Lost Feather

I'm no angel . . . or am I? Nameless. Forgotten. Lost on Earth for centuries with a disembodied voice as my only friend. Protecting the vulnerable without any help from above. No one to explain the rules. Nada. Zip. Zilch. So when High Angelus Gavriel finds me killing a very bad man, can he really blame me? Before I can explain, he drags me back to the place he swears is my home: Sanctuary. Halfway between Earth and the Celestial Realm, Sanctuary would be paradise if it weren't for the daily decontamination showers, hours spent carving the murder-marks off my skin to discover my true name, and thousands of prim and proper angels who tell me I stink. Literally. I'm the dirtiest Protector they've ever seen, but I can't stop fantasizing about Gavriel and his best friends. Those sexy-as-sin High Angeli don't know what to do with me, but I have a few ideas. I just need to find out my name so they'll see who I am deep down . . . even if I have a feeling I'm no angel. But what happens when my name is revealed, and it's worse than anyone ever imagined? Contains mature themes.