Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Centurion has it all. A talented charge, ladies at his disposal for a single encounter or more and access to all the coffee he wants once he lands on Earth. Plus, he’s second in command of the volunteer band of angels called the Guardian League. The one thing he never wanted was an intimate relationship with a human beyond the usual angel-charge boundaries.
So when he finds a woman as strong and hot as the human beverage that tickles his fancy, what else can he do but pursue her until he figures out what to do with her.
April loves her enticing, hunky angel but he’s a lot to handle. He’s cocky, unpredictable but most of all… incorrigible.
What is she to do with a male who lives life by his own schedule?
Can April and Centurion form a compromise and allow love to bind them together? Or will Centurion’s inability to commit wedge them apart, forever?
Out of the thirty females gathered, only five were interested in her jewelry. The others twenty-five were interested in the stranger; some even asked April if she knew him or knew anything about him. Goodness! This was an art show, not a manhunt. You’d never know by the way these women were on the prowl.READ MORE
She peeked at him in between helping her customers and each time she found him watching her. Her heart beat picked up every time she caught him. Why did he continue staring at her? Oh god no! Was he a Ted Bundy? She had enough looney tune men in her life and wasn’t searching for another. She snuck a peek his way and found him. There he was again, looking at her. This time, he smiled. It should’ve been creepy but instead, it exhilarated her, had her insides quivering and her heart turning flip-flops. She swore every time he grinned at her, her toes curled and her inner thighs trembled. What was wrong with her? He was handsome, but good god! You’d think she was a virgin—which she wasn’t. Not that she had a sordid past complete with loads of sex but she wasn’t a prude either.
She turned to the strange male. “I’m sorry, uh–¬uh…”
“Centurion,” he said, holding some earrings up toward the overhead light.
“I’m not sure when I’ll be done.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll wait.”
He was tenacious, she’d give him that. There was some reason he kept hanging around but it wasn’t to buy jewelry and she wasn’t interested in dating. She hadn’t found the right man yet and she doubted this Greek god, this Thor among men was the one. He was probably “full of himself” expecting all women to cater to his needs because he was good-looking and desirable, just like her ex. He was in for a rude awakening.
She was finally able to break away. “Listen, mister.” She walked up and called out to him at the same time.
“Are you really interested in jewelry or are you interested in something else?” She placed her hands on her hips. He was laughing. How rude.
“I really like this one.” Centurion pointed to the first necklace he looked at. It was part of a set.
“What do you like about it?”
“The name of it is intriguing. Serenity, an Angel’s present. Tell me, do you believe in Angels?” Centurion leaned over the table.
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