Title: Saved By An Angel
Series: Angel #2
Author: Roberta Capizzi
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 1, 2015
Soul mates always find each other . . .
For twenty-four years, Claire Neeson has been invisible. Ever the nerdy type, boys never spared her a second glance, and the one time one did, she ended up bruised and heartbroken.
After the last member of her family leaves her, she hopes a new life in Galway with her former college roommate might be the fresh start she needs. Falling in love isn’t her plan, especially now that she’s busy building a new life for herself.
That’s when she meets him.
David O’Hagan is haunted by nightmares. After losing his older brother in a car accident more than a year ago, he has been trying to go back to his old life, hiding his grief behind a mask nobody can see through. He thinks he’s getting by just fine. He thinks he’s happy with his life, his job, and his girlfriend.
That’s when he meets her.
When their worlds collide, David and Claire feel something spark but one minute is all they have before they go their separate ways. They never expected to meet again after that serendipitous encounter, but fate has its own plan . . .
Sometimes true love can heal the deepest scars. If you believe.
***Saved By An Angel is book 2 in the Angel series. It can be read as a standalone or after reading Hugged By An Angel.***
An hour later I excused myself to go to the ladies’, and slowly made my way through the crowd standing in front of the small stage, swaying to the music. I had almost reached the door when a guy stumbled and collided against me, causing me to lose my balance. I would’ve surely face-planted into the hard wooden floor if a set of arms and a firm chest hadn’t saved me. A firm chest that belonged to a handsome guy with silver-blue eyes and tousled dark blond hair. My face burned with embarrassment.
“Are you all right?” he asked, a light frown appearing on his face. I blinked and shut my mouth. I probably looked like a cod, but he was so gorgeous I couldn’t help my jaw from dropping.
He was tall; even with my five-feet-eight and my—well, Ciara’s—heels, he still had at least another couple of inches on me. A citrusy, masculine scent of cologne hit my nostrils and I couldn’t help breathing it in, feeling slightly dizzy at my proximity to this striking guy. His hands were still on my upper arms, and I was thankful for that.
“I . . . um . . .” My voice came out in a weird, strangled tone. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I’m okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you. I was only trying to go to the toilet.”
Huh? Had I just said something so stupid?
He smiled. “Yeah, well, I was only trying to get a beer, and look what’s fallen into my arms.”
If possible, my face turned even hotter. I was positive I looked like a chili pepper right now. Had the temperature just spiked in the pub, or was it just me self-combusting?
“Will you be okay if I let go now? You won’t crash to the floor, will ya?”
The cheeky grin on his beautiful, angelic face was contagious, and I couldn’t help but grin back. I nodded and he let go of my arms, tucking his hands in the back pockets of his jeans.
“Well, um . . . I guess I should . . .” I looked past him at the toilet doors and he took a step aside, a flash of something resembling disappointment crossing his face for an instant. Or maybe it was just me seeing things, because there was no way a guy like that could be single, let alone be flirting with me.
“Um . . . thanks.” I said, my voice trembling a little. What was wrong with me? He’d only just stopped me from making a fool of myself by smashing my face onto the floor—no big deal, right?
“My pleasure,” he said, bowing his head just a little. I turned around and made a beeline for the toilets, needing to splash ice-cold water on my cheeks before the flames burned the place down.
I was hopeless. Completely, utterly hopeless.
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An avid reader since her childhood years and being an only child, Roberta always enjoyed the company of her fictional friends from the children’s books she loved reading, while she dreamed of writing her own stories one day.
It was when she discovered novels by authors Rosamunde Pilcher and Maeve Binchy in her teenage years that she realized it was time she put down in words the stories she had kept well hidden in her mind until then.
What started as a hobby, soon turned into a real passion and a way of life, until she could no longer keep the stories to herself, and decided to get over her fears and share them with the world.
Roberta lives in Italy, but her dream is to move out of her country and live either in a thatched cottage in the Irish countryside or in a country house with a swing on the back porch, somewhere in the United States, where she would love to spend her days writing novels as a full-time job, and maybe one day even get as far as writing a screenplay for a movie.
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