Four brothers must decide which path they will choose.
Michael and his brothers are archangels charged with the divine task of sending fallen angels back to Hell. For years they have done their duty without question. Then Michael meets Lake, the offspring of a human and fallen angel, and his feelings for the young Nephilim makes him question their path.
When a plot to unleash Lucifer is uncovered, Michael and his brothers are shaken when they discover their own brother, Uriel, is behind it. They must join forces with Nephilims and other fallen angels if they want to stop their brother. Will they be able to throw off their prejudices and do what it takes to save the world? Or will they be the ones to fall?
Path of Angels is a four-part urban fantasy novella series about forging one's own destiny.
Steam rating: Warm (Moderately explicit sensuality.) M/M, M/F
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Michael and his brothers are archangels charged with the divine task of sending fallen angels back to Hell. For years they have done their duty without question. Then Michael meets Lake, the offspring of a human and fallen angel, and his feelings for the young Nephilim makes him question their path.
When a plot to unleash Lucifer is uncovered, Michael and his brothers are shaken when they discover their own brother, Uriel, is behind it. They must join forces with Nephilims and other fallen angels if they want to stop their brother. Will they be able to throw off their prejudices and do what it takes to save the world? Or will they be the ones to fall?
Path of Angels is a four-part urban fantasy novella series about forging one's own destiny.
Steam rating: Warm (Moderately explicit sensuality.) M/M, M/F
BOX SET AVAILABLE FOR $3.99 AT YOUR FAVORITE RETAILER!
Add to Goodreads
EXCERPT
Cars drove past the alley’s mouth, their headlights briefly illuminating the dark like flashes of lightning. Rats scurried along brick walls, noses and ears twitching as they foraged for food among the filth littering the ground. At the end of the dead-end street was a metal door so rusted it was barely distinguishable from the brick.
Michael summoned his strength before calling his sword. The carved hilt filled his hand a heartbeat later, molding perfectly to his grip. Yellow and orange flames burst from the blade and flooded the alley with light. He turned to his brothers. Zadekiel stood closest to him, ax in hand. Shadows danced across his brown skin. Jophiel and Gabriel were behind him, Joe’s spear drawn. A muscle twitched in Gabe’s jaw; his sapphire eyes were hard, fists clenched. They were ready for what lay behind the door.
A strange phenomenon bound the four of them. Born minutes apart, their births had overwhelmed the small hospital in Monroe. Michael had always figured the odds of that happening in their town was a billion to one. Inseparable from the first day of Sunday school, the four boys had become best friends who looked out for each other as the biological brothers they were denied.
“Ready when you are,” Zade whispered.
Despite its decrepit state and broken handle, the door opened without a sound. The brothers rushed into the apartment, surprising the dozen occupants. Their shock was short lived. The men and women sprang to their feet, emanating a wave of cold so strong it knocked over chairs. Their faces twisted into snarls as they lunged forward. Michael’s sword sang as it cut through flesh and bone with ease. He was already turning to face his next opponent before the first body hit the floor.
Across the room, Joe struggled with his own foe. The man’s nails sharpened to talons and he slashed Joe’s chest. Joe cried out in pain, even as he threw the man against the wall and slammed his spear into the man’s neck. With a grunt, Joe yanked his weapon free. Fire crackled as he whirled around, Michael slicing a woman in half as she flew at Joe.
The last enemy hit the floor with a heavy thud. Michael moved to the center and raised his sword. Heat erupted from the blade and encircled the room, incinerating the bodies until nothing but ash remained. Its job completed, Michael released the weapon and it vanished. Silence fell over the apartment.
Would this path ever end?
Michael had always been devout. Most of his childhood, he served as an altar boy at his hometown church. Joe had often teased that Michael’s blond hair and sky-blue eyes primed him for the part. He continued the role into his teenage years––no other boy had seemed up to the task. It was at mass, the Sunday before his sixteenth birthday, when a light, so bright it hurt his eyes, had whisked him away from the congregation. Michael discovered that there was something more important than his driver’s permit. God spoke to him for the first time, revealing he and his brothers were archangels and must fulfill their duty. Born as mortals, they were tasked with finding escaped fallen angels and sending them back to Hell. Their lives, so ordinary, were left behind.
READER REVIEWS
Cleo deLancey rated book one 4.5 stars.
I liked the author’s character development, especially of Michael, Lake and Lake’s mother. They evoked my emotions and had me cheering for Lake, the underdog. The storyline had nice flow and was easy to follow. I enjoyed this book and would recommend it.
Cars drove past the alley’s mouth, their headlights briefly illuminating the dark like flashes of lightning. Rats scurried along brick walls, noses and ears twitching as they foraged for food among the filth littering the ground. At the end of the dead-end street was a metal door so rusted it was barely distinguishable from the brick.
Michael summoned his strength before calling his sword. The carved hilt filled his hand a heartbeat later, molding perfectly to his grip. Yellow and orange flames burst from the blade and flooded the alley with light. He turned to his brothers. Zadekiel stood closest to him, ax in hand. Shadows danced across his brown skin. Jophiel and Gabriel were behind him, Joe’s spear drawn. A muscle twitched in Gabe’s jaw; his sapphire eyes were hard, fists clenched. They were ready for what lay behind the door.
A strange phenomenon bound the four of them. Born minutes apart, their births had overwhelmed the small hospital in Monroe. Michael had always figured the odds of that happening in their town was a billion to one. Inseparable from the first day of Sunday school, the four boys had become best friends who looked out for each other as the biological brothers they were denied.
“Ready when you are,” Zade whispered.
Despite its decrepit state and broken handle, the door opened without a sound. The brothers rushed into the apartment, surprising the dozen occupants. Their shock was short lived. The men and women sprang to their feet, emanating a wave of cold so strong it knocked over chairs. Their faces twisted into snarls as they lunged forward. Michael’s sword sang as it cut through flesh and bone with ease. He was already turning to face his next opponent before the first body hit the floor.
Across the room, Joe struggled with his own foe. The man’s nails sharpened to talons and he slashed Joe’s chest. Joe cried out in pain, even as he threw the man against the wall and slammed his spear into the man’s neck. With a grunt, Joe yanked his weapon free. Fire crackled as he whirled around, Michael slicing a woman in half as she flew at Joe.
The last enemy hit the floor with a heavy thud. Michael moved to the center and raised his sword. Heat erupted from the blade and encircled the room, incinerating the bodies until nothing but ash remained. Its job completed, Michael released the weapon and it vanished. Silence fell over the apartment.
Would this path ever end?
Michael had always been devout. Most of his childhood, he served as an altar boy at his hometown church. Joe had often teased that Michael’s blond hair and sky-blue eyes primed him for the part. He continued the role into his teenage years––no other boy had seemed up to the task. It was at mass, the Sunday before his sixteenth birthday, when a light, so bright it hurt his eyes, had whisked him away from the congregation. Michael discovered that there was something more important than his driver’s permit. God spoke to him for the first time, revealing he and his brothers were archangels and must fulfill their duty. Born as mortals, they were tasked with finding escaped fallen angels and sending them back to Hell. Their lives, so ordinary, were left behind.
READER REVIEWS
Cleo deLancey rated book one 4.5 stars.
I liked the author’s character development, especially of Michael, Lake and Lake’s mother. They evoked my emotions and had me cheering for Lake, the underdog. The storyline had nice flow and was easy to follow. I enjoyed this book and would recommend it.
