Kassia Preston, a best selling author whose a bit of recluse, but who could blame her after what had happened to her all those years ago. Thankfully, her brother Darios and her friends Genna and Tara had always been there for her. One day in Darios' gym, she meets Jason. He's young, fit and mouthwateringly sexy. Kassia is drawn to him, not only because of his looks but because of something else, something indescribable.
The wind was howling, as the heavy rain hammered at the windows, making them rattle. I was lying on my bed with my blankets barely covering my eyes. As I looked out the window, a bright flash of light came across the dark sky. The lightening lit my room only for a few seconds and then vanished just as quickly. A loud thunderous clap followed making me jump.
I used to love the rain, but not anymore. I closed my eyes hoping for sleep to come. I waited, but it never came. That’s when I heard it, two deafening blasts. One right after the other. I slowly crawled out of bed and headed towards the window. I peeled back my curtains. The heavy suede slipped through my fingers. I could feel my heartbeat racing. The next-door neighbor’s lights were on. The sound was so alarming; I knew they might need help.
We had just moved into the area and I didn’t know anyone yet. My parents were off touring Europe. My brother, who was supposed to watch over me, had left to see his girlfriend, telling me to be a “good girl”. Yes, granted, I was sixteen-years-old, but I still felt uncomfortable alone in a new house and a new neighborhood.
I put on a pair of jeans and crept downstairs. I was worried that something had happened to them. Before I knew it, I was outside drenched by the rain. I ran across our lawn to the neighboring house. I ran until I reached their door. The porch light was on and so were the lights in the living room. I peered through the windows to see if I could see inside, but I couldn’t. The curtains blocked me from seeing anything.
I rang the doorbell, but no one came. If the lights were all on, then someone had to be there, right? I waited, my nervousness now getting the better of me. I began to swear at how stupid I was and how stupid my brother was for leaving me alone. I rang it again, but this time I put my hand on the front door. It opened with a soft creak. Some sort of old school jazz music was playing in the background. I inched forward slowly.
“Hello?” I said, my voice cracking from my fear. “I'm your new neighbor, Kassia. I heard a loud sound and thought you might need some help.” I waited, but still nothing.
I moved gradually through the hallway passing a staircase. The music was getting louder as I headed towards the kitchen. I could see pure white tiles lining the floor. My eyes were drawn to a deep red liquid, which had etched itself through the tiles’ grout. My breathing became erratic. I suddenly knew what I was looking at. My mind froze but my body kept going. The pool of blood was now getting larger; that’s when a small knocking sound came from behind me. My breath hitched and I turned around. My eyes zeroed in at the front door. If I run now, I could be back home and safe. I picked up my pace, but a small sound came from behind me. Underneath the staircase was a small cabinet, which I hadn’t noticed before. I reached for the handle and opened it.
Kassia (Kass) is a writer of a famous series of vampire love stories. Her brother is the head trainer of a professional football team and he owns a gym. Jason is a hunky, very well muscled young SWAT officer who has decided he is going to protect Kass despite her believing she doesn't need protection.
What, you wonder, is the problem then? Kass is in her mid-thirties and Jason is nearly a decade younger. This would not be a difficulty to most women - it is only 10ish years you would reason. Apparently, to Kass, this wouldn't be difficult if she were the guy and he the girl. Kass believes, though, her growing attraction to Jason is a problem for her. She feels silly, thinking she is playing at being a cougar. Jason knows that Kass is not safe. He knows most famous people, as their fame grows, become the victim of stalkers. He is proven correct and Kass only feels safe when Jason is near. Despite her brother's working with her to keep her in top form, and despite Kass dismissing Jason as too young for her, Jason is her guardian angel. He is determined to be there for her when she needs him the most. This is when the reader needs to find out if, once she gets over her fears of her desire for Jason, will she discover he is everything she has dreamed of?
As you delve into this tale, you find yourself drawn in, wondering how these two will make out. Given this, I declare My Guardian Angel a fascinating story. ~JoEllen
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