Kristie Haigwood (a.k.a. K.S. Haigwood) is currently writing her 8th novel. She lives in Arkansas, US. She is the mother of 2 awesome kids and 2 great dogs. She is happily married to her soulmate who thinks reading is a solid waste of time. Opposites attract. Kristie’s works include 'Save My Soul', 'Forbidden Touch', 'Eternal Island' and 'Hell's Gift' (available on Amazon in ebook and print). 'Eternal Immortality', 'Eternal Inception', 'The Last Assignment' and 'Good Side of Sin' are all releasing soon.
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Depression consumes the guardian angel, Rhyan, after his human charge chooses her soulmate over him. Filled with anger and despair, he lashes out. And when his hate-filled words land him neck-deep in Hell, he realizes he's gone too far. He expects trouble, but not to discover his own soulmate in the fiery depths. Abigail is there with good reason, but she's done her time, and in order to save them both, Rhyan must strike a deal with the Devil. The stakes are higher than ever before, with his soul, his friends and even the fate of Heaven and Earth in jeopardy. If he fails, Rhyan stands to lose more than he ever feared. Will true love be denied? It will take everything he's got to break down the traps Lucifer puts in his way. New lines are drawn and old scores are settled, and Rhyan is in for the fight of his life. With Abigail as the prize, and humanity in the balance, he will stop at nothing to claim...Hell's Gift.
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Someone cleared their throat. It must have been to get my attention, because we don't have the human annoyances of allergies or head colds, and I was the only other being in the recreational room.
Nevertheless, I kept my head lowered and my eyes drifted shut in hope the approaching angel would get the hint that I had no interest in idle chit-chat.
"She's happy, Rhyan."
My lips parted and something in between a moan and a sigh escaped on the exhale. I'd heard the same line a thousand times. Next it would be, "You should be happy for her, not moping around here like a lost puppy. It's been a year. She's married to her soulmate and has a child now. You need to move on. Get over her already!"
The whole of Heaven's occupants knew my problem. I felt like each and every one of them had voiced their opinion more than once, and I wasn't going to sit there and listen to it again like a broken record or a compact disk set on repeat. It wasn't like I was the only angel in love with their charge.
My eyes shot open and focused on my new company. My stare held the first warning. Actually, there wouldn't be a second one. I'd heard enough.
Josselyn froze and held both hands up in a silent apology or truce. "I'll shut up."
I groaned, uncrossed my ankles from the foot stool and got swiftly to my feet. "Talk all you want, but I'm not staying here to listen to what you or anyone else thinks I should do with my eternity." I started for the door.
I had to get out.
I could feel the walls of the large room closing in on me.
It was bad enough that I could hear Kendra's every thought, but when someone mentioned her, or reminded me that I needed to stop torturing myself because I will never have her, never touch her, never kiss her again...
"Rhyan, please," she said, and I paused with my hand on the gold door knob. "I'm really sorry. I don't know what you're going through, but I seriously didn't come in here to make it any worse than it already is. I promise not to say anymore on the subject if you want to just hang out."
I laughed sarcastically. "I can't just hang out, Jossel. I'm not me anymore!" I shouted, my body language suddenly changing to show how I really felt. Pissed.
My fingers curled, forming a fist. I wasn't going to hit her, but the wall beside me wasn't out of the question. I guess there was a second warning after all.
I growled in frustration as I pointed to the always spotless floor. "My Heaven is on earth, and she is sleeping with another man right now, a man that would have had a one way ticket to Hell if Coen hadn't interfered."
Josselyn's eyes grew wide as she stared at me in shock. She finally blinked and looked around nervously. Her voice was considerably lower when she spoke again. "You don't mean that--"
"I do--" I started, but she ran to me and covered my mouth with her hand. Surely she wasn't dumb enough to think that would shut me up.
"Are you insane?" she whispered frantically. She looked around cautiously again to make sure that we were still alone. "I get the whole depressed thing..." Her brow furrowed. "...well, not entirely, but I can see that you are upset because you think some other kid stole your favorite toy. But you can't go around damning people to Hell unless you have a wish to go there yourself."
I jerked my head away from her hand, then grabbed her wrist, stilling it in its place when she tried to follow my movement. I glared into her deep brown eyes. "Hell couldn't be any worse than the one I'm already living in," I said through a clenched jaw, then shoved her away from me and walked out the door.
I lost my footing and practically fell into the corridor. My legs felt like jell-o and there was a high pitched ringing in my ears all of a sudden.
What's happening to me?
I shook my head in confusion and rubbed my blurry eyes in an attempt to clear my vision. I stumbled into the wall and fell to my knees as Heaven spun around me; my palms, then skull, slapped the shiny floor with a loud clap and thump.
Something was seriously wrong with me, but I had no clue as to what. Angels were free of imperfections. We never got ill or injured. Evidently those standard rules didn't apply to me anymore.
I heard the door to the recreational room open, footsteps coming toward me and a muffled voice screaming my name.
It sounded like I was in a tunnel. I could barely make out the words being spoken.
"Rhyan, can you hear me? Say something! Tell me what's wrong so I can do something. Please!" Josselyn began to sob above me, fear for my wellbeing clear in her cries, but I found it impossible to answer her. I could only groan. I couldn't concentrate on how to form a word, let alone an entire sentence. My world had flipped upside down in only a few brief seconds.
I would have panicked if I could have remembered how.
I faintly heard the echo of a male voice shouting, then more footsteps pounding the stone floor in my direction.
"What's wrong with him?" the male voice asked Josselyn, but I never heard her response.
An unfamiliar feeling started in my toes and worked its way up my body. It was...pain. It felt like a hundred burning hands on my naked flesh pulling me under a lake of molten lava.
My mouth involuntarily opened and a glass shattering scream left my throat.
My last thought was of Kendra. I forced my eyes open and frantically grabbed for the first angel I could get my hands on. It was Josselyn. Her expression was full of terror and panic as she stared back at me.
I tried my best to ignore the pain long enough to get my dying wish out of my mouth. "I give you Kendra." My voice shook, but I pushed through the weak vocals and finished what I needed to say. "Watch over her. I beg of you. I will not carry her soul with me into the unknown." I opened my mouth and released my link to Kendra into the shocked angel only a breath away from me.
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