The touch of an Angel brings bliss. Or ecstasy. Depending on who’s getting touched. Gabriel is an Angel. One with a sense of humor and one who has not found lasting love. He expects the same thing will happen when he touched Nevaeh. Bliss? That's not what she felt when he touched her. No indeed, it was extreme and intense but definitely was not bliss. Gabriel had never met a woman that didn't melt into a state of bliss at his touch. Nor had he met one that sent her feelings ricocheting back to him. Feelings strong enough to ruffle his feathers. This just might be interesting after all. In a world where no one is what they appear to be, where reality is a construct invented to make us feel safe, they know the truth. The Others are not myth or legend. They are here. And they are to be feared. And desired.