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Category: Romance
Description: When a murder at The Cullar Resort brings Gabi Cullar and Chase Winters together, sparks fly and passions ignite. But Gabi still clings to the memory of her dead husband, leaving Chase to wonder if there will ever be room in her heart to love another. In a twist of fate, Gabi and Chase come together but it will take some "Divine" intervention before Gabi can ever accept Chase into her heart.
eBook Publisher: Awe-Struck E-Books, 2000
eBookwise Release Date: November 2001

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [322 KB]
Words: 80517
Reading time: 230-322 min.

"Someone is out to get Gabi, but she has no idea why. One of her guests was murdered in her cabin at the resort she owns and operates and now her over-protective brother has asked his former partner and one of his best friends to stay with Gabi and protect her until he can solve the murder. But Gabi doesn't want this Chase Winters here in her house, much less following her everywhere she goes. Chase disturbs her, in more ways than one--but the thought of someone she personally knew committing the murder in one of her cabins disturbs her even more... Author Cassandra Bella has created an absolutely delightful story. This is far more than just a Paranormal Romance." Review by Tracy Eastgate of TRACY'S BOOK REVIEWS, 4 STARS

Five years, and he still wasn't used to the whispered calls. They drifted, unexpectedly, through the deep recesses in his mind he never even knew existed while he was among the living. With a heavy sigh, Jack Cullar concentrated on what had been taught during one of his many guardian lessons. The difficult act of transporting without ever moving a muscle was still a problem for him.

Closing his eyes, he placed Charles Pulley's face. Seeing the old man's weathered skin and his cigar, permanently attached to the left side of his mouth, he concentrated on the man's short, stout figure until he could clearly see the gray hair circling the bald spot on the top of his head and the spark of wisdom inside the blue of his eyes.

"You're getting better, I see."

Jack opened his eyes when he heard the deep rumbling voice. Standing in the midst of Charles's origin--his own personal place within the Heavens--he was surprised he had made it without any mistakes this time around.

Usually his transporting left a little something to be desired. It took some getting used to, all the little tricks one was expected to learn when they traveled upwards. The last time he had visited his commanding angel, he forgot to bring the bottom half of his body along. He had stood in Charles's origin with a great, black void stretching out from underneath his waist.

The old man had understood, of course. Everyone started where Jack had. Even Charles, over five hundred years ago, had to learn to move around in the golden mist of the Heavens, where it was impossible to simply walk from one origin to the next.

"I'm not sure if I'm getting better or just luckier," Jack pointed out, relaxing into a puff of smoke, offering the same comfort his old, worn recliner used to have. So many changes. He wondered if he would ever be able to get a handle on all of them.

Settling down in front of him, Charles folded his arms over his hefty middle. He nibbled for a silent moment on the end of his unlit cigar, his blue eyes running an assessing gaze over Jack. For as long as Jack had known the older man, he had never seen his trademark cigar actually burning.

Charles was nothing like he had imagined angels to be. Every picture he had seen portrayed innocent, sweet creatures with shimmering halos over golden heads. White, glorious wings stretched with beauty. He had expected angels with harps and white flowing gowns. But had found instead a slightly over-weight, cigar smoking man who, in many ways, reminded him of his high school English teacher.

"Something has come up that requires immediate attention," Charles explained, raising two thick fingers to rub at the stubble darkening his chin. "It's a situation that's a little out of the ordinary and has taken some special clearing to be approved."

"What kind of special clearing?"

"The kind that comes approved from the very top." Charles' expression was somber. "You will be granted some rights most apprentice angels are never given."

Jack raised a curious brow at his commanding angel. "I'm no where ready for any sort of assignment. We both know that."

"You may not have all the training as most, but everyone is ready when it comes to carrying out the work of the Heavens."

Fingers of anxiety crept up his spine. Regardless of Charles assurance, he knew he wasn't ready to carry out any kind of duty as a Heaven sent angel. Apprentice angels could be in training for up to five decades before they were considered worthy of the label, Guardian Angel.

"We're sending you back to the living world. Your duty will be to hover just at the edge of awareness where your presence will go undetected."

Suddenly tense, Jack rose to his feet. He stared through the mist, concentrating on the beauty that existed everywhere within the Heavens. It was a beauty that was felt rather than seen. A beauty that could not be explained in the simple language of the living, nor seen in their unknowing eyes.

The splendor helped calm his nerves. With a deep breath, he turned back to Charles. "Why me?" he asked, a sliver of dread in his voice.

"Because it's your wife that needs the help."

"Gabi?" Jack's heart leapt into his throat. Even now, when he closed his eyes, he could see his red-haired, feisty, beautiful wife.

"What's happened to her?"

The older man gave a slow shake of his head. "Nothing at the moment, but her fate shows that to change soon. She will need your help in the near future. That is why the exception has been made for you to return before your time."

Jack's nervous energy switched directions. He wasn't worried about whether or not he was ready to return to the living. His worry was for Gabi and for whatever problems Charles saw in her life. He was prepared to give or do anything to keep his beloved Gabi-Mae safe. "What is it I have to do?"

"That I can't tell you. What Gabi needs from you must be learned on your own."

"I don't understand. Shouldn't I be advised before-hand about what it is I am expected to do for my wife?"

A gentle, round hand covered his own. "You will understand, son. This will prove to be an important lesson for you as well as for Gabi. There is much for you to learn with your return."