Savannah Rayne: Words of an Angel

Do you believe in Angels?

After losing her job at the local newspaper, Rayanne Bradley finally had the time to reach for one of her dreams—writing a book. What should have been an easy task ends up getting off to a slow start, until the day her muse shows up. Now, whenever the masculine scent of musk mysteriously fills the air, her thoughts flow freely as she types them into what will become her book. As the manuscript unfolds, the mystery deepens and becomes entangled with coincidences. Could this be real? Had she met the long haired, sexy, man of her dreams? Could she believe and trust the words of an angel? ~♥♥~ Ecanus fell in love with the beautiful mortal the moment he saw her. His dilemma and inner struggles began when she chose to become a writer. Never during all his existence had he developed feelings towards anyone who asked for his help. But she was different. For the first time he was faced with choosing between an eternity of having everything, or having everything he’d always dreamed about. Now only one question remained…would he give up heaven, for heaven on Earth?

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“I suppose we should get going soon, you probably need to get up early,” Rayanne assumed, hoping the disappointment wasn’t apparent in the tone of her voice. She hoped he was having as good a time as she was, and tried not to read too much into the sudden interest in the time.

“I do have an early morning meeting scheduled.”

“Then I guess I should finish my wine so we can get you home.” She put on a smile for his sake as she reached for her glass. She glanced up when the waitress returned and placed their bill next to Caliban. Rayanne took a sip, paused for a second, smiled at the woman and then sipped again.

“Rayanne, I really want to thank you for this evening. I haven’t had such a wonderful night since I moved here,” he said after the waitress left their table.

“I have to agree with you, I’ve really enjoyed myself tonight.” She took another sip from her glass, then placed it back on the table. She was totally surprised when Caliban reached for her hand once it was free from holding the stemware. Shivers shot through her as she felt the warmth of his fingers on top of hers, his thumb lightly caressing the crease of her palm.

“There’s just one more thing I want to do before we call it a night,” he said with his husky, masculine voice.

Rayanne tilted her head to the side and looked at him quizzically. “And what would that be, Mr. Tempest?” She watched as he rose from his seat and stood at the side of the table, never letting go of her hand.

“I want to dance with you. Please, would you do me the honor?”

Rayanne couldn’t help but softly chuckle. “Are you serious? Here…now?” She’d never seen anyone ever get up and dance in the restaurant any of the times she’d been there. It just wasn’t that kind of place.

“I’m very serious,” he replied as he lifted her hand, gently tugging, persuading her to her feet. Still holding on to her hand, not giving her a chance to say no, he guided her a few feet away from their table where there was a small clearing. He turned and winked at her, pulling her closer into his embrace so they could dance.

Rayanne didn’t protest. She looked around and saw that the restaurant was practically empty, but saw that the few remaining customers and staff were all now watching them. She could only assume that they had to be thinking they were crazy. She looked up at her partner feeling slightly embarrassed, but the uneasy feeling was quickly replaced as her attention was drawn to the wonderful feeling of Caliban’s warm hand on her lower back as he moved her to the music’s beat.

“I think we’re being watched,” he chuckled, trying to get her to relax when he felt the tension in her body.

“Ya think?”

“Just pretend no one else is in the room except for you and me,” he spoke softly. He let go of her right hand and smoothly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her just a little closer. He could feel the tension ease from her body as she relaxed and wrapped her arms around his neck. He looked down at her then murmured, “Trust me.”

Rayanne looked up into his dark eyes. She did trust him that much was certain. With his arms wrapped around her she felt safe; that he wouldn’t let anything or anyone hurt her. Without saying a word she inched closer, until their bodies were completely touching as they swayed to the melody. Her left cheek rested on his shoulder, his long dark hair mixing with her own. She closed her eyes and breathed in his sensual, manly scent as the fingers of her right hand involuntarily began to rub his neck at the hair line. The corners of her mouth lifted when she heard the faintest gasp emanate from him. Then she felt his fingers move in a gentle, circular motion on her lower back, rousing an aching need at the very core of her womanhood, a feeling she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“See, now this isn’t so bad, is it?” Caliban asked.

“Mmmm, no it isn’t,” Rayanne sighed. She was lost in the moment and no longer cared what anyone thought of them. The wonderful feelings at that instant far outweighed any criticism from on looking strangers. She turned her head, nuzzling her forehead into his neck. She felt his hold on her tighten slightly, as he brought his cheek down to touch hers. A gesture so normal, yet felt as if she was experiencing the intimacy of dancing for the very first time. She could feel his warm breath brush against her face each time he exhaled, stirring the need—and want—to experience more of his touch.

As Caliban held the woman in his arms, moving her slowly in time with the music, he was taken aback by the feelings raging inside him. He had truly never experienced anything so profound and perfect. This was what writers had written about in their romantic stories; the kind of feelings that most never believed could be real. Everything about this woman was what he had longed for, and now he was holding it in his arms and never wanted to let go. He hugged her even tighter, wishing he could convey with his actions, what he was feeling inside.

The couple was so consumed in their thoughts about each other that neither realized the music had stopped until they heard the clapping from a few of their admiring onlookers, transporting them both back to the world they shared with them. He was saddened when Rayanne stepped back, breaking their intimate contact.

“Thank you for the dance, Mr. Tempest.”

Caliban chuckled at the formal way she was addressing him and replied, “You’re most welcome, Miss Bradley.” He reached for her hand, bowing slightly as he brought it up to his lips and placed a sweet little kiss upon the top of it. He grinned when he saw the embarrassed—but pleased—look on Rayanne’s attractive face. He couldn’t help the devilish, flirty nature that she brought out in him. He led her back to their table where they sat and finished their glasses of wine in silence. No words needed to be exchanged for them to realize what was happening. The impromptu dance had been the perfect touch to an already wonderful evening.

Caliban—Ecanus, now knew that only time would tell if the seeds of love that had been planted would grow.

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Reviews:

5.0 out of 5 stars unique and refreshing

By Rebecca on June 20, 2015

Format: Kindle Edition

I loved this book from the beginning. The story of an angel falling for a human has been done before but not like this. It was unique and refreshing. Love always conquers all.

5.0 out of 5 stars Wonderful love story!

By Amazon Customer on April 6, 2015

Format: Kindle Edition

This is a wonderful book. I really enjoyed it very much.
You should read this book and enjoy it as I did.