Gilded Wings by Amy Lignor
The Beloved Angel/Warrior Team from Until Next TimeReturns!
When Matt and Emily are sent on their second mission they have no idea how truly dark human nature can become…
Emily never wanted to face humans again. With the heartache that went on down below, she’s still trying to figure out how to save souls that don’t deserve saving. The only one she wants to see again is Jason - the young man she fell in love with who became the soulmate she simply can’t forget…
Matt was trained to protect and defend the souls down below. Longing to feel the heartfelt emotions that come from being human, Matt wants nothing more than to have just one life - one chance - to live and love the girl of his dreams…
The powerful team find themselves in a brand new century, living in the Gilded Age of New York City. Emily takes over the body of Anya, a young Russian girl who arrives on Ellis Island after a hideous tragedy. There she meets up with a strangely familiar young man by the name of Drew Parrish, who helps Anya survive in an unknown world of luxury, snobbery and…obsession.
What Anya’s inner angel doesn’t know is that the soul she loves is also back. This time around Jason goes by the name of Max Carrow. Once a quiet and kind boy, he’s now part of the ‘Four Hundred Club,’ and wants nothing more than to be among the most admired as he climbs the shaky ladder of society’s elite.
As two worlds merge, Emily and Matt struggle under the weight of their “Gilded Wings.” Not only will they have to figure out who they should fight to save, but they must also face a romantic choice that could destroy them both.
I get asked this question by bloggers, readers and more, who want to know what ‘routine’ I go by in order to create a novel. Well, my writing routine is its own kind of unique; all I need is an industrial fan and my dog. I know that sounds a little silly, but there are actual reasons for them both.
Getting the time to write is actually the hardest part of putting together a routine. Some days it feels like I need the whip of Indiana Jones in order to fight so I can sit in front of a computer for more than two minutes. But when I do succeed, I immediately turn on the huge fan that sits in the corner of the office. I lived in a big city for a long time and I’m used to noise. Unfortunately, I only need that noise. If anyone’s speaking – people, the cat, the television, the radio – I can’t write a word. I’m one of the few who actually need to be trapped inside my crazy mind in order to hear all the characters shouting out to me.
Needing the dog would seem to go against the whole ‘quiet’ rule. My dog, however, is a huge, gentle beast who spends most of his time lying beside me unless some type of food has just appeared from the oven. He’s the best editor in the world. I can bounce ideas off him and he looks really interested. His eyes get wide, his ears stand up straight (well…one does) and he cocks his head to the side. Either he really likes the path I’m taking with my characters, or he simply believes that every word in the English language means ‘treat.’
With the exception of the UPS man stopping by with boxes of books to review, the dog and I have a perfect relationship. However, when that brown truck with the horrific brakes that sound like a dolphin being squeezed in the jaws of, well…Jaws, my dog has a tendency to let out a high-pitched bark. If I’m typing when that occurs, whatever I haven’t saved ends up deleted when I fall forward from shock and land on the keyboard.
So…Fan on, check. Hair blowing like I’m caught in a jet engine, check. Reuben, the canine grizzly who is fed, watered, and sleeping soundly just waiting for that one harsh squeak that will allow him to kill me, check.
Then, and only then, can the writing begin.
Until Next Time, Everybody.
Leaving the Great Hall, moving away from the thickening crowd of immigrants, Anya was dazed. She wasn’t sure what’d possessed her to change her life so dramatically. One minute she was barely an adult struggling to figure out how to survive in this new country. The next, she was the sole support of a small boy who’d just lost the only family he’d ever known.
Then…a job offer. A green-eyed hero had stood underneath the vibrant flag of her new home and saved them both. She could barely breathe. It was as if someone had sent this young man to her side, and the ice in her veins finally melted under his firm hand and deep voice.
Gregori and Anya marched down a long flight of stairs, passing families who were hugging and kissing, meeting up with their relatives who’d once seemed lost forever. Anya smiled and walked faster, as the smell of food wafted through the air.