Scarlet Hunter
Best Selling Author of Paranormal & Fantasy Romance...

Scarlet Hunter
 

Best Selling Author of Paranormal and Fantasy Romance



Heaven's Sacrifice



Published By: Lucky Clover Publishing


Genre: New Adult/Fantasy Romance

Adult Content 18+




Excerpt:

 

     Materializing on earth, Percival appeared and stood on the sand, next to a long worn-out catwalk. He scanned the countless planks of rotten wood. They undoubtedly needed some TLC in more ways than one. By the looks of the property surrounding it, the newspaper ad was spot on. A skilled handyman was needed for this kind of job. 

     For a moment, he savored the calming, therapeutic waves crashing on shore. The sound felt like an explosion of love over the soul. Percival prayed with thanks, glad his mission had brought him near the Atlantic Ocean.

     Lifting his foot, he placed it on the edge of the catwalk and putting some weight on it, wiggled his leg a few times on the board to ensure it would hold him. Convinced it would, he placed his full weight on the plank and noticed the whole length of the catwalk was covered with pieces of slivered wood, poking out from its depleted state. Thankful his sandals protected his feet, he proceeded toward the building.

     In the heavens and before leaving, the angels were normally briefed about their assignments. Yet, Percival wasn’t given specifics for his mission. He certainly would not question the lack of information, because in Heaven, one never asked questions but is grateful for the facts received. If God thought angels needed to know more, he made sure they did.

     Everything has a purpose.

     When he advanced, he inspected the building. Percival could tell it’d been constructed of the same wood as the catwalk and in the same dire need of attention. As his gaze skimmed up and across its surface, he imagined the structure probably appeared very elegant back in its day, yet now seemed in disrepair.

     Unexpectedly, a squeal came from behind him, catching him off guard. Percival turned to find a small boy pointing at him while tugging at his father’s swim shorts. Funny, how he hadn’t even noticed them when he arrived. He needed to be more careful and assess his surroundings first.

     “Look Pa. That man has wings!”

     Oops, forgot about you two back there. Percival willed his thick, colossal set of feathery, white wings to fade from the mortal eye. He then nodded at the father and winked at the boy, who now displayed a saddened expression.

     “I swear, Pa, he did—just like the Archangel.”

     The father took the boy by the hand and led him toward their car. “Not everyone is a comic book character, son. C’mon, let’s go home.”

     Relieved his carelessness didn’t require him to handle the situation further, Percival watched the two leave.

     The boy’s face remained glued to the passenger window of the SUV until they were out of sight. No doubt, waiting and hoping for the set of wings to reappear.

     Cracking a smile at how he loved the Children of God, Percival returned his attention to his task. He reached into the front pocket of his jeans. After pulling out a piece of torn paper, he glanced at the newspaper ad, then at the building. Confirming the numbers 882 barely hanging above the door’s entrance, he double-checked the name Ava, he’d written under the job qualifications. When she answered his call, the sound of her voice sang like church bells. Soft and angelic, it carried the slightest hint of a twang he’d never heard before. He sensed right off, she was unique by the way she spoke to him. Percival liked her instantly and looked forward to meeting her.