Four Winds Series by Anne Conley
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The Four Winds is a series of stories by Anne Conley of God’s archangels: Uriel—the archangel of destiny, Rafael—the archangel of healing, Gabriel—the messenger, and Michael—the angel of war. Watch as each one defeats the devil, known as Damien, who thinks he’s entitled to their brides. See their struggle as they experience humanity for the first time in the name of love. Warning: contains elements of Christianity, coupled with some sex scenes, and what people may consider heretical viewpoints.
Falling for Heaven– Uriel is one of God’s Four Winds, the Archangel of Destiny. He has helped thousands of people throughout the ages find their destiny according to His will. This time however, what he doesn’t realize, is that it’s his own destiny he’s supposed to fulfill.
Heather is an exotic dancer, whose stage name is Heaven. It’s not what she’s always wanted to do, but it helps her pay the bills, and she’s got a lot of bills, with taking care of her mother and her sister. When the mysterious Uriel comes into the club, she can tell he’s different — just how different will rock her world…
Falling for Grace– Rafael is one of God’s Four Winds, the Archangel of Healing. He has answered the countless prayers for healing of loved ones, wondering what it was about the emotion that made humans willing to sacrifice so much.
Grace is a lifeguard who has been on Rafe’s radar since she lost a little boy three years ago. What she doesn’t realize is the green haze that comes over her during a rescue is actually a divine presence who’s about to give up his celestial body to become a very real entity in her life.
While Grace is trying to overcome her own demon, Rafe is discovering his own sexuality, but there’s a darker presence making himself known. The Deceiver wants what Rafe is getting, and he’ll do whatever it takes to have her.
Falling for Hope– Hope is an eccentric librarian who lives with her five cats and loves to spend her time fantasizing about living in a world of shape-shifters, vampires, and fairies. Although the existence of a paranormal world is far from Hope’s reality, she can’t help but sense there’s something different about the mysterious man lurking in her library.
Gabriel is God’s Strength, the Messenger, who’s been tasked with delivering the Word for millennia. His most recent assignment will be his last, to fall in love and become human. But he can’t quite figure out what he’s done to displease the Boss. Gabriel’s latest assignment might be the hardest, but this gorgeous rubenesque quirk of a woman definitely has him intrigued.
Falling for Faith– In this, the fourth book in the Four Winds Series, the story is more intense, Damien is more intense, the sex is more intense. The entire series thus far has escalated into this, the archangel of war’s story.
Michael, the archangel of war, is pissed. Humanity has taken every last vestige of any feelings he might have had and colored them in with cynicism. He’s ready to be done. So when The Boss gives him the deal, he’s eager for his mortality, at any cost, regardless of who he has to ‘fall in love’ with to get it. Blessed death. That’s what he’s looking forward to. When he finds out what Faith does for a living, he’s pissed off all over again.
Faith is a cat burglar, but when she inadvertently makes a deal with Damien, Michael steps in to protect what is rightfully his. She’s not over her own tragic past, and this hulking bundle of hotness can’t change that. But when he insists on protecting her, claiming her, and dominating her, she is powerless to deny her own emotions.
For mature audiences. Contains swear words, sex, elements of BDSM, and possibly heretical viewpoints.
Falling for Cyn– Damien is bad—the original Evil. Satan from Hell on Earth has been his identity since forever. The Devil. Beelzebub. Minister of Evil. Prince of Darkness. Lucifer. Old Scratch.
He’s never been given a choice in this prison of fate, but it’s his turn now.
Hell is about to meet his match. When Damien gets a woman, the only underworld he’s ever known changes. She’s chosen for him, but she’s enough…
Cynthia doesn’t believe in Hell; she believes in kindness and science, and the greater good. She’s perfect, and pure and…
dying.
But she’s his.
And he’ll move Heaven and Hell to keep her.
This is Anne Conley’s final installment in the Four Winds series.
Falling for Grace:
Her scent wafted up to his nose, smells of the sun and the sea, and his heart pounded in response. The tightness in his chest hadn’t faded, nor had the heat in his belly. His gut stirred again at the memory of her skin under his fingers at the dance club.
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“I couldn’t just do a casual thing with you…You would need more from me than I’m willing to give you.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper, and he breathed in her exhalations, trying to taste her. His finger was still on her chin, but it snaked around to caress her jaw, then her neck, going around to the back of it, pulling her closer.
“How can you tell that? We’re just talking.”
“It’s not the talking; it’s what we’ve been talking about. Intimacy and all that.” He could barely hear her, her voice barely above a whisper. “Nobody’s made any declarations, but I can just tell…”
“It does feel intimate, doesn’t it?” Rafe leaned closer, until their breaths were comingling.
Concentrating on the rain and the candle light, instead of his nerves, he steeled himself. Rafe had no idea this would be so hard. “You said nobody had made any declarations. Well, I’m declaring that we’re not going to be just friends. Just so we’re clear on that.” He lowered his mouth to hers, just for a little taste. He couldn’t stop himself.
As soon as their lips touched, her hands went to his chest, clutching handfuls of his tee shirt. Her lips were warm and smooth under his, and a raw need consumed Rafe. A roaring filled his ears, and he raised his other hand to caress the smooth skin of her shoulder. The tumult of emotions inside Rafe came to a fever pitch, drowning out everything but the touch of Grace, the scent of Grace, the taste of Grace.
Her lips were moving against his mouth, and he succumbed to the ripples of desire shuddering through his body. Her skin on her shoulder was so soft, and he caressed it, feeling her tremble under his touch.
The roaring got louder, more intense, and Grace mumbled something against his mouth. He groaned in response, pulling her soft little body tighter against him, as she pushed him away.
“Tornado, Rafe,” she gasped.
His eyes snapped open, and he realized the roaring he’d heard was indeed a tornado. Jumping up, he grabbed her hand and pushed her toward the bathroom.
