Ciao, amici! Today, I’m once again sharing a friend and fellow author’s new release. I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am that so many authors are putting out such quality work, and I assure you, this one will rank high on your list.
I’ve got Marcia Meara here today. We’re revisiting our favorite emissaries, Jake and Dodger, in her latest release, The Emissary 3: Love Hurts. And without further delay, it’s my honor to turn things over to my Story Empire cohort, Marcia Meara. Marcia, take it away…
Thanks so much for having me here today Staci. I’m pretty excited to be sharing the release of Book 3 in my Emissary Trilogy with you and your followers. I hope they’ll enjoy this little excerpt featuring a conversation between Jake Daughtry, the first angelic emissary, and his unofficially adopted son, Dodger, the second one. The boy has been searching everywhere for a young lady he’d helped two weeks earlier when she’d dropped an armload of books. Jake was killing time at a local diner as he waited for the boy to join him for lunch. When the girl of Dodger’s dreams walked through the door, Jake was eager to alert his son—until he saw she wasn’t alone.
Jake hunched over his cup of coffee, trying to hide his face while listening to the ringing of Dodger’s phone. Just what he was going to say to avert this catastrophe, he wasn’t sure, but before he could come up with a plan, his boy answered.
“Hold that thought, whatever it was. I’ll be there in about sixty seconds. Go ahead and order my usual, if you would.” And with that, the call ended.
Oh, this was so not good.
He sneaked a glance over his shoulder as the girl headed for an empty booth. The young man followed directly behind her. Well, great. After two weeks spent searching all over town, was it really going to turn out that she was already in a relationship? He slid off the stool, left money on the counter, and walked out the door to head off trouble.
Dodger gave a little wave as he approached, his smile morphing into a puzzled frown. “How come you’re out here? No place to sit?”
“Not exactly. I’m just not sure you really want to go in.”
The boy’s frown grew, then his eyes went wide. “Did you see her walk by? Which way? She’s not … is she … is she here?”
He started for the door, but Jake caught his arm. “Wait!”
“Why? I’m not gonna run up and grab her, you know. I’ll be cool.”
“It’s not that. It’s just … uh … there’s a guy with her.”
Dodger’s mouth dropped open, then his shoulders slumped. “Well, hell. I was hopin’ I wouldn’t have to deal with that.”
“I know, and I figured a heads up would be good, so you could decide what you want to do.”
“Yeah. Lemme think this through for a minute.”
Dodger’s idea of a minute was about fourteen seconds. “Are they sittin’ to the left or the right side of the door?”
“All the way down on the left.”
“Are there any booths open to the right?”
“Yeah, a couple.”
“Okay. How about we turn right as soon as we go in. We’ll find a booth as far down as possible, and I’ll sit facing them. That way, I can watch how they’re actin’ before I decide what I want to do next.”
“You’re being awfully calm about this.”
“Got no choice, do I? If I want to have a chance with her, I have to play my cards right. First off, I need to see if she even remembers me, but I have to be careful with that. I don’t want to look like some creepy pervert stalker. And I have to keep Azrael’s rules in mind so I don’t blow this right from the get-go. Lots of stuff to remember here, and I only get one shot. I have to be sure it has a chance to work, and a lot of that depends on her.”
“Are you saying you’re not one hundred percent sure she’s The One, after all?”
“No way. She’s the one for me, all right. The question is, am I the one for her?”
About The Emissary 3: Love Hurts
The archangel created his emissaries to help mortals avoid choices that would doom them for eternity. He hadn’t planned on the youngest member of his team falling in love with one.
Azrael’s emissarial program was growing daily, but it still met with stubborn opposition from many on the Council of Angels. Dodger’s request to be allowed to experience what falling in love was all about didn’t help matters, but Azrael thought the boy was onto something. He agreed emissaries who’d shared a loving relationship during their mortal lives would have a deeper understanding of human emotions and motivations, thus enhancing the skills they needed to do their jobs.
With that in mind, Azrael gave Dodger one chance to search for true love. He then laid down a daunting set of stringent rules and guidelines that could not be broken under any circumstances lest dire happenings occur. But while the angel sincerely hoped Dodger would find a way to make this endeavor work, he feared an avalanche of unintended consequences could be in store for his youngest emissary.
Sometimes even angels hate to be right.
Will Azrael ever tire of popping up behind Jake just to see his first emissary fall out of his chair in shock? Will sharp-eyed motel owners ever notice a big red and white semi mysteriously appearing and disappearing from their parking lots overnight? And will Dodger be able to track down the mystery girl who caught his eye two weeks earlier to see if she’s really The One?
To find the answers to these and other angelic or emissarial questions, come along on one last adventure with Jake, Dodger, and that ginormous, glowy-eyed archangel, Azrael. They’re waiting for you!
Marcia Meara lives in central Florida, just north of Orlando, with her husband of over thirty years and four big, spoiled cats.
When not writing or blogging, she spends her time gardening, and enjoying the surprising amount of wildlife that manages to make a home in her suburban yard. She enjoys nature. Really, really enjoys it. All of it! Well, almost all of it, anyway. From birds, to furry critters, to her very favorites, snakes. The exception would be spiders, which she truly loathes, convinced that anything with eight hairy legs is surely up to no good. She does not, however, kill spiders anymore, since she knows they have their place in the world. Besides, her husband now handles her Arachnid Catch and Release Program, and she’s good with that.
Spiders aside, the one thing Marcia would like to tell each of her readers is that it’s never too late to make your dreams come true. If, at the age of 69, she could write and publish her first book (and thus fulfill 64 years of longing to do that very thing), you can make your own dreams a reality, too. Go for it! What have you got to lose?
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