Published March 5th, 2014
Title – Falling For Hope
Series – Four Winds #3
Author- Anne Conley
Genre- Paranormal Romance
Publication Date - March 5, 2014
Length (Pages/#words) - 46,000 words
Publisher – Anne Conley
Cover Artist – Vanessa Booke
Hope is an eccentric librarian who lives with her five cats and loves to spend her time fantasizing about living in a world of shape shifters, vampires, and fairies. Although the existence of a paranormal world is far from Hope’s reality, she can’t help but sense there’s something different about the mysterious man lurking in her library.
Gabriel is God’s Strength, the Messenger, who’s been tasked with delivering the Word for millennia. His most recent assignment will be his last, to fall in love and become human. But he can’t quite figure out what he’s done to displease the Boss. Gabriel’s latest assignment might be the hardest, but this gorgeous rubenesque quirk of a woman definitely has him intrigued.
God’s Four Winds are his most trusted archangels: Uriel, Raphael, Gabriel, and Michael. Follow their adventures in “falling” as they each discover their chosen one and what it means to be human. Along the way, the Deceiver, who’s been cast down, only wants what his “brothers” have, and will stop at nothing to foil his Father’s plans.
Falling for Hope is book three in the Four Winds series, but they are all stand-alone novels.
Hope's eyes darted around, making sure there wasn't anybody else who could have done that, before she looked back up at him. "You don't have to use the force on me. I'm thinking. I was just taken by surprise, is all."
Both of his eyebrows rose, almost to his hairline and his eyes widened in surprise. "You heard that?"
"Didn't you mean for me to?" She countered, putting a hand on her hip.
His face remained impassive. "Well…yes. But usually it's not so obvious." His tone of voice suggested he wasn’t expecting Hope to call him on his little trick, and seeing that gave her a little boost of confidence.
"You go around using Jedi mind tricks on women to get dates often?"
He chuckled, and his eyes dropped to the ground. "No. I've never done it for a date, no."
Hope's eyes roamed his body from his feet, clad in shiny leather loafers, up his gray woolen slacks (Hello, Fifty), to the black sweater vest he wore over a white long-sleeved button down shirt, open at the collar. His face held strong features: a square jaw with a small dimple in the middle, high, obscenely high cheekbones, a rather large mouth that made her mind travel to erotic places, and those eyes… The man exuded a strength that wasn’t visible. Well, it was visible, he looked like his muscles had muscles, but he had an air of intense power and vigor about him that told Hope he expected people to do what he said. Often.
Then her eyes traveled to herself. She had worn black dress pants today, with a shirt that actually sort of fit her large breasts, although it showed a little more cleavage than she was comfortable with. Hope looked at him again, and his eyes held the question. What was her answer?
The question in his eyes turned to surprise. Apparently, this guy didn't get questioned very often. An image flitted through her mind, the two of them together at a table, lit with candles, Hope's head thrown back in laughter.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Did you do that, too?"
He had the grace to look sheepish. "Will you go to dinner with me?"
His head snapped up, and his mouth fell open. "Why not?"
"Because I'm having dinner with my parents tonight. But you didn't answer my question? Why do you want to take me out?"
It was his turn to peruse her. His eyes started at her feet, and slowly worked their way up her body. By the time they reached her face, Hope was squirming. "Why not?" The timbre of his voice washed over her, like it had yesterday, and Hope actually felt her breasts get heavier, as if they were swelling out of her bra.
Why not, indeed?
"Okay, my lunch is from one to two."
"I'll pick you up here, then? At one o'clock?"
Hope nodded, suddenly speechless again, unable to look away as he turned his long, lean frame and deftly descended the steps. Suppressing the urge to do a happy dance, lest he turn around and catch her, she scurried inside the library.
I am a big, big fan of angel romances. I remember a couple of years back when they started becoming a "BIG" thing and I was all over it. Some were excellent, some were a good read and some were just bandwagon jumpers. I declare this series........ dun, dun DUUUUUNNNNNN.......
I do love being dramatic. I absolutely HATE that I haven't started this series from the beginning. It has everything I look for in my favorite romances. Great writing, pretty, shiny characters, smart and snappy dialogue and (wait for it.....) ANGEL SEX!! Now, I have never denied being a bit on the pervy side, so it shouldn't shock anyone that the thought of all those sleek feathers, coupled with bulging mangel muscles, just does it for me. Then there's the whole corrupting a divine being thing.
In this case "The Boss" is pretty much pimping out his four faves, so the corrupting thing isn't too much of an issue. And bless Gabriel's little heart, he likes a curvy girl. I knew we were God's favorites. Ha, take that all you size zeros. (and just in case the "Bossman" is listening.... I'm available)
Jump into this sexy series. It will make you smile, laugh and even sweat a tad. It might even make this backslider warm a pew one Sunday morning. Job well done. Brava.
Anne Conley lives in a small town in East Texas, with her husband, two kids and numerous goats. She brazenly stole her pseudonym from her great-grandmother, a true pioneer woman who raised seven kids alone: churning butter, plucking chickens, knitting clothes, and putting coal oil on every visible wound. Anne’s Stories of serendipity feature real people, living life and finding love in a small town. She also has a Paranormal Romance series, the Four Winds about archangels “falling” in love and coping with turning into humans her writing is escapist therapy, and she succumbs to it every chance she gets.