Romance

No Angels for Christmas (The Mystery Angel Romance Series Book 2) by Petie McCarty

Am I the only one who enjoys Christmas (and ‘cold’ settings) even more when it’s hot outside?

The book is the latest release in The Mystery Angel Romance Series, No Angels for Christmas (The Mystery Angel Romance Series Book 2) by Petie McCarty, a Cozy Mystery, Romantic Suspense.

No Angels for Christmas. . . a cozy romantic mystery with suspense from The Mystery Angel Romances series. An angel hidden in every book waiting for you to figure out the angel’s identity . . .

Child psychologist Rachel Kelly isn’t quite sure how to handle the situation with her newest client—a six-year-old boy who says he can talk to angels and one is coming to help Rachel. She already has her hands full of trouble this Christmas season, and things quickly take a turn for the worse when a stalker crashes Rachel’s Christmas party and takes her young clients hostage.

Police negotiator, Lt. Jake Dillon, walked away from his fiancée Rachel when she suddenly balked at having kids. His kids. Yet when the hostage crisis erupts, Rachel calls Jake first. Now he has a choice to make—stand back and wait for the cavalry to save Rachel or step in and try to save her himself. Time is running out, and Jake may be their only chance for rescue.

Unless Rachel’s little angel-spying client is telling the truth…

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Luke’s jaw muscles flexed hard, and his eyes narrowed. “Well, that settles it.”

“Settles what?”

“You’re not going to the mill ever again.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

She turned sideways in her seat to make sure he could see her glare. “You can’t tell me what to do.” She didn’t want to go anywhere near the mill, but she wasn’t going to let him boss her around.

“I can and I just did.” His jaw clenched again. “You’re not going to the mill, and that’s final.”

She crossed her arms over her chest in a huff. “I’ll go over there if I want to.”

But, I don’t want to.

“No,” he yelled.

“Yes,” she yelled right back.

He slammed on the brakes and turned to give her a glare of his own. She happily returned it. His right arm snaked out and pulled her over the narrow gap between the seats, his mouth closing over hers before she could mutter a reproach. Not that she wanted to. The kiss was long and deep, the pressure of his hand tight against her neck as though he would never let her go. She melted into his kiss and could feel the depth of his fear for her safety.

His hands cupped her cheeks as he broke the kiss, so she couldn’t get away. “Do not go to the mill,” he whispered huskily, “please.”

Dazed, she stared into his amazing chocolate-dark eyes. “Sure, whatever you say.”

She caught a quick breath. Her mind reeled in a jumble. Fearful he’d only kissed her to get his way, she needed to find out. She tugged him to her, wanting to kiss him again with an urgency she had never felt before. She could feel the fear in his last kiss. He had let her in behind his carefully constructed barricade.

Luke hesitated, his lips close enough to hers the connection was almost imagined. She could feel the heat of him against her cheeks and chin. His lips brushed hers once and then nuzzled her cheek. Her heart stuttered a beat. He brushed lightly across her lips a second time, and she realized she was holding her breath.

He had what he wanted. She had agreed not to go to the mill. He kissed her now with his heart and not his head. She could feel the difference. She wanted to breathe, but she couldn’t move. He nuzzled her lips, and she was sure her heart had stopped altogether. No wait, now it was thundering like a herd of wild Appaloosas.

He pulled away a second time and stared into her eyes. “I think it would be best if we headed to Vera’s now.”

She nodded weakly.

He leaned in and brushed her lips one final time and let her go. When he let her go, she slumped back against her seat. He noticed and the slow, lazy smile appeared as he put the Jeep in gear.


No Cowboys No Angels ~ The Mystery Angel Romances Book 1

Kellen Brand’s inheritance turns out to be a whopper—one dilapidated farm in West Virginia and one guardian angel!

Since Kellen is convinced no sane woman would choose to live in Riverside, she vows to sell her farm and quick. Her handsome neighbor Luke Kenyon must block the farm sale or risk exposure of his family’s secrets. While Kellen has located one potential buyer, she faces a town full of objectors. Someone is trying to frighten her off, and Luke is forced to step in and rescue her more than once.

Unfortunately, Kellen can’t seem to stay out of trouble. She stumbles onto a clandestine hazardous-waste-dumping operation next to her farm, and she prays Luke has one more rescue up his sleeve. It’s her only hope of staying alive.

Unless her mother really did leave her a guardian angel .

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About the Author

Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World — “The Most Magical Place on Earth” — where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her “day” job to write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels to her regency time travel series, Lords in Time, and her cozy-mystery-with-a-dash-of-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.

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