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After surviving an attack from a demon that killed her friend, Maddy Page thought the worst was over.
Word is spreading through the supernatural world about Maddy, the mortal girl with rare gifts. Some want to use her powers; others want to destroy her. One wants to protect her—her boyfriend, an angel named MJ.
MJ knows that the demon that attacked Maddy was sent to collect her by someone very powerful. Someone he has tried and failed to stop before. MJ can’t beat him, but he will do whatever it takes to keep Maddy safe, even if it means turning his back on his own kind.
But honestly what else should I have expected from this series?? Raindrops and clouds.....I think not!
The second book in this series left off right where #1 did without skipping a beat. Maddie is feeling so many different emotions, sadness, worry, and even relief, but she knows that things aren't over. There's something lurking in the shadows waiting to suck her into that "other" world she wants nothing to do with. With her abilities growing stronger, it's becoming a true struggle for MJ to keep her hidden......
One of the things that was so articulately addressed in this book 's was Maddie and MJ's relationship. It was a little rainbows & butterflies at first, and now they're both realizing how protective they are of each other. At times it almost seemed as though Maddie was put off with MJ's protectiveness, like he didn't think that she could protect herself, but as the book went on it became apparent to MJ that Maddie was more than capable.
As for the serial killer/stalker demon who is taking down every teenage Maddie-look-a-like in his path....dude....seriously dislike this character. I'm not sure if it's because he's such a well written villian, or that he's hurt those who Maddie loves....either way...grrrrrr!!
Overall this series is progressing well and I think it's really going somewhere!!
I’m dating an angel.
Up until yesterday, I thought they didn’t exist. Now I’m falling in love with one.
Considering the insane events that have happened in the last five days—especially the last twenty-four hours—I shouldn’t be focusing on what MJ is. I am, though.
Whether or not I believed in them, angel references are everywhere. They appear in books, movies, and TV, wearing anything from white togas to trench coats. Their image has been made into figurines and appears on jewelry and even clothes. They’re a symbol of hope that billions of people all over the world have accepted. Some people pray to them daily, assured in their beliefs; others do it in times of desperation, when all hope seems lost. So many people have prayed for a miracle—prayed for proof that someone is listening.
Why then was I chosen over all of them?
I glance over at MJ lying beside me on Hiniker Bridge. He’s staring at the clouds with his head resting on his arms. It’s easy to forget what he is. His short brown hair is messy as if only his fingers have touched it, his hazel eyes suck me in no matter how far apart we are, and his smile shines brighter than high beams on the darkest night. He wears plain white shirts and dark jeans, and somehow on him they look better than a designer outfit—not that I wouldn’t mind seeing him in one. The only thing keeping him from being perfect is the silence coming from his chest.
My heart stutters, pounding out the truth I can’t ignore. MJ is dead.
He is dead and I am not.
A sigh unintentionally leaves my lips.
MJ rolls to face me. “What is it?”
I offer a weak smile. “Nothing.”
He reaches out, taking my hand. A buzzing jolt of energy—his essence—courses through my body, searching for any clues as to what upset me. He frowns, not liking whatever he found.
“No more secrets, remember?”
All morning we’ve been sharing small details of our lives, making good on the promise we made yesterday. MJ’s asked me about school, hobbies, and music. I’ve asked about places he’s traveled and what foods he’d like to try now that he can taste again. As nice as it is to have time like this—where everything is calm—we’re both deflecting.
He’s distracting me from thinking about yesterday—the worst day of my life. I’m avoiding anything even remotely related to his angelic side. But we can’t avoid it forever. At some point, we’ll have to talk about it if I want to have a true relationship with him.
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