Sep
25
2009

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Sacred Guardian

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The Wild Rose Press, July 9, 2010
ISBN number 1-60154-714-5

 

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The second book written in honor of miracles that have happened and are still happening is Sacred Guardian, which is available now from The Wild Rose Press.

Highlights in a Five Kiss review from TwoLips Reviews

“I found myself so absorbed in the story I’d completely lost track of my own consciousness. This book is superbly written. This author has an inordinate capacity to draw the reader into her characters’ lives until you’re so absorbed in their story, it’s impossible to put the book down.” Read the full review here.

Three rules governed Joe Littlehawk’s existence as a Sacred Guardian: never interfere, never let them see you, and NEVER touch. Before he watched over Alena, he’d never broken any…

Young single mother Alena Morgan has no time for anything remotely paranormal. Yet when she suffers an accidental overdose of powerful migraine medication, she can’t deny the glorious Native American dude who appears and saves her. She tries to write it off as a near-death hallucination, but she has no explanation for the Voice that only she can hear and the flowering of her heart as she lets this otherworldly Being into her life. When Joe enters Alena’s dreams where they can touch one another, neither of them realizes the deadly consequences of their love.

“Do you want to have sex with him?”

Alena looked at the table and took a long swallow of her coffee. “If

he were alive. Maybe.” She shrugged. “But if he were alive, he’d be

pretty much out of my age range.”

“What, hundreds of years old?” Deb settled back in her chair and chuckled.

“Nah, probably more like sixty-five or so.”

Deb’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not dead very long, then.”

“Nope, only, let’s see, 1968…about forty years. Does it make a difference?”

Deb leaned in, her eyes widened. “You mean he told you exactly when?”

“Yeah. I brought his record, here.” She unfolded the copy of Joe’s

record from the Vietnam Wall site.

Deb pulled out her reading glasses and scanned it. “Holy shit.”

“You said the S word!”

“So sue me. Can I keep this?”

“Sure, I have other copies.” She’d made ten, just to be sure she

wouldn’t forget. As if she would. Ever.

“I’ll take this to John, but Lena, be careful.”

“Careful of what?”

Deb shook her head, removing her glasses and nibbling on the end of

one earpiece. “There’s something to what you told me; it reminds me of

some case I’d read about, but I just can’t remember what it is.”

“It’s not a good something?”

“I don’t know, but it may be. Not good, that is. Anyway, just be

careful, okay? Don’t spend all your time with this, ah…”

“Dead guy.”

“Is that what you call him?” At least the twinkle was back in Deb’s eyes.

“No,” she said, looking directly into Deb’s eyes. “I don’t.” She

reached behind for her coat and purse. “I call him Joe.”

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