Divinely Ruined

Divinely Ruined

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by Diane Alberts

He might make her fall from grace...

Rebecca's life sucked before she became an angel. Crappy apartment, awful jobs, abusive boyfriends—it was no wonder she jumped at the chance to escape it all and become a real live angel. The problem is Rebecca's not very angelic, and she'll have to do more to earn her wings than end her love affair with the

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He might make her fall from grace...

Rebecca's life sucked before she became an angel. Crappy apartment, awful jobs, abusive boyfriends—it was no wonder she jumped at the chance to escape it all and become a real live angel. The problem is Rebecca's not very angelic, and she'll have to do more to earn her wings than end her love affair with the word f—er, frick.

Especially when she's assigned to save single father Tony Weis, whose less-than-pure thoughts wreak hell on a telepathic angel's nerves. It's all Rebecca can do to keep her hands off him...but when she loses her memory injuring herself to save Tony's daughter, now it's Tony's turn to be her angel and care for her. But will Tony's devotion tempt her from her angelic path, even if it means being human again?

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Divinely Ruined

By Diane Alberts, Edited by Adrien-Luc Sander

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2012 Diane Alberts
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ISBN: 978-1-62266-920-2


Angel Rule #1: Never lie to your assignment.

From the moment Rebecca set out to become an angel, she'd known she wasn't the ideal candidate. She cursed. She coveted. She thought highly uncharitable thoughts — and those uncharitable thoughts often led to losing her temper.

Just like she had this morning.

It wasn't her fault. The assistant kitchen angel wouldn't give her any apple pie. Rebecca would swear until she turned blue in the face that the wench deliberately skipped over her — and Rebecca really, really liked apple pie. But she'd made herself cool off, and even apologize ... until the brat had stuck her tongue out.

That was when the hair-pulling had started.

Like that wretch would ever earn her wings, either. Hmph.

Rebecca rubbed at the bite-mark the stupid brat had left on her forearm, and leaned against a telephone pole. Across the street, a U-Haul truck sat before a modestly sized house. Boxes strewed across the sidewalk. A little girl sat on the steps, clutching a doll in her arms. Her eyes were grave, and her chestnut hair gleamed in the sunlight. She was beautiful, Rebecca thought. As beautiful as the child Rebecca would never have.

She pushed those thoughts away. Her training — a strenuous ten-hour daily lecture combined with good old hands-on experience — warned her against dwelling on her mortal life, or the personal sacrifices she'd made to answer a higher calling. She'd tried, especially after the Archangel of New Recruit Training, Her Holiness and Eminence Miss Sally of the Disapproving Stare, had held her back an extra year.

Most aspiring angels were allowed contact with humans after the mandatory twelve-month training program. It had taken Rebecca two and a half years of endless book studies and lectures on why slouching was bad for her shoulders before Sally even considered letting her accept a case on Earth — and now here she was.

She believed she just might be stalling.

No, there was no "might" about it. Rebecca tore herself from her pensive thoughts and looked away from the child. She wasn't here for the girl.

She was here for one Anthony Richard Weis, single father of four-year-old Miranda and a man sorely in danger of losing his soul.

A gruff voice rumbled from inside the U-Haul, echoing throughout the cavernous space. Well. He had a mouth on him, didn't he? The tips of Rebecca's ears heated, but she lifted her chin, wiped her sweaty hands on her skirt, and crossed the street to the truck.

She could do this. All she had to do was make sure Anthony remained on sound moral footing. In the course of three years, Anthony had lost his job, his house, and the mother of his child — and would soon commit a murder. Her job consisted of stepping into his life and persuading him to take the higher ground. Or in this case, not to kill anyone.

Easy enough, right?

Except that Rebecca had never really succeeded at much in life, unless there was an award for sucking the most. Her life before Sally had been a miserable failure. She couldn't fail again. She had this situation under control, and she would succeed.

Why, then, was she so nervous?

Maybe because her entire life depended on this mission. Her future as an angel. A purpose that would finally make her life mean something.

She couldn't panic now.

She'd been chosen by God as one of the elite few humans given the opportunity to become an angel. A real, honest-to-goodness, ever-serene angel.

She just had to get Tony to believe in God, and in her. And work on that serenity thing. Then, maybe she'd be the person she'd always wanted to be. Maybe she'd no longer be a failure. Maybe she'd no longer be alone.

Maybe, just maybe ... she'd finally be whole.

* * *

Tony threw the box into the stack in the back of the truck. It tumbled back down. The packing tape, which he'd only haphazardly slapped on in the first place, snapped. Mismatched dishware spilled across the floor. Two plates shattered. Tony snarled, swore, and climbed into the truck to pick up the pieces. He was in no mood for this.

He was rarely in the mood for anything except Miranda — but these days, no one would be surprised by that. Jane had walked out on him. She hadn't even stuck around for the divorce. Instead she'd left him with overwhelming daycare expenses, a never-ending stream of diapers, and the stress that came with finding affordable housing on a single father's income. A plumber's paycheck only went so far, especially when he missed out on doubling his hourly rate for those lucrative on-call jobs.

He'd only become a plumber when his father passed away. He'd been an accountant before. Lucrative, but with brutal hours. But when Mike Weis left him the family business, it was either sell off a company his father had spent a lifetime building, or take over his legacy. Jane had said she was on board. She'd obviously lied. Once they'd moved into the suburbs to be closer to his father's established client base, she'd acted like every minute there was torture. Who knew a white picket fence and a homeowner's association were the equivalent of waterboarding at Guantanamo.

Once she left him, the three a.m. house calls were no longer an option, unless it was a wake-up call to feed a fussy baby. Late night feedings had turned into late night nightmares and under-the-bed monster inspections, but it didn't change that Miranda still needed him. Then again, he needed his baby girl, too.

She was the only good thing he had left.

Tony sighed, set the fragments of porcelain down, and ran his fingers through his hair. He really should be able to let this go. It had been over three years now, and Miranda was still a joy, no matter the difficulties of raising her alone. It was too hot to be stressing himself out, anyway. He was practically giving off heat waves like molten blacktop, and sweat was a gritty extra layer between his shirt and his skin. He needed an ice cream break — or a beer.

Ice cream. Miranda loved ice cream, and right now he needed to watch her face brighten and her eyes light up. Needed her laughter, and those tiny arms around his neck to remind him why he worked so hard. He climbed out of the truck and started toward the porch.

He only made it two steps.

Two steps, before he stopped and stared at the woman at the foot of the ramp.

She cocked her head to the side and watched him with eyes as blue as the summer sky above. Her shockingly bright red hair cascaded to her hips, and clung to the damp film on ivory shoulders just beginning to dew with sweat. The faint sheen of perspiration made her seem to glow in the sun. A small splotch of freckles splayed across her nose.

She was impossibly beautiful.

Which meant he had sunstroke, and this was a hallucination.

Tony ground his fists against his eyes — but when he looked again, she was still there. She was real. Very real, and watching him as if waiting for him to say something.

He cleared his throat. "Can I help you?"

She smiled. The ironic little twist of her lips roused an answering twist in his gut, tight and hot. He shoved it down with zero remorse. Women like her were nothing but trouble. They used their looks to get what they wanted, then abandoned men after they'd used them up and sucked them dry. Heartless, every last one of them.

The woman faltered, looking at him strangely, before her smile returned. "I'm looking for Anthony Weis. Are you him, by any chance?"

Tony shrugged. She probably needed a plumber. She was a bit late. "Yeah, but I'm out of business. You'll have to find someone else. I'm moving."

He swung himself down the ramp to the asphalt and pushed past the woman without another glance. As he strode up the walk, Miranda looked at him with those wide, solemn eyes that made him ache. No one so young should have eyes so old.

"Hey, darling," he murmured, and sat on the steps. Miranda smiled and rested her tiny hand on his knee. His heart lurched, and he swallowed hard. She still trusted him so much, even though he'd not only failed to keep his father's business afloat, but failed to provide for her. He'd failed her, and it was his fault they were now forced to move into a cramped two-bedroom apartment in Dallas.

"You hot, Daddy?" she asked.

"Mmhm. Very." He smiled and leaned closer. She tipped her adorable face up to his. "I wish we could find something to help us cool off." He tilted his head, thinking. "Something cold, I think. Something ... chocolaty. Maybe with sprinkles. If only I could think of the name ... "

She raised a hand and grinned, practically bouncing. "Oh! I know! I know!"

He arched a brow. "Know what?"

"Ice cream, Daddy." She giggled, covering her mouth. "It's called ice cream."

He slapped his forehead and rolled his eyes. "Now, however did I forget that? I love ice cream more than anyone else."

"No you don't, Daddy. I do!" She squeezed his hand, her eyes wide and earnest. "We go?"

"You have to pay the Daddy tax, first." He pointed to his cheek and waited. She laughed and planted a big, wet — very wet — kiss on his jaw. Tony smiled and took her hand. "Paid in full. Okay, let's go."

The excitement in Miranda's eyes reminded Tony so much of her mother, before things had gone sour. He swallowed back on his bitterness, and the shame that came with it. Shame would inevitably lead to hatred, and he wouldn't ruin Miranda's happiness with his ugly mood.

It wasn't her fault, anyway. Wasn't her fault that her laughter reminded him how badly her mother had broken his heart. Jane was the primary reason he didn't trust women. In his opinion, men and women were better off if they stuck to satisfying their mutual needs now and then, and left each other alone the other three hundred and sixty four days of the year. None of this bullshit about relationships.

None of this bullshit about love.

Never again.

Miranda was the only love he needed, and she looked at him right now, nearly squirming with eagerness.

"Now, Daddy?"

"Sure," he said, and stood with her little hand curled in his. "Off we go."

Miranda hopped to her feet. Patches of sweat darkened her dress, which stirred sluggishly in the subtle breeze. Tony picked up her wide-brimmed sun hat and plopped it onto her head. She giggled, tipped the hat up, and looked down the walk.

"Daddy, who is she? Is she coming, too?"

Tony jerked and tore his eyes away from his daughter. The woman was still there, standing on the sidewalk and watching them with that same wry smile. Why the hell was she even hanging around, let alone eavesdropping on a private conversation with his daughter?

He clenched his jaw and forced each word out clearly and slowly. "Look, lady, I told you I'm closed. I'm a little busy now, so I'd like you to leave."

The woman ignored him, sat down on the porch step, and offered her hand to Miranda. "Hi there."

Miranda looked between Tony and the woman, her eyes wide and confused. Tony drew a deep breath and clenched his fists. This was getting out of hand — and the moment she went near his daughter, she turned from a minor irritation into a potential threat. Who did she think she was?

She caught his eye. "You can yell at me if you want, but it won't do any good. I'm not leaving. I'm here on a mission."

Tony stared at the woman, raising a brow. A mission. Seriously? A — No. He didn't want to know. He drew his daughter away from the woman's outstretched hand and urged her up the steps. "Miranda, honey, go inside and find your baby dolls. Bring them out so we can put them in the truck." The entire time, he watched the woman warily. She said nothing, only dropping her hand to her lap.

Miranda pouted. "But we can't pack them, Daddy. They'll get scared."

"Of course not, pumpkin. I'd never want to scare them. You know that. Put them on the swing. In the sun." Tony kept his voice mild for his daughter's sake, but the moment Miranda scurried inside, he turned to the woman and bit off, "You need to leave. Now."

If she didn't, he'd call the cops. Maybe he was overreacting, but he didn't play when it came to Miranda's safety. He'd rather let the cops deal with the woman than tangle with her himself, and run the risk of hurting her.

"Call the cops if it makes you feel better." She shrugged. "But I won't leave. I'm here under the power of a higher authority, and you won't get rid of me until I'm done."

Tony frowned. He was fairly certain he hadn't spoken out loud. Maybe that sunstroke was worse than he'd thought.

She chuckled. "You don't have sunstroke. Before you ask —" She raised a hand. "Yes, I heard you think that. The grace of God does funny things. My freckles aren't that dark, by the way." Her smile faded and she stood, regarding him with a somber gaze. "I'm here to save your soul, Anthony Weis."

Tony choked on an incredulous laugh. "This is the part where you strip, right? And sing some stupid little jingle? Who put you up to this?" Anger burned through his veins. "And in front of Miranda, you —"

His mouth dried. His thoughts filled with the image of the woman — undulating around him, lithe and curved, naked except for a few strategically placed scarves. In his mind's eye, her pale skin shone through the misty fabric, and her mouth was a luscious, ripe temptation, glistening red.

Her clipped voice snapped him back to reality. "I'm not a stripper. I told you, I'm here on a mission. It doesn't involve —" She flapped a hand with a huffy sound. Pink stained her cheeks. "— that."

Tony cleared his throat and shrugged. "Look, this has been great. I needed a laugh. It's been a crappy day. But I'm done. Get lost before I really do call the police."

He turned away and headed down the walk, back to the truck. Frigging nutjob. Hot or not, she was the last thing he needed to cap off this already shitty day.

"I'm sorry you're having a bad day," she called after him. Her voice was musical, its cadence lyrical. "But I'm not a nutjob. I'm here to help you, whether you believe me or not."

That was it. He'd end this game right here and now. Tony whirled to face her. "Okay, lady. If you can read my mind, answer this."

How many times did Jane and I make love before she left me in the dirt?

He stared at her and waited. He'd expected a wild guess, or a challenging deflection. What he didn't expect was the warmth in her eyes, or the sympathy. She studied him in silence. Her lips trembled, just for a moment. Her lashes swept down, and she looked away.

"Four hundred and seventy-two," she said, each word soft with sorrow. "One hundred and twelve until you were gifted with Miranda. One last time, in anger and in hatred, before she left."

The memories shot through him with every word. Every thought that had played through his mind over and over each time he'd asked himself why, when he'd thought ... he'd thought they were so good together. He'd started counting after the very first time. Their picnic date had ended in a summer shower that left them drenched and scrambling for the car. They'd laughed all the way back to her place, until that laughter turned to kisses. Caresses. More. And he'd counted each time they'd made love since, so he'd never forget.

Even if now, he wished he could.

Tony sank down on the nearest box, legs numb, chest tight. He stared at the woman. "Who — what are you?"

She knelt before him and laid her slender hand atop his knee. Just like Miranda. He tensed. Her fingers were warm, even through his jeans, and shot a jolt of fire straight through him. He shoved her away and scooted out of reach. He didn't need a strange woman's touch. He'd had enough of that to last a lifetime.

"I'm an angel," she said, "and I'm here to save you."

Tony tried to speak, but the words lodged in his throat. If angels existed, they would look like this woman. But she couldn't be an angel; he didn't believe in angels. He'd have to believe in God for that, and he'd given up on faith a long time ago.


Excerpted from Divinely Ruined by Diane Alberts, Edited by Adrien-Luc Sander. Copyright © 2012 Diane Alberts. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Divinely Ruined 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The depth of emotion in this story really shocked me, in a good way. It balances dry humor with these surprisingly deep moments where Tony and Rebecca keep hurting each other on the way to healing each other, and even if it's necessary it made me tear up more than once. It's not often that a book can make me feel this much, this deeply, in such a few short pages. One minute I'm close to tears, the next I'm laughing. I'd definitely recommend this story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was an excellent read! Such a fun take on angels, and I couldn't put it down. This is not just another angel book, it's the best angel book ever.
Muffet More than 1 year ago
I really loved this book. A very diffrent storyline. Great read.I agree with the other reviewer one minute your almost in tears and the next you are laughing. Not to spoil anything but I love a book that can do that. .I have read everything by Miss Alberts and I have to say I have loved every single one. I still love her novel RECLAIMED and am waiting for another in that series. I still enjoyed everybook she has written. Job well done Diane job well done.
SmittenWithReading More than 1 year ago
My Review: This book was truly just an enjoyable read. I loved the story line. Rebecca is trying to earn her wings after a not-so-great life. Her goal, to keep Tony from committing a sin that will condemn his soul which will earn her those wings. But instead she finds herself in danger of never becoming an angel at all. When she arrives at Tony's, she is very upfront about what she is and why she's there. I loved this part of the story because she can hear all of Tony's thoughts and they are certainly NOT pure about her...hehe. At the beginning, despite his attraction to her, they have a very antagonistic relationship towards each other. The back and forth biting between them is sarcastic, witty, and fun. I really enjoyed this part of the story. Rebecca is definitely NOT what you normally consider as angelic, but she is trying. Both of these characters have had less than ideal lives. Honestly, they both have issues with their faith, especially with their faith in themselves. I liked watching them grow individually through their relationship with each other. I also really loved the 4 yo in the story, Miranda. She definitely provides a positive place to land within the story line. Rebecca is brash, short-tempered, and trying her best to find a new life as an angel. She's trying so hard to do everything right. Tony has lost everything in his life beside his daughter Miranda. He's floundering, unhappy, and incredibly vulnerable. The chemistry between them is sizzling especially since an involvement between them will mean no wings for Rebecca. It's a no-win situation. After Rebecca loses her memory, it's especially heartbreaking to watch Tony try to resist her. Their attraction is so true...how can it be wrong? I LOVED this book. Like I said, it was the perfect little read for a nice diversion. Just a fun and beautiful book to read!
KikiD870 More than 1 year ago
Divinely Ruined is the first in a new trilogy, Divine Temptations, by author Diane Alberts. I was excited to be asked to review this book because the concept was new and different from anything I have read. This was a fantastic book that I truly enjoyed reading. It was a fresh new take on both the romance genre and the angel/godmother theme, and it was extremely well done. Rebecca is anything but typical angel material, which I loved. She was real, sometimes pretty dark, and that made her all the more lovable as a character. It wasn't all sunshine and clouds with her, but a real life with real pain. Tony, too, had his dark moments and painful past. The two together are an seemingly an unlikely pair, but a perfect one. There were moments that were absolutely giggle-worthy, and just as many that made you want to wrap your arms around them and take away the pain. This is a book that covers a whole rollercoaster of emotions and makes you feel them all right along with the characters. I couldn't put this book down and I can't wait for the next one!
RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Meli Book provided by the publisher for review Review originally posted at Romancing the Book Rebecca is a woman set out to make things right. All her life has been centered on bad things and now she has a chance to make everything right. Problem is that her job is to make Tony go into the right path and not destruction. Hard to do for here is a man who doesn’t well believe. I loved the spin of this story and have to say Diane Alberts did a great job in even making this reader a believer. Tony is your typical father who has had his life turned upside down. Now Rebecca is not a woman to back down easily and this was great in the book. The attraction is there but man Diane Alberts sure knows how to make Tony work for the love. Great book and definitely an author that I will watch. Her book is smooth and well developed to the point where even I fell for Rebecca and her schemes in making things right.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kind of odd having an angel do some of the sexual things that are described in this book. I couldn't get into it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Book was boring.
AlwaysYAatHeart1 More than 1 year ago
Rebecca Chance has lived a life that has been anything but happy. She has had boyfriends who were abusive, terrible jobs, suffered through the death of family, and she has given up on her dreams. When presented with an opportunity to turn things around, she jumps at. Rebecca is an angel in training, and in the process of trying to earn her wings. Her first assignment is to save Tony Weis' soul, by keeping him from committing murder. Needles to say, Tony is pretty skeptical when this beautiful woman shows up claiming to be an angel and telling him she is there to save him. Did I mention that Rebecca has a problem with her mouth, which doesn't help the situation. Tony lives with his daughter Miranda, and is raising her alone after his wife left him, and he is very bitter with women because of this. Nevertheless, little Miranda is the light of his life and he would do anything for her. Rebecca refuses to fail at her first assignment and proceeds to move in with Tony and Miranda, determined she is going to save his soul. Rebecca is a very beautiful woman, and Tony, well he is pretty hot himself. Rebecca has very hard time keeping her thoughts about Tony pure. On top of that, she can read Tony's thoughts, and his thoughts regarding her are anything but pure, which makes the temptation that much harder. After an incident occurs that causes Rebecca lose her memory, Tony is determined to take care of her. The chemistry between Rebecca and Tony is off the charts, and this time, the situation is reversed with Rebecca pursuing Tony, and Tony trying to keep her pure until she gets her memory back, all the while being afraid of what will happen when she does. What will happen when Rebecca finally has to choose between love and becoming an angel? I really enjoyed this book. It is a great romance with a paranormal twist. This story is so much more than just another angel story. It's a story of woman and man trying to push past the hardships they have been dealt in life, trying to find love, happiness, and acceptance again. The story line is fun and entertaining, with its intense moments, and the romance......well let's just say it gets pretty hot, especially at the end. Divinely Ruined is short, fast-paced, and delightful read and if you love romance, this is a great story to read. Please note that are some adult scenes in this book that are not suitable for younger readers.
Cimmaron More than 1 year ago
Divinely Ruined is a sweet and light-hearted story and I instantly fell in love with its not so Angelic female heroine, Rebecca Chance. Alberts has a lovely way of making realistic characters and ones that are easy to fall in love with. If you’re looking for a quick, feel good paranormal romance with lots of heart then I would definitely recommend you pick up Divinely Ruined.
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