Jack is a failed guardian angel, with one last chance to redeem himself, and only three days to do it.
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Jack is a guardian angel. A guardian angel who has failed every single assignment. For the past hundred years.
Now he has been given his final assignment, and he has one last chance - one chance to prove himself, one chance to change his fate.
But there is a catch: the assignment can't see him, unless he can find a way to break through, a way to touch her. Only then can he even begin to help her.
He has three days.
*Includes a preview of Rest For The Wicked - The Claire Wiche Chronicles Book 1.
Michael appeared in the guardian’s waiting room—just before the bell that would have warned Jack of his impending arrival.
Dread slithered in Jack’s gut as he stood and faced the archangel. If Michael took it on himself to deliver the news personally, that news was going to be bad.
Michael studied him for an endless moment, then finally spoke. “You have been given a reprieve.” Jack closed his eyes, relief washing through him. “But this will be your last chance, Jack.”
“Last chance Jack.” He smiled. “It sounds like a country song.” His smile faded as Michael simply gazed at him, blue eyes cold. “That was a joke—right, never mind.”
Michael never did understand the concept of joking. The unbending, humorless archangel considered it a human flaw.
When that archangel cleared his throat, Jack knew he was irritated. An easy tell, one Jack picked up on during their first encounter.
“You have been here nearly a century, Jack. I extended your time because you gave your life to save a life. A child’s life. But I can no longer offer excuses for your failures. If you do not complete this assignment, your destiny is out of my hands.”
“Which means what—I fail this time and I’m thrown into Hell?” When Michael kept silent, Jack knew he hit it on the head. His past had finally caught up with him. Swallowing, he ran one hand through his hair. “Where am I going?”
“To someone who needs your help.” Michael was full of information, as usual. “Follow the rules this time, Jack—all of them. As this is your last chance, you are also bound by the rules of a final assignment.”
“Can you refresh my memory on those?”
Michael sighed, shook his head. “You will remember what you need. You have three days.”
“What?” Jack stared at him. “I can barely fill in their history in three days—never mind figure out what I’m supposed to—”
“And that has always been your shortcoming.” Michael crossed his arms, irritated bumping up to annoyed. “You spend too much time, and they become—attached. Extricating you causes difficulties, on both sides. The time limit was set for your own good.” Those cold blue eyes studied him. “Are you ready?”
Temper flared in the archangel’s eyes. Temper only Jack seemed to pull out of him.
“Yes.” Michael clapped his hands, and with no warning the floor disappeared.
Jack fell—and he realized, when he didn’t slow down, didn’t begin the gradual drop that was the normal routine, his tumble to earth would be just that. Not a good start.
Michael’s voice followed after him.
“One small detail, Jack. She will not be able to see you—unless you find a way to reach her.”
And isn’t that just perfect?
Jack closed his eyes and braced himself for a painful landing.