Dream Angel (Angel #1)


Jane West delivers once again scorching tension, unshakable danger and unparalleled loss. She never fails to keep the action tense and the risk high. This riveting tale brings a chilling touch to the reader making it impossible to put it down.

I'm not sure how West is able to keep doing it, but with each novel proves more exciting than the previous as she continues to raise the stakes in this spine-chilling tale leaving readers sitting on the edge of their seats.

Dream Angel is a masterstroke, sizzling romance, amiable characters and characters you love to hate and unbending suspense makes this a read to be savored.
 

 

 

Dream Angel

Copyright © 2016 by Jane West. All rights reserved.

 

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any way by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the author except as provided by USA copyright law. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, descriptions, entities, and incidents included in the story are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, events, and entities is entirely coincidental.


 

 

Acknowledgements

My love and thanks to my daughter who has been my biggest fan. She is the inspiration that keeps me going. Thanks to my readers and their wonderful reviews. This wouldn’t be possible without you.


 

 

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Dream Angel

Book 1

Jane West


 

 

            Journey

              Seriously

              The Foreshadower

              Dreams and Dreamy Boys

              Principal: Dr. Van

              A Message from the Dead

              Buried Secrets

              Forget Him

              Misunderstanding

              Man in Black

              Evidence

              Kicking Rocks

              I Didn’t Invite You

              Wayward Woes

              Castle Manière

              Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep

              King of the Castle

              Flames of Magick

              Forget-Me-Nots

              Evil Follows

              The Other Woman

              The Knowing Eye

              Feast of the Beast

              Treachery

              Lilies of Decay

              We Belong

              Magick’s in the Air

              The Rose

              Duplicity


 

 

 

 

To capture the Louisiana’s lingo, I purposely misspelled some words. This is the list of words that I have used.

 

ta = to

da = the

‘em = them

mofo = motherfuc….

y’at = you at

y’all = you all

magick = magic

momma = mom’n’em

gul= girl

gurrrlfriend = girlfriend


 

 

 

 

 

Journey

 

Isn’t it funny when fate throws you a wrench and the perplexity of life forces its ironclad hand upon your chest? When confronted with the truth so profound that you can’t fathom how you came to this very point in your journey? And the unrequited question that caresses your parched lips and taunts your every dream is not who you are… but what you are?

It began in midsummer. The smell of honeysuckle wafted through the air. I’d been hanging with my two BFFs, Laurie, and Becky. We’d gone to the movies, and watched a super crappy film, an alien takeover, sci-fi. The only good thing about it was the lead actor, a cute boy. The three of us had a blast eating popcorn and laughing over the lame lines. Poorly written romances really sucked!

Later, we went to grab a bite at Big Boy’s Bar-B-Que, messy, but the best in Sweetwater, Texas.

We were sitting at a booth eating our sandwiches when Logan Hunter sauntered in the small diner. He carried the impressive title of the all-star linebacker for the last two years at Sweetwater High. He was a grade higher, a senior. Logan had the cutest smile than any boy I’d ever met. And I, Stephanie Ray, had the biggest crush ever.

The door jangled, and I happened to look up. Fretfully, I twirled in my seat, about to have a cow. I jabbed Beck, who sat next to me, in the ribs. “Don’t look up!”

She snapped her blonde head up and asked. “Why?”

Of course, she did exactly what I asked her not to do. Looked!

“He’s here! Logan,” I whispered frantically.

Laurie had just come back from the restroom, sliding into her seat. “What’s wrong?” Her blue eyes bounced between Beck and me.

I leaned over the table, “Logan!” I whispered feverishly as my eyes rounded for her not to repeat his name aloud.

She laughed, swatting her hand at me.