Sep 12 2017 11:10am

L.D. Rose Excerpt: Sweet Sacrifice

L.D. Rose

Sweet Sacrifice by L.D. Rose

Former Navy SEAL Sebastian “Bash” Lockard died in Afghanistan after leaping on a grenade to save his comrades. Little did he know his act of heroism would grant him a ticket into Heaven’s elite army as one of the few and powerful Archangels. Struggling with his new existence, Bash still retains his human memories, leaving behind a wife he loves with all of his heart. Although he’s forbidden to see her, he can’t resist her lure, or the mortal desires he harbors for her.

As a young widow and nurse, Irene Lockard still mourns her husband two years after his untimely death. His absence is everywhere, and when her best friend weds, she hits an emotional rock bottom. As if summoned from the skies above, Sebastian appears before her, and they share an unforgettable night. But when he once again vanishes, she wonders if she’s truly gone mad with grief.

The only way Sebastian can remain with Irene is if he makes the ultimate sacrifice. But will she overcome her fear of losing him again to another war?

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Good Lord, what the hell was she doing?

Sebastian could barely move through the house with those gargantuan wings, wrapping them around his body like a cloak.

He maneuvered into the sunroom, opening both French doors into their overgrown backyard. His hand remained clasped around hers, and good thing too, because doubt and fear quickly settled in, and Jesus Christ, he just unfolded his wings, white feathers billowing into the night as he flapped them twice.

The wind in their wake blasted over her as she gawked at them, pale and magnificent. Finally releasing her, he faced her full on, his skin stripped of all markings, just her bare-chested husband with a set of giant feathery limbs.

If she’d been prone to fainting, she would have.

He flashed her his crooked smile, the smile she would’ve given anything to see again. “You ready?”

She glanced worriedly at their neighbors’ houses, silent with their lights out.

“They won’t see us,” he answered her unspoken question as he offered his hand. “C’mon.”

She hesitated, slowly balling her hands into fists, lips parting to protest.

He cocked a brow at her. “What, you think I’m going alone?”

She closed her mouth. Opened it. Closed it. “I-I-I-”

Faster than she would’ve imagined, he snatched her wrist, tugging her toward him, and she yelped in surprise, crashing against his chest. Hardly giving her time to breathe, he banded his strong arms around her and shouted, “Hold on,” before those terrifying wings flapped, the sound thunderous in her ears.

She held on for dear life as her feet lifted off the ground. Rapidly ascending into the sky, she screamed and closed her eyes, securing a death grip around his neck.

Sebastian laughed, tightening his hold on her, a reassurance that she was safe in his arms.

They continued to rise, higher and higher, the air thinning, her ears crackling, their bodies remaining upright. When they slowed to a stop, his wings still beating their deafening cadence, his hand rubbed along her back before patting her gently.

Irene gripped him tight, letting out a whimper.

“Babe.” The words came out strangled as he tapped her with more force. “You’re choking me.”

Her hold eased only a fraction, her muscles paralyzed by fear.

“Reen, relax. Open your eyes.” 

She shook her head adamantly. 

“C’mon, I’ve got you. You’re missing the view.”

Her eyes fluttered open, the night flooding her vision with intermittent flashes of white feathers.

Wow, the stars. Millions of them dotting the darkness like glitter on black satin.

“Do you want to turn around?”

She gulped at the prospect of moving an inch at this altitude. And he felt so good against her, his body rock solid, his skin near hot, his sandalwood scent invading her senses.

His mouth moved against her hair, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “I won’t let you fall. I promise.”

She craned her head to look at him and he smiled, his ocean blue eyes shining bright as the stars. The dimples in his cheeks carved deeper into his skin, his face thinner than what it used to be, but God, it was really him. Her husband. Her Sebastian. An angel.

Her angel.

Shifting in his arms ever so carefully, she turned to look down, but he swiftly tipped her chin back up with a chuckle. “Don’t look down yet. Just straight ahead. Baby steps.”

Baby steps. As if this would be a repeat occurrence.

Keeping her gaze forward, she pivoted while he supported her, his arms taut enough to ensure she wouldn’t slip, but lax enough to allow movement. An entire nightscape opened up before her eyes; violet, citrine, and orange, puffed against the black satin sky, faraway galaxies coming into focus.

The horizon divided the fabric of the night with a bold navy line, and below it, the ocean kissed its edge, reflecting the shimmering darkness above. Irene absorbed every gorgeous detail, catching the almost-full moon at her periphery, a giant flashlight beaming with gray scuffs across its lens.

Tightening his arms around her waist, Sebastian once again leaned into her ear and whispered, “Breathe.”

Air rushed into her starved lungs as she gasped loudly, inhaling deeply while vertigo tilted her center of gravity. She didn’t dare close her eyes, though, soaking up every second of optical glory.

He chuckled and rested his chin on her shoulder, his enormous wings still keeping them afloat. “Beautiful, isn’t it? Gives you a whole new perspective.”

She wholeheartedly agreed, but she couldn’t voice her sentiments, her brain short-circuiting her ability to speak. Finally, she dropped her gaze, and his arms braced around her, his muscles contracting against her scrubs.

On another choked gasp, shock plucked her vocal cords enough to let out one more whimper.

The roof of their house, the roofs of so many houses, spread out below them in a patchwork quilt of backyards, pools, trees, and sand. The high rises of the city stood off at the periphery, metal arms reaching for the heavens. Lights twinkled in their own network of galaxies, dense within the metropolis by the ocean, and scattering like jewels cast into the desert. They had to be hundreds of feet off the ground, just hovering there in the sky above a world full of color, life, and chaos.

What a hell of a fall that would be. And she thought fourteen stories was bad.

“Easy.” Another low chuckle from Sebastian, making her exceedingly aware of her hands latched onto his forearms, her fingers digging into his skin, her body wrought with tension. “I didn’t think you were afraid of heights.”

She wasn’t, but she’d never flown with a freaking angel either.

Copyright © 2017 by L.D. Rose .
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L.D. Rose is a neurotic physician by day, crazed writer by night, and all around wannabe superhero. She writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but she's been known to delve into horror, sci-fi, and medical suspense on occasion. L.D. Rose is a PAN member of the RWA, FF&P, NEC-RWA and CoLoNY. She currently lives in Rhode Island with her studly hubby, her hyperactive boxer, and her two devious cats.

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