Midnight Angel
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By: Betsy Ann St. Amant | Other books by Betsy Ann St. Amant Categories: Mainstream Romance, Inspirational Word Count: 55,850 Heat Level: SWEET Published By: Pelican Book Group
Madison Lawrence fell in love while vacationing in Germany--and Carsten Erlichman nicknames her his "angel". One kiss and twelve gongs from the clock tower later, Madison is forced to leave the man who stole her heart and return to the United States with her family. She starts an angel collection as a means of feeding her favorite memory. Little does she know that her collection will eventually tangle her in a web of lies, danger, and love. Madison must discover the truth about her father, her faith, and Carsten--before the clock strikes midnight! 0 Ratings
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 Midnight Angel
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ExcerptMadison Lawrence tilted her face toward the inky starlit sky, closed her eyes and breathed in the chilly air. The night held a mysterious quality; she could feel it in her bones. A restless feeling resided deep inside her, reaching upward as if trying to grasp the stars above. She could sense it. This night had the potential to be magical. She wrapped her fur coat tighter against her slender body. The wind picked up, carrying on its tail a bitterness that seeped deep into her bones, but she was so distracted she barely noticed. "I can't take it anymore." Madison heaved a sigh and watched her breath form a cloud that floated away into the night. The cheerful sounds of the adults inside the museum behind her carried through the window. She was so tired of the parties. This was supposed to be a family trip, but her father, as always, had mixed business with pleasure. He was inside the ornate building now, probably making another toast to riches and fame. Madison blinked back tears, not sure if they were from the cold wind or the emotions boiling beneath the surface of her heart. She sniffed, still able to smell the remnants of spicy cinnamon and eggnog clinging to her garments. She had to get fresh air. Darting a quick glance left and right down the deserted city street, she decided it would be safe to walk just a few blocks. The streets were brightly lit, the lamps lining the roadside radiating miniature halos that seemed blurred through her teary eyes. She began to walk. |
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