The Archangel Michael is tired. He fought wars and shoved his brother Lucifer out of heaven all before the Dark Ages rolled around. His role as protector of Israel now encompasses all of humanity, and while he performs his job perfectly, there’s little personal joy in it.
Until one night in a bar when he meets Asher.
Michael isn’t sure what it is about the vulnerable, self-deprecating Asher that calls to him, but something about his restrained depths, gentle smiles, and encyclopedic knowledge of flowers tugs at Michael in a way that can’t be denied. Too bad romance isn’t part of his mission.
Facing an eternity of perfect submission to God’s authority, rebellion stirs in Michael. Questions of free will, angelic vocation, and the role of love and lust demand answers that just might cost Michael his place in heaven.
Warnings: this novella contains urban fantasy, wings, angels doing unangelic things, erotic content, and playful blasphemy.
Okay, this is probably going to be an unpopular review, but because this is my review based on my interpretation of how I read the book I get to to say, without being rude or condescending of course, how I felt during and after this book.
First, I totally get that we are talking about Angels, Satan, saving someone. That’s the basis of the book. My issue was that, for me the entire religious side of it, for me anyway. Got in the way of the story. The connection for Michael and Asher is lost. This is about Michael and his Fall from Grace. And I’m sure there are lots of ppl that enjoy having these two things mixed. I do not.
On to to the basics. The writing, of course is flawless. Witty when it needs to be, sad, sweet, fun.