The Archangel Michael is tired. He fought wars and shoved his brother Lucifer out of heaven all before the Dark Ages rolled around. His role as protector of Israel now encompasses all of humanity, and while he performs his job perfectly, there’s little personal joy in it.
Until one night in a bar when he meets Asher.
Michael isn’t sure what it is about the vulnerable, self-deprecating Asher that calls to him, but something about the restrained depths of Asher, his gentle smiles and encyclopedic knowledge of flowers, tugs at Michael in a way that can’t be denied. Too bad romance isn’t part of his mission.
Facing an eternity of perfect submission to God’s authority, rebellion stirs in Michael. Questions of free will, angelic vocation, and the role of love and lust demand answers that just might cost Michael his place in heaven.
This story was straight up fun. I loved Michael and Asher. These two are so good together. Watching them come together was equal part funny, sweet and emotional. The way Ms. Blake had a tongue in cheek attitude towards Angels and their Father was such a blast to read. I enjoyed how she took biblical references and commonly held angelic beliefs and created a world all her own.
Asher was sweet. He was so nervous when he first met Michael. But he grows so much throughout the story. It was wonderful getting to watch him gain confidence in not only himself but his feelings for Michael. Even if we didn’t get to see his point of view in the story, you can see his feelings through Michael. His emotions were so clear.
But Michael. Oh man Michael struggled so hard with his decision. It was a very apt parallel of what is right and wrong and how it’s not always apparent which is which. Michael worked hard at not falling in love and being in denial when he was. His discussions with his brother Luke were hysterical. But at the same time there was so much truth in them as well. I was a little surprised he didn’t ask tougher questions when given the chance. However, in the end he asked exactly what he needed to ask.
The ending was exactly what I was hoping for. Michael and Asher both get what they want and have a wonderful life ahead of them. I would love to see these two again and the world created in this story.
Four and a half
Angel wings aren’t easy to fold into the shape of human scapulae, but Michael is accustomed to the strain and hardly breaks a sweat. He forces the long primaries to bend into the upper wing coverts, and then, in moves like feathered origami, he tucks it all in again, before smoothing them under flawless human skin.
He glances in the modest hotel room’s bathroom mirror and pulls on the dark brown shirt that will set off his eyes, before running a hand through his blond, curly hair. The light of his angelic grace glows from his pores, too bright to escape notice, and with a small exertion of will he tamps it back.
Though human form is confining and uncomfortable, the time has long passed when dropping down in a blaze of angelic righteousness was appropriate. Now covert operations pay the dividends of souls delivered from jeopardy. Even if Michael’s skin feels too tight, and his wings are already aching, protection is his business and discomfort is a small sacrifice.
After tightening the laces on the leather, soft-soled Clarks he keeps for nights of trawling the Mercy Street bars, he kneels by the sliding glass door to the balcony and looks up at the stars. It’s a fallacy that heaven is up there somewhere. Heaven is everywhere all at once, and yet when Michael dons human skin, he finds his eyes drawn to the sky when he prays.
He rises. Time to go.
Author of the bestselling book Smoky Mountain Dreams and the fan favorite Training Season, Leta Blake’s educational and professional background is in psychology and finance, respectively. However, her passion has always been for writing. She enjoys crafting romance stories and exploring the psyches of made up people. At home in the Southern U.S., Leta works hard at achieving balance between her day job, her writing, and her family.