Hope you all have a fun weekend planned. I’ve off to a wee job this morning then am hoping to be able to chill out a bit and catch up on my editing – we’ll see how that goes! First though, I’m thrilled to be joining in the My Sexy Saturday blog hop. The theme this week is supposed to be Sexy in Space – sadly I have no space themed stories for you, so I hope you’ll settle for something heavenly instead (hey, it’s all up, right?) This is from my new Christmassy release, Divine Justice.
“Jeremiah, you have been brought before the Council of Archangels to answer for your recent actions.”
The words echoed around the coliseum. Pillars framed the circle, solid cloud of pure white veined faintly with pink and gold. Above them the sky glowed, reflecting the light of the heavens. There was a time when he would have appreciated the grandeur, the beauty of it. When he would never have expected to be in this position.
Jeremiah stood straight and tall in front of them. He was not going to beg for mercy or plead for his life. He was aware that he had… slipped. Where he had once loved his work, lived for it, been willing to believe in anyone or anything. Then centuries of watching the selfishness and greed of humans had left him bitter, cynical even. These were no kind of emotions for an angel. The council would be well within their rights to end his existence, a part of him would almost welcome it. The emptiness and peace of eternal oblivion. There was an appeal to that.
He eyed up the solemn line of archangels. All tall, blond, well-built. Ethereally beautiful, pure yet stern. He knew them all, had been friends with some of them once. It seemed a long time ago. When you lived forever then time started to lose all meaning.
Their leader stepped forward. Raphael looked solemn but then he generally did. Never one for cracking a smile, even in the old days.
“We have discussed the matter and reached a decision.”
Jeremiah held his breath. This was it. They were going to pronounce sentence, end him. There was little mercy for one of his kind; there couldn’t be with the powers they possessed. Up until this moment he’d thought he’d made his peace with that, but the faint tremble to his hands and the tightness in his chest proved him wrong. It was odd to be on the receiving end of judgement instead of being the one passing it. For the first time he wondered about those he had judged over his long existence – had they all felt like this?
If you’re wanting to find out what happens next, you can grab your copy for just 0.99 on Amazon here:
And don’t forget to check out the rest of the great authors taking part today.
Take care x