gabe has on his heart, or having to choose between his daughter and the man he’s come to love.
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Publisher: Independently Published
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Word Count: 62000
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Gabriel pushed himself up again, looking at the man who’d eased his pain. He saw kind eyes under sleepy-looking lids, tousled hair that curled just at the ends, though it grayed at the temples. The stranger wore odd clothing—thick navy pants and a patterned shirt rolled up to his elbows, his forearms stained with dark smears. His hands were fascinating, well-formed and strong, though Gabriel had felt that delicate touch against his back.
“I’m Jeff Werth.” The man’s eyes narrowed as Gabriel attempted to make sense of his surroundings.READ MORE
This place, where was he? Gabriel should have been taken to the angels’ infirmary, if his distress call had made it in time. Instead he was in this dimly lit room that looked as if someone had pieced it together from old and new fragments. Part of the wall sparkled like new construction, silver metal and glastic window, and it gleamed in comparison to the rest of the room’s stained and dirty fabric and wood that hadn’t yet gone rotten. Gabriel wrinkled his nose, not liking the mix of smells assaulting his senses, musty and burnt.
“Gabriel 1089.” He made eye contact with the man. Jeff. Who was he? An ordinary citizen would have taken Gabriel to one of the hospitals, if they didn’t have an angel contact. What kind of man lived in such shambles, keeping an injured angel on an old uncovered mattress?
“That’s a mouthful.”
Gabriel brought shaking hands to his forehead, feeling nothing but skin and open ports where his halo should be. His thoughts whirled, alone in his mind for the first time since he’d become an angel. He probed at the empty space left behind, wincing at the ache that caused. Nothing made any sense.
“How did I get here?”
Jeff turned away and began fiddling with a box of tools and instruments. “What do you remember?”COLLAPSE