Uriel’s Fall by Loralie Hall
Ronnie has the job any entry-level angel or demon would sell their soul for—she’s a retrieval analyst for the largest search engine in the world. Ubiquity is a joint initiative between heaven and hell. Because what better way to track all of humanity’s secrets, both good and bad, than direct access to their web browsing habits.
She might appreciate the position a little more if a) she could remember anything about her life before she started working at Ubiquity, b) the damn voice in her head would just shut up already, and c) her boss wasn’t a complete dickhead.
As she searches for solutions to the first two issues, and hopes the third will work itself out in performance reviews, she uncovers more petty backstabbing than an episode of Real Housewives, and a conspiracy as old as Lucifer’s descent from heaven. On top of all that, if she forgets the cover sheet on her TPS report one more time, she’s absolutely going on final written warning.
Now Ronnie’s struggling to keep her sanity and job, while stopping the voice in her head from stealing her life. She almost misses the boredom of data analysis at Ubiquity. Almost.
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“Why did she stop?” I winced at the dry rasp in my voice.
“I stopped her.” Gabe rested a hand on the back of my neck, thumb gently gliding over my cheek. “You were screaming.”
His touch filled in the lingering pain and chased it away. “I was? I didn’t know.” My tone had returned to normal.
He gave me a dry smile. “You were. Are you all right now?”
Except being so close to him fogged my thoughts and filled my skull with an unexpected need.
He tilted his head closer, still stroking my cheek. “Good. I was worried.”
“About me? I’m fine.” The attention warmed my skin.
“Good,” he whispered. He leaned closer, and brushed his lips over mine.
Tendrils of pleasure snaked through me, and I kissed back. I rested my hands on his chest, memorizing the texture of T-shirt stretched over muscle definition. My lips parted, and his tongue accepted the invitation, sliding into my mouth and dancing.
A groan escaped my lips. I pressed into him, wanting to feel every inch of his body against mine. It was like liquid lust spilled through me, and I needed more. His other hand glided down my spine, and I arched my back at the feather-light sensation, grinding against him. His fingers found the hem of my skirt and tugged it up an inch. His skin was rough against mine.
I will not be ignored! Especially for him.
The roar echoed through my skull, and I broke away with a gasp, stumbling back.
Loralie Hall is a full time corporate geek and a fuller time writer. Her spouse is her muse and their cats are very much their children. When they’re not spending way too much time gaming, they’re making the world more good by vanquishing one fictional evil at a time.
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