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Product Details

  • Series: Novel of the Lost Angels (Book 2)
  • Mass Market Paperback: 416 pages
  • Publisher: Signet (June 5, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 9780451237316
  • ISBN-13: 978-0451237316
  • ASIN: 0451237315
  • Product Dimensions: 1.1 x 4.8 x 7.2 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 6.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.6 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (77 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #763,676 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Heather Killough-Walden is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Big Bad Wolf series, the October trilogy, and the Lost Angels series.

With acting credits that span stage and screen, Gildart Jackson is most often recognized for his role as Gideon on Charmed. Other notable TV roles include Jackson Palmer on Providence and Simon Prentiss on General Hospital, and his theater roles include Henry Higgins in My Fair Lady, and Adrian in Private Eyes at the Old Globe. --This text refers to the MP3 CD edition.

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Long ago, the Old Man gathered together his four favored archangels, Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, and Azrael. He pointed to four stars in the sky that shone brighter than the others. He told the archangels that he wished to reward them for their loyalty and had created for them soul mates. Four perfect female beings—archesses.

However, before the archangels could claim their mates, the four archesses were lost to them and scattered to the wind, beyond their realm and reach. The archangels made the choice to leave their world, journey to Earth, and seek out their mates.

For thousands of years, the archangels have searched. But they have not searched alone. For they are not the only entities to leave their realm and come to Earth to hunt for the archesses. They were followed by another. . . .

* * *

Juliette sidled back on the massive four-poster bed, a remotely hesitant part of her still wanting to get away. But the angel smiled a rakish smile and moved over her like a massive cat, graceful and deadly, and she didn’t get far. He skillfully caught her wrists in firm grips and had her pinned before she could blink.

Juliette lay there, her breathing quick and sharp, and stared up at the taut muscles of his arms, chest, and torso. Her gaze boldly trailed across the tanned expanse of toned flesh . . . to where the rest of his body was hidden beyond the unbuttoned waistband of his blue jeans.

Her mouth felt both wet and dry; her heart hammered; her hands flexed beneath the viselike grips he had on her delicate wrists. The castle around them loomed in her periphery, empty yet protective. It felt both ancient and brand-new; its walls were crumbling, enshrouded by the echoes of the tapestries and torch sconces they once held.

The master’s chamber was warmed by the crackling of the flames in the giant stone hearth. And it was chilled by the North Sea wind that ripped through the timeworn windows and raced through the empty, ruined room.

The castle was a skeleton and a ghost, broken down to its barest bones and draped in the memory of what it once was.

The angel, though—he was warm. He was not a ghost. His body was hard and insistent and very, very real above her. He lowered his head to slide his gaze down the length of her slim body, and as he shifted, she once more caught sight of the massive black and silver wings at his back. Their feathers shimmered, iridescent in the shafts of moonlight that speared the empty windows and lit the stage of their clandestine play.

So beautiful, she thought absently.

He looked up and met her gaze, and she found herself at once lost in the strange glowing silver of his eyes.

They’re glowing, she thought in awe.

He pinned her to the bed beneath him with that look; it claimed her, possessed her, and she was certain that no man in the world had ever looked at her—not really—until the angel had.

Juliette knew she was blushing. Her cheeks were hot, and her chest was flushed. Her breasts felt warm and heavy, even as her nipples hardened to painful nubs that scraped the inside of her shirt. Breathing was hard. She wanted to arch beneath him, close the gap he held above her. She wanted to touch him as she’d never wanted anything before.

He stared down at her forever, watching her, taking her in. He was eating her with his eyes and her chest felt tight. She couldn’t take it. His control over her body was absolute. It was as if he willed it and wetness gathered between her legs. As if he knew it was there, he chuckled. The sound rushed over her skin like a caress, deep and deliciously wicked. She shuddered and closed her eyes, fighting the urge to writhe beneath him. She almost broke then. She almost begged him to take her.

What’s wrong with me? she thought. This wasn’t like her. She never gave in easily. She was stubborn to the core. What was happening? How had she let this angel get her into bed? Hadn’t she just met him?

I don’t even know his name. . . .

Her eyes flew open when she felt the butterfly softness of his lips brushing against hers. Teasingly, he pulled back and once more locked her in his inhuman gaze. He said not a word, but smiled that faintly cruel smile of his, flashing teeth both straight and white. In the frame of his too-handsome face, it was nothing short of predatory. And then he put both of her slender wrists in one of his strong hands and used the other to grab the front of her button-up shirt.

The material pulled taut in his grip, scraping her tender nipples and ripping a gasp from her lips. Slowly, almost menacingly, he popped the buttons on the shirt, one after another. And then he let the material slide across her rib cage, opening her body to his stark, hungry gaze.

Now she did moan. The wind rushed across her exposed skin, licking at it hungrily, tightening her nipples beneath him to a painful degree.

He’s going to devour me, she thought. And she didn’t care.

His wings lowered gracefully over the edges of the bed, their silver and raven feathers blocking her from the wind. Then he lowered his head and she felt his hot breath, in stark contrast to the cold, across the hypersensitive flesh of her right breast. She tensed in his grasp, pulling hard against the hold he had on her arms. He held her easily, though, and his tongue flicked out to brush across the tip of her nipple. She jumped in his grasp, crying out at the sensation, but again he held her tight, and again his chuckle rumbled across her skin like silken thunder.

Please,” she gasped. She didn’t even know what she was begging for. This was just too much. Too strange and perfect. Too much. Angels weren’t supposed to torture people, were they?

With that, the angel lowered himself closer. She felt the tips of her erect nipples brush the hardness of his chest and nearly jumped again. But he distracted her when he used his free hand to shove her tiered miniskirt up her slender thigh. She groaned once more in longing as his hand then roamed across the taut cheeks of her bottom. No underwear . . .

She felt his breath at her ear, cascading goose bumps over her skin. “My pleasure,” he whispered. His hand sank lower.

“. . . tray tables stowed and seat backs in an upright position . . .”

Juliette jolted awake in her seat as the pilot made the announcement that they were coming in for a landing.

The man seated beside her gave her a knowing sideways glance. Juliette blushed, swallowing a groan of embarrassment, and turned to steadfastly stare out the window. Her reflection stared back at her: long, rich brown waves, big hazel eyes that were mostly green at the moment, and flushed cheeks and lips—remnants of her dream.

It wasn’t the first time she’d dreamed of crumbling castles and ghostlike figures. Some nights, she was walking through a Scottish kirkyard, ancient, worn, and collapsing, yet filled with fresh graves and newly chiseled headstones. Other nights she made her way through castles, as she had in this dream. They were ruins and yet they weren’t—she saw the images of what they had once been draped over them like the cloying memories of glory days.

She’d always had dreams like this. Dreams of the past and the present, intermingling and poignant. It was one of the reasons she’d decided to become an anthropologist. The past and its stories intrigued her. It was more than that, even. . . . They called to her.

But this was the first time her dream had included a man. Or an angel.

Her reflection blinked, long lashes brushing against the tops of her cheeks.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking,” the intercom sliced through the air, back to life once more, the static cutting through the dialogue and musical scores of every movie playing in the plane. Juliette glanced around and watched as people’s heads jerked under the volume before they quickly yanked the headsets off their ears. “We’re about six hours and thirty-eight minutes into our flying time now and twenty-three minutes outside of Edinburgh. It’s a brisk March day, forty-one degrees Fahrenheit or four degrees Celsius; wind coming out of the northwest at fifteen miles per hour. . . .”

Juliette let the pilot’s voice drift to the back of her consciousness and continued to gaze out the window at the green and black landscape below. She’d been traveling a lot lately. In the last year, she’d studied in Australia through an overseas program, visited New Zealand, and flown to both coasts of the US, and now she was about to land in Scotland and would be there for several weeks. She was a PhD student in anthropology and was working on her thesis; the travel was mostly for research, and it was her fellowship at Carnegie Mellon that paid for it all.

But Scotland was different for two reasons. For one thing, Juliette had wanted to visit Scotland since she was a little girl. Her parents were Scottish; her mother was a MacDonald and her father was an Anderson. It was in her blood.

The other reason Scotland was different was due to a fairly new development. Juliette had planned on going anyway in order to do ethnological research on the Outer Hebrides islands, where her father’s side of the family originated. And then Juliette’s adviser had contacted her with news: Samuel Lambent, the wealthy and prominent media mogul, had offered Juliette a deal. He would pay her a hefty royalty and foot the bill for the remainder of her research if he could use the information she gleaned for a television miniseries about the legend and lore of Sc...


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11 of 11 people found the following review helpful By Mary Moritz on June 7, 2012
Format: Kindle Edition
I so miss travel, but my faraway lands' fund rattles with mostly pennies these days, so I turn to the next best thing: books. I've just recently returned from the most unbelievable trip to Scotland, so exciting and adventure-filled and brilliant with the sights and sounds of Edinburgh, the Outer Hebrides, Isle of Harris, and other beautiful historic locations. The book that took me there is "Messenger's Angel," the second novel of Heather Killough-Walden's LOST ANGELS' series, and this time it is Gabriel, the former Messenger Archangel, who has located his archess after more than 2,000 years of searching. Uriel (alias Christopher Daniels) and Eleanor, from the opening book, "Avenger's Angel," have been sexily settling into married life.

In "Messenger's Angel" Gabriel Black nicely comes into his own when he meets the lovely Juliette Anderson, PhD student in archeology on a project in Scotland. He immediately recognizes her as the woman he has been dreaming about, which means he has finally found his archess. Juliette recognizes something in his black wavy hair, silver eyes and taunting smile that feels awfully familiar to her - and disturbingly irresistible. In their case, a kiss is not just a kiss. But Juliette is a sensible girl, everyone knows that, and having received mostly nothing but negative reports about Gabriel she forces him to work at winning her over.

There is so much to like about this novel, with its castles, dolmen stones, Highland magic and crashing ocean. But the characters rise up to the challenge of the land, as the stakes are raised this time. Kevin and his band of Adarians are back, stronger and more demented than ever.
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11 of 11 people found the following review helpful By Bookaholics Reviewer on June 5, 2012
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Messenger's Angel by Heather Killough-Walden
Paranormal Romance -June 5th, 2012
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Messenger's Angel is the second book in the author's Lost Angels series. This series is about four archangels whose service is rewarded by being given their own archesses only to loose them! It is centuries later and now they may finally find their destined mates. But devious forces want these women and use their powers. Can they find their mates in time?

In this book, the angel Gabriel has all but given up on finding his mate when she finds him on a trip to Scotland!

Juliette Anderson is a PhD student on her way to study in Scotland. She has been tormented by seductive dreams of a gorgeous man with wings. And recently she has discovered she has the ability to heal and call lightning. When she spies a man who looks just like her dream lover at a pub she thinks she is going crazy. All of this seems surreal but the danger is only too real. For Juliette is a powerful archess and lethal players want her abilities for their own.

When Gabriel finally sees the woman of his dreams he can't believe she has come into his life at last and immediately takes her into his arms. But although his kisses are potent Juliette will have to be convinced of his worthiness. But his incredible explanations of her powers and the threats that surround her make it difficult for her to believe him.

And Gabriel is not the only one who wants Juliette. The powerful Adrian race, the first archangels created with untold powers seek the archesses. They want to use the archesses for their abilities. Plus, the Fallen One, the enigmatic and wealthy Samael seeks Juliette for his own purposes, too. Who can Juliette trust?
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful By michelle on June 12, 2012
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This is the second book in the Lost Angel's series by HKW. This is Gabriel and Julliette's story. It is set in the lovely land of Scotland which, with heather's writing you are transported through time and space to that mystical land. There are castles past and present. You get history and legend's off Scotland wrapped up in a love story to span all time.

Juliette is a student working on a thesis on the history of Scotland. She has been dreaming about a mysterious man with wings silver eyes and black hair for a while now. When she looks at the ruins of Scotland it is as if history overlays itself onto present. She has recently discorvered she has the ability to heal people and to call lightining.

Gabriel Black is an archangel who has been searching for his archess for 2000 years. When one night the woman of his dreams walks right into his town and his pub. WIth no more control over himself than a teenager he walks over to her and pins her to the bar and claims her with a kiss to sear a person soul.

Juliette is an educated and sensible woman so when she regains her senses. She runs from Gabriel and makes him win her heart and not just her body.

There are dangers lurking still looking for the archesses. Not only is Sam out there and no one knows what his plans are. The Adrians are on the hunt for the archesses too and no longer to just claim them but, things could get bloody very quickly.
I loved this story. and the setting was beautiful. I felt like I got to visit all the places in Scotland that Juliette did and it was a wonderous trip.
I am definatley looking forward to Az's book. I can't wait for its release. This is definately one well written series you dont want to miss.
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