by Heather M. Walker
GENRE: Paranormal romance
When she meets the handsome, yet snarky, Professor Bainbridge with whom she will be teaching at the local University, everything in her life abruptly changes. Something about him seems intimately familiar to her in a way she can’t totally identify. Even though he’s brusque and intimidating, Annaleah is drawn by his otherworldly eyes and foreign mannerisms.
With the help of angels, both Holy and fallen, she discovers just how unique she truly is. Dreams become a meeting place between this reality and the next, and Professor Sebastian Bainbridge’s true identity is revealed.
When her dreams begin to be more than dreams and she wakes up with Georgia red clay she walked through during a nightmare still wet on her feet, Annaleah knows something intense and powerful is going on, and that somehow, Professor Bainbridge is part of it. She is determined to embrace the profound destiny that awaits her and the Professor, even if that means taking up a sword to fight the Devil himself.
Sebastian laughed despite her apparent confusion and said, "Oh Annaleah my darling, did you forget?"
Feeling a bit betrayed by his laughter when he could plainly see her distress, Annaleah asked, "Did I forget what?"
At this Sebastian outstretched his magnificent wings to their full height and length, blocking out the sky and the moon hanging therein.
"Your wings Annaleah; you forgot you had wings."
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I have a lot of things that make me, “quirky” you might say. I love animals, and I truly think that they have souls, emotions and personalities, just like we do. A lot of people tend to think that because they do not communicate like humans do, that they are not as intelligent, and therefor not as important as we are. I just cannot understand how anyone can stare into the eyes of an animal and not see a living soul there.
I treat animals the way I would a person, with compassion and respect. I have a special affinity for cats especially, we just seem to gravitate to each other. I have taken care of so many outdoor cats I can’t recall all of their names. I have four indoor cats as well, and they are my family members, not my pets. Each has their own personality and quirks, and way of showing affection and expressing themselves. Luna is the newest member of our family at two years old. She is an orange Manx, and full of energy. When she wants to be affectionate, she rolls over on her side, then on her back to show her bully for rubs. More than the other three, she is one to do the slow eye blink, which is kitty language for “I love you.” Frosty is nine years old, and has feline alopecia. Like so many people, he has an anxiety issue, and tends to over groom himself until his fur falls out. We try to give him extra love and play time. He too, enjoys belly rubs. Rajah is 15 years old, and is a silly boy. He likes to twitch his tail in my face playfully, and has a habit of eating his food with his paws, like a fancy boy. Athena is my familiar, and she is Rajah’s sister, and is 15 too. My poor girl is deaf, but that doesn’t stop her from doing anything a normal cat would do. She is always by my side, and tends to say “Merr” instead of meow, which is why she has the nickname of “Merr” or “Merr Merr.”
I guess the quirkiest thing I do is not only talk to my cats as if they can understand very word I say, but I also sing to them. I know people would probably think me crazy, and that is okay. I enjoy it, and my cats seem to as well.