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Wings on Fire: Falling (Wings on Fire #1)

Name: Wings on Fire: Falling (Wings on Fire #1)
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Guardian angel Daniel is tasked with keeping Kerry safe, but he’s drawn to her in forbidden ways. Their growing romance puts them at risk—however, it’s hard to stay grounded when they’re swept up on the wings of burning desire…

It is supposed to be simple. Kerry is my charge. My task is to silently watch over her and keep her out of harm’s way.

I’ve never before had a problem just keeping my humans alive. But Kerry is different. Everything about her draws me in. My wings are literally burning with desire for her.

I’m tempted to reveal myself to her, even though I know I shouldn’t.

She makes me vulnerable. My vulnerability puts her at risk, and I can’t allow that.

When passion and danger mix, what will happen to Daniel and Kerry? Will they fall from their tightrope balance of denying instincts and satisfying desires? Find out now by diving into Wings on Fire: Falling.

Cliffhanger ending alert: We wanted give you a free way to meet Daniel, the sexy angel in this book, and let him capture your heart. Most readers report being so enthralled by the exciting story line, they are anxious to continue reading the series.

Daniel is an angel, but he’s no saint! Meet your sexy guardian angel now.

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Ann Omasta is a USA Today bestselling author.

Ann’s Top Ten list of likes, dislikes, and oddities:

I despise whipped cream. There, I admitted it in writing. Let the ridiculing begin.
Even though I have lived as far south as Key Largo, Florida, and as far north as Maine, I landed in the middle.
If I don’t make a conscious effort not to, I will drink nothing but tea morning, noon, and night. Hot tea, sweet tea, green tea––I love it all.
There doesn’t seem to be much in life that is better than coming home to a couple of big dogs who are overjoyed to see me. My other family members usually show significantly less enthusiasm about my return.
Singing in my bestest, loudest voice does not make my family put on their happy faces. This includes the big, loving dogs referenced above.
Yes, I am aware that bestest is not a word.
Dorothy was right. There’s no place like home.
All of the numerous bottles in my shower must be lined up with their labels facing out. It makes me feel a little like Julia Roberts’ mean husband from the movie Sleeping with the Enemy, but I can’t seem to control this particular quirk.
I love, love, love finding a great bargain!
Did I mention that I hate whipped cream? It makes my stomach churn to look at it, touch it, smell it, or even think about it. Great––now I’m thinking about it. Ick!