Angel Thief
Out of the Bottle, 2
November 2010
eISBN 9781426890819
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She’s breaking the rules. Again.
An archivist in the heavenly library, Sara must follow protocol when it comes to curating the knowledge of the universe. But “liberating” an ancient text from the collection of a human—an Australian drug lord—could save a boy’s life. Sara has no way of knowing that one of the man’s other treasures is a sexy-as-sin djinni, bound by a wish to guard the estate.
He’s only following orders.
Filip is compelled to turn over intruders, even celestial ones, to his master. When he catches Sara in the library, he isn’t above indulging in some sensual kisses with her, or using her to trick the mobster into wasting a wish. It’s what he must do to preserve his facade of freedom and protect his heart.
But the kidnapping of the drug lord’s daughter forces Sara and Filip to work together—bringing out the hero that lurks within the soul of the djinni, and the passion within the angel.
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Reviewed by:
Steph, Fangs, Wands and Fairy Dust
Heather, Everybody Needs a Little Romance
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Excerpt
Sara took a deep breath, counted to three and released it slowly. Forget her opinion on those who hoarded knowledge—selfish cuttlefish—she needed to be calm.
Theorem Illuminati ought to be against the southern wall, high on the top shelf. Sara scanned the shelves.
“Looking for something?”
The man materialised in a blaze of light. He didn’t share her desire for secrecy, and electric lights flickered on, the fluorescent last of all. Its stark lighting showed the uncompromising lines of the stranger’s male beauty.
He wore jeans, zipped but unbuttoned, and nothing else. The bones of his face were dominant angles, the nose aquiline, the wide mouth made for sin. Blue eyes were astonishingly bright against the darkness of his gleaming wet hair and skin.
Desire tightened Sara’s stomach, kicked along by a rush of adrenaline. Her nerves, vibrating with guilt and tension, were unusually responsive to his slow study of her body, which took in every silk-covered curve.
She tried for dignity. “I am looking—”
“—at me.”
“—for a book.” She could see a water droplet rolling down his muscular chest, gathering speed before it vanished into the shadow of unbuttoned jeans. She swallowed and forced her gaze up. “I’m looking for a book.”
“Hence your return visit to the library.” His agreement was too smooth.
She looked into mocking blue eyes and blushed. Something shifted in his expression, but she lost it as his words registered. “Y-you know I was here before?”
“Two weeks ago.”
Caught.
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