Saving Rachel from Fallen Angels (Paranormal Romance Suspense Series) 1
The journey is just beginning... The voluptuous Dr. Rachel Cranston is doing research in the Sappron Jungle. There are mythological battles of the world hanging by humanities wits and wisdom. Time is of the essence. A war older than time itself thrives here. Only to be awakened in humanities reality with a lucid dreamy affect the paint is still wet and the rules are changing. Everything hangs in the balance as we know it.
There are werewolves running about doing unheard things, unspoken taboos. Pure bred angles walk along the edges of clouds to only touch ground on a new battlefield, hears of star crossed lovers fight, side by side. Osiris is caught in the middle of it all. There's a fire within the eyes, fangs bearing, feathers falling and nothing will prepare you for the blood to be split.
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PART 1
As the twilight of morning came so did the rolling thunder accented by the misty sparkling rains. A figure is seen through the slices of light cutting through. The coffee maker begins to beep as Rachel stirs from her slumber. Getting up and grabbing some morning brew. She slowly becoming alive again she puts on an olive green halter top with double spaghetti straps, and layering it with her favorite tan button up shirt with the rolled up sleeves. Displaying some toned muscles. Accented by super low waisted black short that hug the dimensions of her hour glass figure. And finally the hair up with her hair sticks made of stainless steal, with the authentic look of the geisha her blue-black cinnamon brown with hints of silver all go into a twisty bun pony tail hair. Then some stretching and with that morning ritual completed now the exploration of the Sappron Jungle.
Upon the tall wavering grasses there’s unending varieties of wild herbs such as basil and chocolate mint, berry bushes of abundance with goose berries, currents and raspberries. Looking more closely at the surrounding trees she saw granny smith apples hanging, small black plums and even a mango tree. So she took a small break after filling, and documenting the findings and filling her back pack during the afternoons warming sun through the botanical gardens of the Sappron Jungle to recharge her mind and body before heading back to the make shift lab.
As Rachel approaches the sounds of her computers ring and hum. CHIRP… CHIRP, as her personal computer lets her know she has messages to be read. But the sound of shattering glass explodes, and a THWACK and a CURPLUNK sound like a whirlwind of out of control. So Rachel unhooks her backpack setting it down gently not to bruise all of her treasures found today. Then quickly grabs for her knife.
As she cautiously peeks around the half side wall she glimpses at what looks like a...
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There are werewolves running about doing unheard things, unspoken taboos. Pure bred angles walk along the edges of clouds to only touch ground on a new battlefield, hears of star crossed lovers fight, side by side. Osiris is caught in the middle of it all. There's a fire within the eyes, fangs bearing, feathers falling and nothing will prepare you for the blood to be split.
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PART 1
As the twilight of morning came so did the rolling thunder accented by the misty sparkling rains. A figure is seen through the slices of light cutting through. The coffee maker begins to beep as Rachel stirs from her slumber. Getting up and grabbing some morning brew. She slowly becoming alive again she puts on an olive green halter top with double spaghetti straps, and layering it with her favorite tan button up shirt with the rolled up sleeves. Displaying some toned muscles. Accented by super low waisted black short that hug the dimensions of her hour glass figure. And finally the hair up with her hair sticks made of stainless steal, with the authentic look of the geisha her blue-black cinnamon brown with hints of silver all go into a twisty bun pony tail hair. Then some stretching and with that morning ritual completed now the exploration of the Sappron Jungle.
Upon the tall wavering grasses there’s unending varieties of wild herbs such as basil and chocolate mint, berry bushes of abundance with goose berries, currents and raspberries. Looking more closely at the surrounding trees she saw granny smith apples hanging, small black plums and even a mango tree. So she took a small break after filling, and documenting the findings and filling her back pack during the afternoons warming sun through the botanical gardens of the Sappron Jungle to recharge her mind and body before heading back to the make shift lab.
As Rachel approaches the sounds of her computers ring and hum. CHIRP… CHIRP, as her personal computer lets her know she has messages to be read. But the sound of shattering glass explodes, and a THWACK and a CURPLUNK sound like a whirlwind of out of control. So Rachel unhooks her backpack setting it down gently not to bruise all of her treasures found today. Then quickly grabs for her knife.
As she cautiously peeks around the half side wall she glimpses at what looks like a...
Saving Rachel from Fallen Angels (Paranormal Romance Suspense Series) 1
The journey is just beginning... The voluptuous Dr. Rachel Cranston is doing research in the Sappron Jungle. There are mythological battles of the world hanging by humanities wits and wisdom. Time is of the essence. A war older than time itself thrives here. Only to be awakened in humanities reality with a lucid dreamy affect the paint is still wet and the rules are changing. Everything hangs in the balance as we know it.
There are werewolves running about doing unheard things, unspoken taboos. Pure bred angles walk along the edges of clouds to only touch ground on a new battlefield, hears of star crossed lovers fight, side by side. Osiris is caught in the middle of it all. There's a fire within the eyes, fangs bearing, feathers falling and nothing will prepare you for the blood to be split.
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PART 1
As the twilight of morning came so did the rolling thunder accented by the misty sparkling rains. A figure is seen through the slices of light cutting through. The coffee maker begins to beep as Rachel stirs from her slumber. Getting up and grabbing some morning brew. She slowly becoming alive again she puts on an olive green halter top with double spaghetti straps, and layering it with her favorite tan button up shirt with the rolled up sleeves. Displaying some toned muscles. Accented by super low waisted black short that hug the dimensions of her hour glass figure. And finally the hair up with her hair sticks made of stainless steal, with the authentic look of the geisha her blue-black cinnamon brown with hints of silver all go into a twisty bun pony tail hair. Then some stretching and with that morning ritual completed now the exploration of the Sappron Jungle.
Upon the tall wavering grasses there’s unending varieties of wild herbs such as basil and chocolate mint, berry bushes of abundance with goose berries, currents and raspberries. Looking more closely at the surrounding trees she saw granny smith apples hanging, small black plums and even a mango tree. So she took a small break after filling, and documenting the findings and filling her back pack during the afternoons warming sun through the botanical gardens of the Sappron Jungle to recharge her mind and body before heading back to the make shift lab.
As Rachel approaches the sounds of her computers ring and hum. CHIRP… CHIRP, as her personal computer lets her know she has messages to be read. But the sound of shattering glass explodes, and a THWACK and a CURPLUNK sound like a whirlwind of out of control. So Rachel unhooks her backpack setting it down gently not to bruise all of her treasures found today. Then quickly grabs for her knife.
As she cautiously peeks around the half side wall she glimpses at what looks like a...
There are werewolves running about doing unheard things, unspoken taboos. Pure bred angles walk along the edges of clouds to only touch ground on a new battlefield, hears of star crossed lovers fight, side by side. Osiris is caught in the middle of it all. There's a fire within the eyes, fangs bearing, feathers falling and nothing will prepare you for the blood to be split.
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PART 1
As the twilight of morning came so did the rolling thunder accented by the misty sparkling rains. A figure is seen through the slices of light cutting through. The coffee maker begins to beep as Rachel stirs from her slumber. Getting up and grabbing some morning brew. She slowly becoming alive again she puts on an olive green halter top with double spaghetti straps, and layering it with her favorite tan button up shirt with the rolled up sleeves. Displaying some toned muscles. Accented by super low waisted black short that hug the dimensions of her hour glass figure. And finally the hair up with her hair sticks made of stainless steal, with the authentic look of the geisha her blue-black cinnamon brown with hints of silver all go into a twisty bun pony tail hair. Then some stretching and with that morning ritual completed now the exploration of the Sappron Jungle.
Upon the tall wavering grasses there’s unending varieties of wild herbs such as basil and chocolate mint, berry bushes of abundance with goose berries, currents and raspberries. Looking more closely at the surrounding trees she saw granny smith apples hanging, small black plums and even a mango tree. So she took a small break after filling, and documenting the findings and filling her back pack during the afternoons warming sun through the botanical gardens of the Sappron Jungle to recharge her mind and body before heading back to the make shift lab.
As Rachel approaches the sounds of her computers ring and hum. CHIRP… CHIRP, as her personal computer lets her know she has messages to be read. But the sound of shattering glass explodes, and a THWACK and a CURPLUNK sound like a whirlwind of out of control. So Rachel unhooks her backpack setting it down gently not to bruise all of her treasures found today. Then quickly grabs for her knife.
As she cautiously peeks around the half side wall she glimpses at what looks like a...
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| BN ID: | 2940012417459 |
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| Publisher: | Amanda Locke |
| Publication date: | 05/18/2011 |
| Series: | Paranormal Romance Suspense Series , #1 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 24 KB |
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