No One's Angel by Kelly Walker
Publication Date: September 6th 2013
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Pages: 390
~Summary~
CONTENT WARNING: Due to adult sexual situations and language, this novel may not be appropriate for readers under 18.
If you are looking for an intense, passionate love so wrong it is right, a story about losing your way but clawing desperately at any chance to find your way back, about hanging on to your last shred of sanity and trusting someone enough to let go of your fears, look no further. No One's Angel's angel is a New Adult (NA) Contemporary Romance about a girl learning to fight back and a boy learning to let go.
Tess used to spend more hours than she'd care to admit playing her favorite computer game, using the nickname Angel. She could pretend her life was different, and she could pretend Arion was just a friend. But a girl needs more to keep her warm at night than pixels, and she traded her virtual heaven for a real-life hell. Now she's on the run from a past she won't talk about, and the only place she has to go is the doorstep of the friend she's never actually met.
When Angel disappeared from their nightly games, it nearly destroyed Arion. He threw himself into work and women, but he can't help knowing the one-night stands will never compare to the angel who haunts his dreams. At first, when she shows up soaking wet and scared-shitless on his doorstep, he thinks his prayers have been answered.
But the more Arion tries to keep Angel close, the more her fear drives her away. If they are ever going to have a chance for a future, they'll first have to deal with the past that hasn't forgotten her any more than she's forgotten it--and Arion will have to learn how to let her go.
If you are looking for an intense, passionate love so wrong it is right, a story about losing your way but clawing desperately at any chance to find your way back, about hanging on to your last shred of sanity and trusting someone enough to let go of your fears, look no further. No One's Angel's angel is a New Adult (NA) Contemporary Romance about a girl learning to fight back and a boy learning to let go.
Tess used to spend more hours than she'd care to admit playing her favorite computer game, using the nickname Angel. She could pretend her life was different, and she could pretend Arion was just a friend. But a girl needs more to keep her warm at night than pixels, and she traded her virtual heaven for a real-life hell. Now she's on the run from a past she won't talk about, and the only place she has to go is the doorstep of the friend she's never actually met.
When Angel disappeared from their nightly games, it nearly destroyed Arion. He threw himself into work and women, but he can't help knowing the one-night stands will never compare to the angel who haunts his dreams. At first, when she shows up soaking wet and scared-shitless on his doorstep, he thinks his prayers have been answered.
But the more Arion tries to keep Angel close, the more her fear drives her away. If they are ever going to have a chance for a future, they'll first have to deal with the past that hasn't forgotten her any more than she's forgotten it--and Arion will have to learn how to let her go.
~Excerpt~
Arion reaches for my hand but catches only air. I freeze. And then I
shiver. Without the warmth of the blankets, I remember I'm not
wearing anything but his shirt, and given the look he's giving me
now, I'm not the only one who's noticed. That expression I can
read just fine.
"You aren't going anywhere, Angel."
I suck in a sharp breath, hearing his words in someone else's
voice.
But I did. I'm here. I left.
My eyes dart around the room like a moth fluttering against a light.
My pile of clothes, which should have been by the door, is missing.
"Did you take my clothes?" The tightening in my chest makes my
words breathless. I try to tell myself not to panic, but that's
like telling a dog not to wag its tail. Acknowledging it only makes
it worse. I gulp for more air as my head starts to spin.
"Would only seem fair. After all, you took mine." His tone is
tense, but beneath it I can hear his familiar teasing. I try to tell
myself I don't have to be afraid. This is Arion. The one person I
trust. I know him.
But I don't, and to tell myself otherwise is a lie.
If he wants his freaking shirt he can have it. I've got to get out
of here. My fingers begin undoing the buttons without me really
thinking about it, and then I'm shrugging my shoulders free.
His eyes go from warm pools of interest to sexy oceans of desire in
the time it takes me to remember I don't even have a bra on.
I manage to catch the shirt just before it falls away from my hips,
and I quickly wrap it around me, covering myself. I tilt my chin
toward him defiantly, daring him to say or do anything even as I want
to beg him to let me go. At the same time I want to beg him to pull
me close. My emotion is a giant see-saw, and I'm tottering on the
edge with him in the middle. If he takes one step toward me, it will
tip the balance.
shiver. Without the warmth of the blankets, I remember I'm not
wearing anything but his shirt, and given the look he's giving me
now, I'm not the only one who's noticed. That expression I can
read just fine.
"You aren't going anywhere, Angel."
I suck in a sharp breath, hearing his words in someone else's
voice.
But I did. I'm here. I left.
My eyes dart around the room like a moth fluttering against a light.
My pile of clothes, which should have been by the door, is missing.
"Did you take my clothes?" The tightening in my chest makes my
words breathless. I try to tell myself not to panic, but that's
like telling a dog not to wag its tail. Acknowledging it only makes
it worse. I gulp for more air as my head starts to spin.
"Would only seem fair. After all, you took mine." His tone is
tense, but beneath it I can hear his familiar teasing. I try to tell
myself I don't have to be afraid. This is Arion. The one person I
trust. I know him.
But I don't, and to tell myself otherwise is a lie.
If he wants his freaking shirt he can have it. I've got to get out
of here. My fingers begin undoing the buttons without me really
thinking about it, and then I'm shrugging my shoulders free.
His eyes go from warm pools of interest to sexy oceans of desire in
the time it takes me to remember I don't even have a bra on.
I manage to catch the shirt just before it falls away from my hips,
and I quickly wrap it around me, covering myself. I tilt my chin
toward him defiantly, daring him to say or do anything even as I want
to beg him to let me go. At the same time I want to beg him to pull
me close. My emotion is a giant see-saw, and I'm tottering on the
edge with him in the middle. If he takes one step toward me, it will
tip the balance.
~About The Author~
Kelly Walker was born in Trappe, MD but she now calls Fredericksburg Virginia home. She has an unhealthy appreciation for chocolate, and a soft spot for rescued animals. Her best lessons on writing came from a lifetime of reading. She loves the fantastical, and the magical, and believes a captivating romance can be the most realistic magic of all. Kelly, her husband and her two children share their home with three dogs who walk her, and two cats who permit her to occasionally share their couch.
I actually love the original cover better but I guess this tells a better story for the book.....like it's new adult and a romance. I don't know why, I was dying to read this book, but now it just isn't at the top of my list anymore. One day though!
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Interesting premise.
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