Sparrow Way - Annie Rose Welch
Saving Angels 5
The final journey of the Saving Angels series has come to an end. All roads have led you to….
“What’s the address?” she asks.
“Eleven Sparrow Way.”
She closes her eyes for a moment. “I like that. Our journey has flown us here, flown us home….”
Gabriel Roberts found his happily ever after at The Crossroads of his life. He found his brother, Michael, his history in the Legion, and the love of his life, his Evangeline. He has finally arrived at the place he always yearned for—home.
But time stops for no one; not even an angel.
For years Gabriel has guarded what is most precious to him, Evangeline and their transcendent love story. When the opportunity presents itself in an unexpected way, Gabriel decides to tell his story, and in doing so, answers the riddle of his heart: If life is the journey of years, perhaps love is the journey of a lifetime?
Excerpt #1:
The concierge had
arranged for us two cruising bikes so that we could explore the area and
voyage to the famous restaurant that we had heard so much about.
Eva hops on the
purple one, sticking me with the pink one that has a wicker basket attached
to the front.
“That’s for the fly
comment.” She snickers.
“Real men work
pink,” I say. “Or so Brad says. He told me my coloring is perfect for pink.”
We cruise into the
misty day, the sun barely shining through the many Monterrey cypress trees that
line the hilly area. Eva steadies her bike and releases the handle- bars.
She spreads her arms wide like a bird spreading its wings.
As we peddle, I
hear music in the distance floating from one of the houses on the opposite
side of the street. I listen harder, trying to place the beat.
“Do you hear that?”
I bounce a bit from the turbulence of the tires.
Eva grabs the
handlebars. “I would never leave you alone...something, something, something.”
“Hell yeah!” I beat
the handlebars with my thumbs to the heavy pace of the drums. “Eva, ‘I’ll
be’...” I sing some of the song. “I love The Karate Kid!
This place reminds me of the movie.”
“That’s about the
only movie you do like.”
“It’s a classic,
like Rocky. And if we weren’t riding these bicycles, I’d show you my karate
moves! Hi-ya!” I chop the air. “What are you laughing about? You
just don’t know the moves your husband has!”
“Hold on,
Gabriel-san! Banzai!” Eva shouts, before we go flying down a steep street.
“I love it here. I
feel like I can breathe better! The air seems lighter.”
“Don’t get used to
it. We’re not taking up permanent residency in the big shake.” I take the camera
from the basket as the bike straightens out. I slow down a bit, getting a prime
shot of her butt bouncing up and down on the seat. “The scenery is quite
beautiful, though.”
She looks behind
for a second. “Race you!” She starts going faster and I have to take the camera
and throw it in the basket to peddle harder.
Born and raised in New Orleans, Annie has a habit of shortening her words and telling long stories. She speaks with a southern flair and cooks with it too. At the tender age of twenty- one, she hitched up her wagons (took her first plane ride) and moved out west to the big shake (California).
Her writing career began one sleepless night when she imagined a gorgeous woman and a man with maniacal hair floating above her like lightening bugs falling from the sky. Curious about them, their story, and why they were floating around in her head, she sat down and penned (typed) her first novel, Marigny Street. A dream come true for her, she hasn't stopped writing since. She loves a damn good love story, always has, no matter what the genre. She is particularly moved by imperfect love that in its own unique way is perfect, the notion of love at first sight, soul mates, and things that are generally out of the norm.
When she's not writing she enjoys dabbling in photography and finding new, inspirational music to add to her collection. Deciding on a whim to hitch up those same wagons, Annie currently resides in Texas (where everything is bigger) with her husband, daughter, and their two peculiar dogs, Boudreaux and Tabasco (who, call her crazy, bark with an accent).
For lagniappe (a little extra), a virtual cup of café au lait and beignets, please visit Annie's website:
www.annierosewelch.com
She can also be found on Facebook & Twitter.
Her writing career began one sleepless night when she imagined a gorgeous woman and a man with maniacal hair floating above her like lightening bugs falling from the sky. Curious about them, their story, and why they were floating around in her head, she sat down and penned (typed) her first novel, Marigny Street. A dream come true for her, she hasn't stopped writing since. She loves a damn good love story, always has, no matter what the genre. She is particularly moved by imperfect love that in its own unique way is perfect, the notion of love at first sight, soul mates, and things that are generally out of the norm.
When she's not writing she enjoys dabbling in photography and finding new, inspirational music to add to her collection. Deciding on a whim to hitch up those same wagons, Annie currently resides in Texas (where everything is bigger) with her husband, daughter, and their two peculiar dogs, Boudreaux and Tabasco (who, call her crazy, bark with an accent).
For lagniappe (a little extra), a virtual cup of café au lait and beignets, please visit Annie's website:
www.annierosewelch.com
She can also be found on Facebook & Twitter.
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAnnieRoseWelch
Twitter: https://twitter.com/angelwriter11
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