AS ANGELS WEEP
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“It’s not the time we have in life.
it’s what we do with it & the impact we have on
others.
That is our true legacy.”
Kali Willows
What Critics
are saying
"As
Angels Weep charms its reader with a tarnished hero they come to cheer for. His
tumultuous journey is thrilling & exciting." - Author, Kacey Hammell
Blurb:
A
smooth talker with the ladies, Luther Evans has all the right moves and all the
wrong motives. Swindling wealthy women and making shady business deals, he
strings along his girlfriend with promises of commitment and a flashy diamond
engagement ring, despite his playboy antics. Karma cashes
in when he gets an outrageous wakeup call from a messenger of death. Soon
after, he’s plagued by a bizarre string of deadly accidents he narrowly escapes
until the final incident. His narcissistic ways must suddenly change—when he
dies! Faced with the prospect of spiritual exile, our hero finds himself on an
urgent mission to save his soul.
Matched with his ethereal guide, Gabrielle, a
disinclined archangel who is a bit of a prankster, Luther faces temptation and
obstacles no mere mortal can overcome. On this perilous journey for his pursuit
of salvation, she tries to teach him the value of humanity. Will Luther strike
out and lose his soul on the road to redemption? Can Gabrielle save him from
eternal damnation despite the forces that try to stop them?
Preface
Penance was inconsequential to me once upon a time. For the first time
in my life, it means everything. My soul depends on it. For years, I swindled
wealthy women, made shady business deals that caused harm to others. In just
seven days, I face spiritual exile. Doomed to purgatory for my past deeds and
failure to live my humanity. My one chance at salvation? I have one assignment
to complete, with rules, very strict rules, and unspeakable consequences if I
fail. Whoever said good guys finish last was sadly mistaken. I'd never been a
good guy. Now, I have to be one if I want redemption.
~Excerpt:
Is this night ever gonna end?
“Sooner
than you think,” a woman’s whisper filled his ear.
Luther spun, but the hallway was empty. Great, he could add a little auditory hallucination to
top the evening off. The phone buzzed in his hand again.
Sorry, buddy, Beth’s home so you can’t come here tonight. Jazz told her everything. She’s pissed off. You should stay at the Plaza. Let me know
when you get there, I’ll pop over.
“Perfect,”
he grumbled.
No way would he go back to the house tonight, not
while she packed to leave. He didn’t want to deal with the aftermath. Getting out of pinches was his forte, not facing them.
To go to his father’s was out of the question. Even if
Jasmine hadn’t already told him everything, the need to explain why he had to crash overnight held no appeal and no
reprieve for Luther.
Marvin
was right. The Plaza seemed like the only viable solution.
Sure, I’ll head there. Should be a half hour or so. Gonna have a bite to eat and hit the sack. I’m wiped out. Luther finished the text then tucked his phone into
his coat and took his keys out. He pressed the elevator button with a heavy
sigh.
The clanking metal door dragged open with an irksome
ding. Empty. At least he didn’t have to paint on a smile. He inched into the
grimy box and pressed P5. A bed
was all he needed tonight, and no people to mingle with. The door scraped along
the frame as it closed then got stuck only six inches before shutting.
“Gimme a break.” He shoved his hand through to push it
open. Immovable, the cold metal resisted. Anger flooded him, and he kicked the door while wrestling it back and
forth, trying to get it to move. Without warning, the elevator door slammed
shut. He yanked his hand back in the nick of time, saving his fingers from
getting crushed. Luther’s chest pounded, and a rush of sweat covered his
forehead.
“That was close.” A sharp jolt shook the elevator.
Rattling sounded overhead, like a loose cable. The air grew thick.
He couldn’t breathe. Am I about to meet my maker? He snagged at the collar of his shirt then clicked the
button again and again for the main floor, but the death trap door didn’t
budge. He stilled, terrified to shift in case something broke in the
dilapidated wreck.
The
quiet besieged him and rang in his ears. He waited, his pulse raced, his
heartbeat thrummed behind his ears.
Luther sidestepped slowly to the console. He pushed the open button once again. It still didn’t work.
“I can’t believe this,” he hissed. Pins and needles filled his toes, traveling
up his legs, followed by a prickling along his skin.
Desperation
mounted and he pressed every button on the board, hoping something would free
him. Then, a grinding sound, followed by the sudden plummeting, and his stomach
bottomed out with the weightlessness.
No! The
elevator plunged downward. Images flashed through his mind and words filled his
head: If you wrong another person, you will die.
Is my
nightmare crossing into reality?
With a frightful jerk, the elevator stopped and the
door slid open. Stunned, he fixed his stare at the number P5, glowing above him. Luther bolted out of the elevator,
and the door eased closed behind him with the tactless chime sounding again.
Speechless,
even in his own mind, he fumbled with his keys and pressed the alarm button,
triggering piercing chirps and flashing lights down at the end of the row. The
commotion revealed his car in the sea of metal and wheels. Clicking the alarm
off, he walked down the concrete path to the respite of his trusty BMW.
The
sudden screech of tires ricocheted throughout the lot. It grew louder and
closer as he walked the length of the parking garage. Luther spied the fast
approaching car and jumped out of the path of the oncoming vehicle. The car
full of teens sped away, with only the bass of blaring music sounding with
rhythmic thuds, muffled by the closed windows.
Great. On top of the rest of the night, I’m paranoid,
too. Weariness washed over him. He reached
his silver car and climbed in.
