Guest Blog: Danielle Gavan
Thanks for having me on the blog today, Lucy. I thought it might be nice to share a bit of Brody with readers today. This is a scene that didn’t make it into the book.
Left to his own devices for the afternoon, Brody went down to the kitchen to make a late lunch for himself. He gathered everything needed to put together a couple of sandwiches and set it all on the counter.
Footsteps sounded out in the hall and he looked up to see who was coming. Ardeur was out shopping with Remiele; he’d given her strict orders to buy a closet full of clothes and a dresser full of frilly things. He could scratch those two off the list of possibilities.
Before he could continue guessing, Christian stepped into the room. His flaming blue hair, wings and black eyes continually surprised Brody whenever he saw the Fae Prince.
Chris pulled out a stool at the counter and, careful not to crush his wings, sat down. Brody smiled and pointed at his sandwiches.
“Want one?” he asked.
The Fae shook his head. “No, but I’ll join you in a beer if you want one?”
Brody put down his knife and turned toward the fridge. He stopped mid-pivot when two beer bottles appeared on the counter.
“I keep forgetting you guys can do stuff like that,” he chuckled.
“It’s useful,” Christian said. “Where’s your lass?”
Finished with putting his sandwiches together, Brody put the dirty knife in the sink and looked across the counter at Christian.
“She’s out shopping,” he replied. Taking a sip of his beer, Brody contemplated the other man for a moment. “Can I ask your thoughts on something? It’s kinda personal so, I understand if you don’t feel comfortable.”
Chris twisted the cap off his beer and nodded. “Sure. What’s going on? Problems with Ardy?”
Taking a deep breath, Brody nodded and decided to come clean with his problem. Maybe, between the two of them, he could help his sorry ass out. Someone had to before he lost control and fucked up the one relationship he’d wanted more than any other.
“More like trying to keep out of her pants,” he started. “Well, trying to keep her out of mine, as well. I want the chance to court her first. She deserves that much.”
“I admire you for that, my friend,” Chris replied. He took a sip of his beer and continued, “Ardy—Ardy’s a good girl. She deserves to be courted and treated with respect.”
Brody looked down at his lunch and took another sip of his drink. His thoughts turned to Ardeur as they always did lately. The sweet sound of her laugh, the sexy curve of her lower lip or the adorable way she snuggled into his chest when she slept; everything he loved about her was permanently etched onto his brain.
“I appreciate your respect for me on that but I don’t deserve it. I do it for her. I respect her.” He ran his free hand over his face. “Hell, she’s still a virgin and I’m—shit.” Brody exhaled and looked up at Chris. “I love her. She’s so pure and innocent, but she’s got this back bone and…. How can you not appreciate something like that, you know?”
The Fae prince nodded.
“My sister’s mate went through the same thing. Iona was a virgin when they met. Anyway,” he waved away the topic. “Push came to shove and she found out that Soren was her intended. He’s dealing with some of his own issues. So, I’ll tell you the same thing I told him.
“If we’re lucky enough to find a man or woman that loves us beyond all the bullshit and baggage, who the hell are we to shove it away? Tate is the best damn thing to happen to me. I can say without a doubt, the same holds true for you and Ardeur.”
Thinking about what Christian had said, Brody felt a weight lift from his shoulders.
“Any ideas how to make it right for her?” he asked, staring into his beer as if it held the secrets of the universe.
The fairy shook his head. “I wish I did. Let her make the call. If she feels like she’s ready, then she’s ready. If not, then love her. Ardy’s a smart woman. She’s got brains behind all that body and she uses them. Stop fighting and just roll with it.” He smiled and shrugged. “Listen. You can’t stop a freight train, my friend. If you two are supposed to be together, it’s going to happen. Just remember to enjoy the getting there process too.”
Brody sighed deeply and leaned on the counter.
“I’m scared to death of hurting her,” he said. Finishing off his beer, he turned his head toward Christian. “And I don’t mean in the emotional sense. I mean physically. She’s so fucking petite. I’m scared I’ll break her.”
He squeezed out the last bit before lowering his forehead to the counter between his elbows.
“I get that. Sort of,” the Fae laughed.” Brody looked up at the other man and raised an eyebrow. “I’m Tate’s first male lover. As tough as he is, I still panic that I’ll do something to freak him out and he’ll leave, but he never fails to surprise me. He and Ardy are similar in that manner. I don’t think she’ll have a problem telling you if she’s hurt. She may just surprise you. Ardy’s a lot tougher than you give her credit for, lad.”
Nodding, Brody finally picked up a sandwich half and studied the layers of ham, lettuce and cheese. He took a bite and chewed half-heartedly. Christian spun his bottle cap around on the countertop.
“The whole breaking her thing is a moot point anyway,” the Fae said, breaking the silence. “She’s an Angel and, from what I hear, they’re pretty damn hard to break.”
Brody snorted, swallowed and then broke into full out laughter. He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
“Smartass,” he laughed. “But thanks. I appreciate you taking the time to ease my mind.”
A car door slammed outside and Ardy’s sexy chuckle floated in on the breeze. Gods above and below, the sound of her laugh was enough to make him stand up and salute; damn him, but it was all he could do not to run out and haul her upstairs.
Christian drained his beer and stood.
“Looks like the girls are back. I’ll leave you to welcome your love home and go see if Tate’s back.”
“You’re not going to hang around and see what they bought?” Brody teased. “Rumor has it you’ve got a thing for Loubou-whatever’s.”
“Louboutin’s,” Chris retorted. “I do, but I don’t feel like spending hours watching a fashion show today. Not when I could spend them undressing my sexy angel instead. I’ll see you later.”
Brody chuckled and nodded. “Sure. Have fun.”
The big Fae grinned, winked and disappeared seconds before Remi strutted in with Ardy close behind. Both women were laden down with bags emblazoned with fancy designer names he didn’t recognize.
“You girls have fun?” he asked.
Ardeur smiled widely, dropped her bags and flew into his arms. “We did. You should see the places she took me, baby. I felt like Vivian in Pretty Woman. It was amazing.”
Remiele spoke up from behind them. “She got everything you asked me to make sure she picked up, Brody. You may have to give up part of your closet space to fit it all in there.” She grinned at him, “There are more bags upstairs, by the way. I shimmered them in for you, Ardy.”
Brody cupped Ardeur’s backside and held her tight against him. He cast a quick glance at Remiele’s retreating back.
“Thanks,” he said. “I owe you.”
“It was my pleasure,” she replied and called out “Enjoy the fashion show,” as she left the room.
Tucking a curl behind her ear, Brody studied Ardy’s face for a moment. He debated how he was going to resist her delectable curves long enough to see what she’d bought. Crap.
“I’m so screwed,” he muttered.
Ardy looked at him in surprise. “What?”
He gave her a nervous smile, “Nothing. Um, come on. Let’s go upstairs and you can show me what you got.”
The next couple of hours would be torture, he knew; for her—he’d deal with it and gladly.
By Danielle Gavan
Book 1 Abbey of Angels
Born a necromancer…
Sold by parents who wanted a normal child, Ardeur Lisle now hosts a demon and was trained to be a killer for hire. As an adult possessed, dreaming of escape and of a kind face from her childhood helps keep her sane.
If she breaks free from her captors, what will this new world full of paranormal beings hold for her? Ridding herself of her demon parasite will be her first priority.
A promise kept…
Brody Callaghan never forgot the angelic blonde from his childhood. After years of military service, he swears to track down the face still haunting him from his youth.
But Brody has a furry secret of his own; one unveiled with each full moon. Will the two hold onto love with danger, deception, and an obsessed angel driving them apart?
Danielle Gavan lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband of eight years and their two sons. Danielle has been writing since she was in middle school.
She loves a good book and is usually found with her nose in one. She has an extensive list of them on her book pile. When she’s not writing or reading, Danielle keeps herself busy designing book covers and editing.
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