Angel with Attitude [NOOK Book]


Valerie Grace isn't quite sure how she went from heavenly angel to plunging into the killer whale tank at Niagara Falls' MarineLand, but that's what's happened. All she knows is that earth can be a tough place for a fallen angel, what with all the demon Tempters lurking around every corner, anxious to recruit her to the "other team" - the evil team. All she can do is keep an eye out for the elusive Key to Heaven, try to help people, and hope that somebody up there notices what an angel she is, even if she's not ...
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Valerie Grace isn't quite sure how she went from heavenly angel to plunging into the killer whale tank at Niagara Falls' MarineLand, but that's what's happened. All she knows is that earth can be a tough place for a fallen angel, what with all the demon Tempters lurking around every corner, anxious to recruit her to the "other team" - the evil team. All she can do is keep an eye out for the elusive Key to Heaven, try to help people, and hope that somebody up there notices what an angel she is, even if she's not literally one anymore. And try to avoid that really cute tempter, the one with the pale gray eyes and hypnotic smile, the one that makes her forget her own name and the fact that she's supposed to be a good girl.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780446553605
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 12/14/2008
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 555,132
  • File size: 339 KB

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Angel with Attitude

By Michelle Rowen


Copyright © 2006 Michelle Rouillard
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-61699-0

Chapter One

Falling out of Heaven is the easy part. It's landing that's difficult.

Luckily-or unluckily, as the case may be-someone up there had a strange sense of humor. She could have landed anywhere in the earthly realm. Pavement, grass, the middle of the ocean ...

... MarineLand in Niagara Falls. Or, more precisely, the killer whale tank at MarineLand.


The cold water jarred her from her free-fall daze and she thrashed about, eyes wide. What just happened? She'd been reading a scroll. A golden scroll somebody had thrust into her hands. Something about the rules of being a fallen angel, and then ... then what?

She swallowed a large mouthful of water and started to choke before she slipped under.

And then somebody pushed me.

Somebody pushed her out of Heaven.

Son of a b-

She bobbed above the water and gasped for air before going under again. Then suddenly she felt herself forcefully yanked above the waterline. Somebody had hold of her upper arm. Ouch. An extremely tight hold.

Her first impression of being a human? Pain sucked.

The large black-and-white killer whale-where did it get that name from, anyhow? she thought with growing panic-nudged her leg curiously as she was dragged out ofthe tank. She could hear applause and cheers from somewhere, but her vision was too blurry to see more than just shapes and colors.

"Miss? What exactly do you think you're doing? Is this some sort of joke?"

She opened her mouth to respond with, "Mahhhhh." This actually meant: "I need to go back to Heaven. There's been a huge mistake. Somebody, anybody, help me!," but her first incomprehensible word was followed with a, "Bahhhh."

The blurry dot of a human peered closer at her. "Are you okay?"

She knew enough to shake her head. No. She wasn't okay. Not even close to being okay.

"Where did you come from?"

She blinked at the human, then pointed up. He followed the direction of her finger, then looked at her with confusion.

"I ... I ... fell from ...," she began, happy she could finally speak, but then abruptly shut her mouth.

What had the golden scroll said? Do not tell anyone you are a fallen one ... Don't say we didn't warn you.

She rubbed her eyes, which helped make the human, who turned out to be a uniformed security guard, a little less blurry, then wracked her equally blurry mind for something to say. Anything. "I ... I ... was skydiving. My ... chute didn't open."

She couldn't believe her ears. She'd just lied for the first time. And actually, it sounded pretty good, all things considered.

The applause slowed, and a male voice shouted above the crowd: "Dude! She's, like, totally naked! Get the camera!"

She swallowed and looked down at herself. "Uh ... nude skydiving. It's the latest thing. Haven't you heard?"

The security guard was having a difficult time keeping his attention fully on her face and his expression turned skeptical. "Nude skydiving. Right."

Okay, maybe she wasn't as good a liar as she'd thought.

"Where am I?" she managed.

"MarineLand." At her frown of confusion, he continued, "In Niagara Falls."

Niagara Falls. That meant that she just fell ... to the Falls?

She looked up at the clouds and shot whomever might be watching a very dirty look.

"What's the date today?"

"Are you kidding?"

"I wish I was. Date? What is it?"

"It's September the thirtieth. A Saturday. Good enough?" He eyed her warily. "What's your name?"

She knew this one. She didn't seem to have anything else, but she did have a name. "It's V-v-valerie. Valerie Grace."

He frowned, then reached into his pocket. "Then this must be yours. I was just about to turn it in to lost and found."

It was a small, black leather wallet. After closer inspection, she discovered it contained a birth certificate with her name on it and a hundred dollars in cash. There was also a torn piece of paper with the handwritten words "Paradise Inn" and an address.

The security guard tapped the paper. "That motel's just around the corner. Are you staying there?"

It hurt to think. "I ... I guess I might be."

Somebody approached from behind and was trying to slip something over her head. Remembering what the scroll said, she instinctively began to fight against whomever or whatever it was. "Demon!" she shrieked. "Get away from me!"

"No," the security guard assured her. "It's only a T-shirt, Ms. Grace. To cover you up. I think the crowd has gotten enough pictures today, don't you think? Why don't I get a taxi for you? Then you can go back to your motel and maybe ... rest a bit?"

She clutched his arm. "Have you seen any demons? They're very dangerous. I have to get back to Heaven as soon as possible. This is all a horrible, horrible mistake."

The water in the tank had been very cold and she started to shiver as the sun disappeared behind some clouds in the otherwise clear sky.

The guard eyed her strangely. "Let's start with the taxi, shall we?"

Get hold of yourself, Valerie, she commanded herself. The golden scroll was right. Anyone who listened to her would think she was insane. She'd been human for only five minutes and even she could see that.

She nodded at him and tried not to cry.

This was a mistake. She hadn't done anything to warrant this. She had to go back. They'd take her back, wouldn't they? She'd always been an angel, it was all she knew. All she ever wanted to know.

The security guard shuffled her through the swelling crowd. As they passed a group of four leering teenage boys, he confiscated a digital camera to their loud and angry protests.

All a mistake.


She got in a taxi and left MarineLand headed for the Paradise Inn with three things to her name. A complimentary BOOM BOOM THE KILLER WHALE oversized T-shirt, the security guard's home phone number ("we should get together for drinks when you're feeling better"), and the absolute, unwavering determination to get back to Heaven as soon as humanly possible.

You've got to be kidding me, Val thought with despair. Is this part of my punishment, too?

The taxi had let her off in front of a run-down motel just off the main strip of Niagara Falls. She stood in place in her oversized T-shirt, her long, wet blond hair hanging like a drippy curtain over her right shoulder, clutching the wallet against her chest, and just stared at the Paradise Inn.

All Val had ever known in her existence had been Heaven. And Heaven, as was common knowledge, was perfect. Whatever one's idea of perfection was, that is how Heaven became to suit them. Beauty as far as the eye could see, clean and comfortable and flawless in every way.

This, however, was a whole other story.

The Paradise Inn had seen better days. To say the least. It was run-down, with roof tiles missing and a big crack in the tacky fifties-style sign. It looked tired and old and only days away from being demolished.

Val closed her eyes for a moment and tried to think of Heaven. It wasn't cold there, for one thing. Always the perfect temperature. She never felt alone because there was always someone with her or very close by. She felt needed there, not discarded like a bubblegum wrapper. She knew what to expect and that there was nothing to fear there. And, also ... also-

She frowned. She knew what it was like, how great it was, but as she tried to picture it, the images in her head started to become a little fuzzy. She opened her eyes again and swallowed hard, feeling a wave of panic flood her as she saw where she really was.

It was one thing to be abandoned, when it was so obviously a mistake, but to be led to an obvious dead end like this?

Her bottom lip wobbled. Maybe the nice cab driver-who had seemed so surprised to pick up a half-naked woman that he didn't even complain about the fact she was slightly soggy from her unexpected nosedive into the tank-would take her somewhere better than this. Somewhere appropriate where she could think about what she was going to do next, in comfort and luxury.

She turned back to the cab just as it pulled away from the curb.

"Wait!" she called, but it was too late.

She swallowed hard. The street was fairly busy. She could see another yellow taxi in the distance. She raised her hand as it approached.

But it didn't stop. Instead it drove right through a puddle, drenching Val in a small tidal wave of cold water. She sputtered and wiped at her face.

Her bottom lip began to wobble again.

She turned back around to face the motel.


Lucky me, she thought. There's a vacancy. Woo-hoo.

Just then, she heard a strange sound. She frowned and listened, then turned around to see that it was squealing tires. A rusty Volkswagen Jetta came to a screeching halt next to her. The passenger door flew open, and a man flew out who hit the sidewalk hard. The door slammed shut and the car sped off.

The man got to his feet, brushed off his faded jeans, and yelled, "Claire, baby! Come on ... I didn't do anything wrong!" He sighed heavily, and turned to glance absently at Val. "My girlfriend. She's the jealous type. No reason to be though." His gaze slowly tracked down Val's wet BOOM-BOOM-THE-KILLER-WHALE-T-shirt-and-nothing-else clad body. "Well, hello there, beautiful."

She looked at him warily. He was pleasant looking. A few inches taller than she, and with brown hair that was definitely receding. He smiled, which slightly showed off his crooked teeth and she noted that his brown eyes were friendly. She felt goose bumps form on her arms and took a step back.

"You're a demon, aren't you?" she asked quietly.

"I'm a what?"

"Demon. Please leave me alone. Don't come any closer."

He stared at her blankly, then laughed. "Is that what Claire called me before she took off? She's so cute. Must be a new pet name."

Val frowned at him, not sure what to think or do next.

He wagged a finger at her. "Don't I know you?"

She shook her head and shifted her bare feet nervously against the cool sidewalk.

"No, I know you. Those legs. Unforgettable." He snapped his fingers. "I've got it. That strip club down on Barrister Road ... What's it called again? ... Booty Call? Yeah, that's it. You're a strip ... er"-he cleared his throat-"I mean ... exotic dancer."

"Booty what?"

"Not that I go there anymore. Nah. Me and Claire, we've got something special between us. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me." He sighed and stared off in the direction of the speeding Jetta.

Val glanced in the same direction. "Claire is the woman who just threw you out of her car?"

He smiled dreamily and leaned his shoulder against the Pardise Inn signpost. "That's the one."

"And ... you think I'm a ... an exotic dancer?"

"Nothing to be ashamed of, gorgeous. Noble profession."

"I'm not." Val looked down at herself to note that the now wet T-shirt was, in fact, see-through. She crossed her arms. "Seriously. I'm not."

"If you say so," he grinned. "What's your name, gorgeous?"

"Valerie Grace."

"I'm Reggie." He reached out to shake her tentative hand. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to ... hey, you can let go now."

She clutched his hand. "I need to go back. You have to help me."

"Ow! You've got a grip on you, you know that?"

"I don't belong here." She swallowed hard and realized she was tearing up again. This man seemed nice enough. He couldn't be a demon. He would have tried to tempt her by now, and she certainly didn't feel very tempted, if that was worth anything. And if he was a demon, well, he seemed like a very nice one who meant no harm. He'd help her, wouldn't he? Grabbing the nearest thing seemed like her best course of action. The nearest thing, in this case, was his hand. Currently turning purple.

"So if you don't belong here, then leave! My hand! Alone!" He yanked away from her and looked at her warily. "Where are you from, anyhow?"

"Heaven." She sniffed, ran a hand under her nose and tried not to cry. She turned her gaze away to stare at the seedy motel.

"Heaven." He frowned. "Is that another strip club? What town is that in?"

"It's not a strip club." She was about to tell him about what happened to her. That they'd kicked her out of Heaven for no reason. That it was a huge mistake because she'd never done anything to deserve this kind of treatment. She was a great angel! Her last job review had even said so. And management always did very detailed report scrolls. What had hers said again? She thought about it and came up blank. She frowned. Why couldn't she remember?

She wiped a tear away. "It's been a really bad day. That's all. Sorry for freaking out a bit."

Reggie shook his head. "The beautiful ones are always a bit nutty. My girlfriend is, too. Totally understandable. Probably your time of the month, right?"

"My what?"

He waved his hand. "Forget I asked. So, are you staying here?" Reggie nodded at the motel.

She swallowed. "Not if I can help it."

"Then what are you doing here?"

She pulled the ratty piece of paper out of her wallet and showed it to him. He squinted at it, then took it away from her.

"Oh, you must be here for the job," he said.

"For the what?" She glanced at the paper and was surprised to see that the motel name and address wasn't the only thing written on it anymore.

It also had "B. Barlow," and "1:00 P.M." on it. It hadn't said that before, she was almost positive. Then again, since her plunge, she hadn't really been thinking clearly.

"I'll let him know you're here," Reggie said, and before Val could say anything, he headed for the center section of the U-shaped motel, where a sign read MANAGER'S OFFICE.

Her immediate thought was to run away, to flee, but where was she going to go? She needed somewhere safe to stay. Somewhere she could think about what to do next. Figure out how to get in contact with somebody Up There to help sort things out. So she could go back.

She crossed her arms protectively in front of her, shivering from being wet for too long. Before she had a chance to have second thoughts about not running away, Reggie emerged from the office with a white-haired old man who eyed her curiously as they approached.

"You're here for the job?" the old man asked her.

Reggie snatched the paper out of her hand and showed it to him before she could say anything. Not that she knew what to say.

The old man looked up from the paper, crooked a white eyebrow, and smiled at her. A warm, friendly smile that made deep lines fan out from his blue eyes. "That will not do for a uniform, I'm afraid, young lady."

Val looked down at herself, feeling embarrassed for the first time. "This, I, uh ..."

Well, that sounded intelligent, she thought.

"It's a pleasure to meet you ..." He stretched out his hand and seemed to be waiting for something.

"Her name's Valerie," Reggie piped up.

She stepped closer to the motel and out of the way of two young boys riding skateboards. They stared at her lack of clothes with wide eyes as they passed by.


Excerpted from Angel with Attitude by Michelle Rowen Copyright © 2006 by Michelle Rouillard. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2006

    Too good for words!

    You HAVE to read this book. It's the best book I've EVER read! Michelle Rowan is a sheer genius! She has extended the imagination people have for heaven and hell and put that all in a book. Whoever is reading this, you MUST MUST MUST read it. Please listen to my words of advice and READ this. If you don't, you will regret this. Please just read this. PLEASE? :)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2013

    Interesting take on heaven

    Good but a little too romancy. I still wish that they had just denied everyone and run off it woked out a little too perfectly and also had no clifhanger that any good book should have. There was also too much self pitty

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2012

    fun and entertaining

    It was a funny and kight read. I really enjoyed it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2012

    Missed opportunity.

    For the first third or so, I really liked this book. It seemed like it was setting things up for a really good twist at the end. I thought it was going to be a "things aren't always what they seem, or what you've been taught they are". Kind of a "the guy wearing the white hat isn't always the good guy" king of thing. But while there was a minor twist at the end, I found it to be a major let down and the main story-line turned out to be very predictable after all.

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  • Posted April 14, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Wish this was a series!

    This was an excellent read! It was sassy and spunky with great romantic spice. I spent a wonderful rainy afternoon reading this book. I wish the author would have made this into a series. The characters are enjoyable and have heart. I loved the idea of an angel that gets kicked out of heaven; even better was the idea of a really hot demon that is assigned to tempt her to hell (literally and figuratively speaking). It made connecting with the characters very intriguing and enjoyable. I have already recommended this book several times to my girlfriends and to my book club.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 4, 2008

    Heavenly Goodness

    Sometimes you finish a good, close it with a smile, and nod. 'That was good,' you say, and put it in the pile of paperbacks that you'll keep to read again down the road and not donate to the local thrift shop. Then sometimes you finish and say, 'Why the hell didn't this hit the bestseller lists?' In the case of 'Angel With Attitude', it's a question I'm not sure I can answer. Honestly, I'm left trying to figure that one out. On the other hand it's a book I had trouble finishing. Why? Because it's good. Damned good. With a great line-up of characters like AwA has, it's hard saying goodbye at the end of the book. Anyway, one of the first things to mention -- wow. Just wow. Michelle Rowen (though I'd never doubted before) can write... emotion. And not just love, lust as so many romance authors seem limited to. You're so very aware of everything Rowen's perky fallen angel, Valerie, feels -- her pain, fear, desolation. It must go with her overall power of descriptions -- Rowen has fantastic settings. 'Unpredictable' is such an underrated plus in the swarming paranormal/fantasy genres so popular now, where everything seems to tend towards variation off the medieval. After all, who'd have thought that Dante's famed Underworld looks like... well... now... I can't tell you that, now can I? They are multidimensional. They are compelling. They are enticing and sexy. And at times, they're sometimes rats. (Literally.) They are the cast of Angel With Attitude. Yowza, Rowen, They are good. The central pair is... captivating. 'Incandescent' also comes to mind. The side characters rock -- and even they're never quite what they seem. I won't say anything so obvious as 'Nathaniel is hot', however. Hello -- demon! It goes along with hailing from the land of hellfire and brimstone, eh? And as refreshingly complex and enjoyable as Angel's plot runs, there's always the one-line, glib remark from our heroine, or well-placed reference to pop culture that keeps it rooted to reality throughout. And yes, once I willed myself to actually quit procrastinating (and rereading the rest of the book) and read it, I loved the ending. Kudos to the author of this -- well, it ain't fanged... but... it's still a fabulous book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 24, 2006

    Laugh out Loud - Fast Paced - Page Turner

    Break out the Calgon and take yourself away with Angel with Attitude, especially if you've just had a bad day, because you will definitely be turning that frown upside down. This is escapism at its best with a sympathetic hero and heroine, with believable weaknesses and even better strengths, butterfly in your tummy sexual tension, quirky characters, plot twists and Ms. Rowen's talent for creating witty dialogue.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2006

    Angel With Attitude

    It was pretty good, especially for a new author. I liked Angel better than bitten. Waiting for her next book. Hope it's also about heaven etc. :)

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Excellent romantic fantasy

    One moment Valerie Grace was an angel in heaven studying the Golden Scroll Edition 2.1 focusing on what to do and avoid as a Fallen Angel residing amidst humans on earth the next nanosecond someone pushes her out and she lands naked in the killer whale tank of Niagara Falls¿ MarineLand. When you're hot for a demon, you might as well kiss your halo good-bye. Her first taste of humility make that humanity is pain when someone roughly yanks her out of the cold water. --- Homesick after just a few seconds of learning how the misfortunate masses live after never tasted anything but heavenly perfection, she stays at the inappropriately named Paradise Inn with only a wet Boom Boom the Killer Whale T-shirt as her garb. There she meets Reggie the rat who assumes she is a stripper. Two months later, a thug tries to rape her but Tempter Demon Nathaniel rescues her. The alluring Tempter Demon entices her to say yes to his removing her loneliness and woes, but instead she sneezes all over him. Her hope to return is dashed by nine year old psychic Garry whose only advice is to follow her heart, but that leads back to Nathaniel, who acts like a demon in love. --- Anyone who reads a Michelle Rowen romantic fantasy is BITTEN AND SMITTEN to obtain more of her works. Her latest stars a fallen from grace ANGEL WITH ATTITUDE trying to adapt to being earthbound yet seeking the key to go home even if she feels she has found a bit of heaven when Bartholomew kisses her. Her antics with the Tempter Demon, the talking rat, and psychics make for an amusing heavenly romance with a hell of a price to pay for not reading it. --- Harriet Klausner

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