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words for the emotions he felt. “He’s just like you.”

“He looks like me?” I asked, so eager to see him my heart clenched.

“No,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss my hand he held through his mask. “He’s an angel like you, not at all like me.”

“Priest, if he’s half you,” I argued as they finally brought my baby over swaddled in a blue blanket to lay him on my chest.

Priest was there instantly, helping move the fabric of my hospital gown so the baby could place his red little cheek on my naked skin. He hesitated, a tombstone tatted finger gently, so gently, smoothing over that plump cheek.

I gazed down at the light face, eyes squeezed shut as he fussed, then settle slightly against me. He had such a little fist, half the size of his dad’s one finger, and a small smattering of hair on his head the same shade of antique copper.

“He looks like you,” I murmured, feeling love turn over every molecule in my body, turning me from plain old Bea Lafayette into something greater, made whole and invincible by my love for his baby and this man.

“Like you,” Priest argued lowly as he peered down over us, smoothing back my sweaty hair while he ran his finger over the baby’s downy head.

“Both of us, then,” I declared on a weepy light laugh. “Look at how beautiful we are together.”

Priest kissed my head, and I knew he didn’t have language for the unprecedented feelings roiling through him.

“What should we call him?” he asked me a moment later.

We hadn’t decided on baby names. I wanted to meet our little McKenna before we decided on anything, perhaps romantically thinking the right name would come to us like a lightning strike.

I should have trusted my instincts because one did.

“Azrael,” I said reverently, anointing his forehead with the touch of my finger. “Azrael Axelsen McKenna.”

A little smile, small and newborn as our baby, flickered at the edges of Priest’s mouth. “The Angel of Death.”

“You and me,” I repeated as Azrael made a little mewing sound. “I think he likes it.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “The benevolent angel of death seems about right. The product of life and death.”

I hummed, exhaustion and bone-deep contentment softening my body into sleepy wakefulness.

“Thank you,” Priest said again, tipping his head down so he could look me directly in the eye, his entire hand tenderly palming the back of Azrael’s head as he moved. “Thank you for bringin’ me back, for givin’ me so fuckin’ much to live for.”

Tears sluiced down my cheeks, cleansing and renewing as a baptism. I pulled my man close to me, pressing a kiss to his beautiful, unsmiling mouth as we both held our baby close, and I knew that no matter our unconventionality, the sins of our past, or the tribulations that faced us in our future, my psycho and I were deserving of a soft epilogue and a very fucking happy ending.

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Welcome to the Dark Side (The Fallen Men, Book #2) Excerpt

I was a good girl.

I ate my vegetables, volunteered at the local autism centre and sat in the front pew of church every Sunday.

Then, I got cancer.

What the hell kind of reward was that for a boring life well lived?

I was a seventeen-year-old paradigm of virtue and I was tired of it.

So, when I finally ran into the man I’d been writing to since he saved my life as a little girl and he offered to show me the dark side of life before I left it for good,