Sins of an Angel by Ishabelle Torry

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Blurb
Seven Deadly Sins… One tempted angel…

As an Angel of Mercy, Nayla’s duty is to collect the souls of the mortals who’ve given up

on life and return them to the Guff for rebirth. But her loyalty to duty is challenged when she’s

sent to destroy the essence of Grant Farris. Calling upon the Archangel Michael, she begs for

leniency. After all, how can one be happy when all one has known is pain?

Grant has no idea that his eternal soul is facing total annihilation. As far as he’s

concerned, this life can go straight to hell…which is exactly what Lucifer intends. But when the

angel Nayla interferes and is granted mortality to aid in Grant’s redemption, Lucifer realizes an

even better opportunity. He could have his very own Angel of Mercy!

Can Nayla save Grant’s soul without losing her own to temptation?

EXCERPT
The smell of cinnamon teased Nayla’s nose. She licked her lips. “I didn’t see it set out

earlier. Perhaps just a small bite then?”

The server scooped a chunk onto her plate with a smile. “Bon appetite.” She winked.

Nayla plopped down into her seat across from Grant and anxiously dipped her spoon

into the steaming apple dessert. She closed her eyes as the warmth of the fruit and spices melted

on her palate. She scooped a bigger piece up and shoved it into her watering mouth, licking the

spoon clean.

“Is that good?” Grant sniggered. “You seem to be enjoying it”—his gaze dropped to the

newly clean utensil still pressed to her lips—”a lot.”

Heat spread across her cheeks and down her neck. “I must confess, this is the most

delicious thing I can recall ever eating. What is it named again?”

“Apple pie. A good ol’ American favorite.”

“Oh. I love it! Do you like to eat pie?”

Grant grunted, his dark eyes darting back to his own plate with a grin. “Oh man, do I

love…pie.”

She scraped up another bite. Excited over sharing something in common, she held her

spoon out across the table. “I insist you eat a piece of my pie then! It is marvelous.”

Grant’s fork clattered to the table. He sat back, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I

think I’m going to skip dessert today.”

Nayla leaned over the table, swaying the apple pie before him. “Just one bite…one lick? I

dare say you won’t regret it.” Her Slavic accent rolled the “r” in regret.

His mouth clamped down on the spoon, pulling it away from her hand. He swallowed the

bite without really chewing, tossing the silverware on his plate. “Eat the muffin, Nayla. We have

to leave soon.”

AUTHOR BIO
At the age of fourteen, Ishabelle Torry stole her first romance novel, Warrior’s Lady by

Madeline Baker, from her mother’s glass “no-no” cabinet. It was then Ishabelle fell in love with

the idea of new worlds, love conquers all, and the ability to forget the real world as she took on

the lives of characters that were just as real as the people she interacted with every day. It wasn’t

long before her fixation with romance novels landed her in the high school office to collect

the books confiscated during the previous week. Ishabelle swore one day she’d write the kind

of book that would keep readers so enthralled, they’d too risk confiscation to keep turning the

pages!

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