A Supernatural Rom Thriller.

We are not alone…
When our planet's law enforcement fails, feisty rule-breaking Angels have our backs. Buckle up!

Invisible to Erthfolk, the Fallen are an elite crime unit surfing the skies dishing out tough karma on criminals and soul-chasing Witness Warlords. All whilst dealing with their own demons, agendas and chaotic love lives. Initially they may seem a little violent, not the kind of Angels you’re used to, but you’ll want one in your corner.

Career girl Amy Fox mysteriously dies under a London commuter train, she surfaces as a member of the UK Fallen Unit, alongside an ex-hacker, an ex-SAS, an ex-MI6, a sex trafficking victim, a suicide and others who have signed up to ‘the deal’. 

She may not last long; she doesn't like rules, falls for her partner, works her own revenge list, kills more than she saves and has never worked so hard in her earthly life. Was her deal a mistake?

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"Wow! Great book, make a great film."
"Blissfully raw, absolutely perfect."
"Completely different, outstanding."

Having worked in Crime, Cunningham creates rom thrillers with a skilled mix of fueled tension, dark humor and pulsating passion. Her works offer a fresh level of sincerity and authority, rare in fiction.

(CAUTION adult language)
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The Deal

Dio lay his shiny black mobile phone on the small square table between them. Taking time to line it up in the centre of the table, equidistant from each edge. She watched, mesmerised as his long elegant hands deftly nudged the phone into place. 


“How did you know it was me?” she asked, once the waitress had carefully placed his steaming black coffee in front of him. 


“Well, I have to admit I googled you.” 


He slowly slid his coffee cup to his right, lining it up exactly midway between the edge of the table and his phone. She watched him, his movement languid and seductive. 


“Oh,” she muttered, blushing, flattered. 


“I sourced your image through social media. It’s a dangerous thing, you know, young lady. One can find anything one wants through the Web.” 


He scooped his hand across the table, and, without asking her, dragged her coffee cup to the other side of his phone. He stared down at the three items, happy with their perfect alignment. 


Chapter 24