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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"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

The apartment’s front door swung open. Amy and James fell against the doorframe, wrapped around each other, snogging heavily. Amy could barely breathe and had to ease herself out of his grip to move into the hallway. He looked stunningly attractive with that tousled blonde hair and those sleepy blue eyes, a towel wrapped around his muscle-sculpted waist. 


 Apart from shoulders, her favourite muscles on a man were the ones that crawled seductively around the top of his hip bone, leading down to his privates. A directional sign post to heaven. He had those muscles, sneaking down into his towel. What are they called, oblique’s? 


 She, dishevelled, quickly smoothed down last night’s clothing, and gripped his shoulder for support as she stood flamingo-esque, trying to slip her feet into tight stilettos. 


 “Stay, I’ve run out of chocolate, but I still have banana.” He snuggled against her ear, nibbling her lobe, licking her neck. 


Chapter 55