Angel’s Fall

by Liv Rider

Angel's Fall - Liv Rider
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The angels exiled him and stripped him of his wings. Now they want his help.

The last thing he needs is to fall for one….

Half-angel Dashiell Lam has a lot of reasons to distrust angels after they exiled him four years ago. When angel Cael Moriah comes looking for him, Dashiell’s certain he’s no different—even if Cael’s the most gorgeous angel Dashiell’s ever seen. Dashiell’s instinct is to send him packing, but he can’t deny the effect Cael has on him. Then Cael makes him an offer he can’t refuse: help him, and the angels will restore his wings.

Cael’s done everything the angelic order has ever asked of him, but working with a jaded fallen angel? Not part of the plan. But he has a mission to complete, and Dashiell’s the only one who can help him. It doesn’t matter that Dashiell inspires a very un-angelic desire in him. The last thing he needs is to get involved with someone who thinks angels are the enemy.

Angels aren’t supposed to form attachments—and they definitely aren’t supposed to fall in love. But sometimes even angels can’t resist temptation. Can an angel and fallen half-angel work together to save the world—and each other?

 Angel’s Fall is an m/m paranormal angel romance with a HEA and no cliffhangers.

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Excerpt:

He was six feet of angelic beauty with coal-black hair and green eyes noticeable even across the dim bar. Skin untouched by weather, marred only by the barest hint of shadow on his jaw.

Took them long enough to find me. After four years, Dashiell had assumed his former associates had thought him too inconsequential to get rid of. Apparently he’d been wrong.

The angel scanned the bar until his eyes stopped on Dashiell at the corner table he’d claimed earlier that night. His black jeans and gray t-shirt under a fitted black military-cut leather jacket were appropriate for the venue, though something in the way he wore them signaled their unfamiliarity. It didn’t matter. He was a man to turn heads.

Dashiell could probably make it to the back exit through the kitchen if he left now, but he couldn’t seem to compel his legs to move.

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Too late. Green Eyes slid into the chair opposite him. It had been too long since Dashiell had seen a pureblooded angel, and he was reacting like a teenager too hormonal to even save himself.

“Dashiell Lam.”

The angel was even more extraordinary up close. Eyelashes as black as his hair, ridiculously long, brushed his cheek. His eyes were the green of forests. He belonged on the wall of a cathedral, not this dingy bar.

Dashiell raised the beer he’d been nursing and took a measured sip. “Do I know you?”

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About the Author

When Liv isn't writing, she's reading, helped by the occasional shot of caffeine. She has an affinity for the paranormal and animals of prey (as well as their domesticated cousins). To receive a free story and find out when she has a new release, join Liv's mailing list  or visit her at http://www.livrider.com for more information.


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