Title: Lavender Fields
Genre: Gay Paranormal Romance
Release Date: July 15, 2017
Cover Designer: Claire Smith
One angel to bind you, one angel to save you.Sky Heavensent
, an angel of death, is charged with the collection of souls of the recently departed. Known to his peers and immediate supervisor, the archangel Gabriel, as the liability, Sky puts his heart and soul into everything he does.
When he meets Caleb Pierce, Sky is immediately smitten. The problem is Caleb is the soul he came to earth to harvest, and saving him means breaking one of the most sacred angelic directives.
Already in too deep, Sky pushes aside the consequences and follows his heart. Danger and mayhem follow, but he will do everything in his power to protect his lavender-eyed man.
“May I ask you what you are?”
Now that was a loaded and strange question. I looked like any other human. Maybe a little paler around my freckles, my blond hair streaked with more silver than in most people of my perceived age, but other than that I looked like a regular everyday human.
My eyebrow arched in question and I noticed his small pointing nod toward my back. Heavens! In the chaos of the fall, the loss of consciousness, and my general klutziness, I had forgotten to hide my wings. There they were, unfurled to their full glory, fluttering in the breeze like giant butterfly wings. Strike three for the clumsiest angel in Raphael’s crew.
“Well….” What exactly can I say— “I’m a freaking angel, deal with it”? “I was trying out my new wings for the upcoming Comic Con.” Lying shouldn’t come so easily for an angel.
Judging by the relief on everyone’s faces, I knew they believed me. All but Caleb, who was boring into my soul with those eyes.
“I don’t believe it,” he whispered for my ears only. I blinked and looked around, but the other men were moving away already, relaxed in the knowledge that I was just a regular geeky human.
“Well, it’s true,” I said, my lie weighing heavily on my conscience. An angel should never lie. Ever. But this was for a good cause. I couldn’t out a whole race of creatures because I couldn’t keep my flying speed under control, could I?
He pulled me aside, our backs—and now my retracted wings—to the others. “You’re an angel.” It was not a question. “I’ve seen one of your kind before.”
So I wasn’t the only clumsy angel in the realm. That was oddly comforting.
“What about you?” I asked, scanning his face for an answer. “Who has eyes like that?”
Caleb smiled. He had the sunniest smile I had ever seen. Something stirred inside of me. “Heterochromia. It runs in the family,” he said with a soft chuckle. “Just a birth defect.”
We sat down on a big rock, facing the ocean. “More like a gift,” I said before I could stop myself. Why was I trying to impress this human with my silvery tongue? I had never been too flirty or too into the dating scene among my kind or humankind; as an angel, my proverbial plate was pretty full already with all my chores and responsibilities. Of course, we did get free time that theoretically could be used for romance, but I would have to stop making so many mistakes. My free time was spent mostly fixing my mess-ups, leaving very little time for fun.
The striking young man blushed at my comment, and my angel heart fluttered. How sweet was that?
“Is it hard?” he asked, his hand shyly inching toward mine on the rock between us. “To be an angel, I mean? What do you do exactly?”
“It’s hard only when you’re the biggest klutz in the history of Heaven like I am,” I said, laughing and breaching the space between our hands. His was warm and soft underneath mine. Little electric shocks started with the contact and crawled up my arm. I had forgotten how nice this was.
Author of We Will Always Have the Closet, Desert Jewel, and Loved You Always, Natalina wrote her first romance in collaboration with her best friend at the age of 13. Since then she has ventured into other genres, but romance is first and foremost in almost everything she writes.After earning a degree in tourism and foreign languages, she worked as a tourist guide in her native Portugal for a short time before moving to the United States. She li
ved in three continents and a few islands, and her knack for languages and linguistics led her to a master’s degree in education. She lives in Virginia where she has taught English as a Second Language to elementary school children for more years than she cares to admit.
Natalina doesn’t believe you can have too many books or too much coffee. Art and dance make her happy and she is pretty sure she could survive on lobster and bananas alone. When she is not writing or stressing over lesson plans, she shares her life with her husband and two adult sons.