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Tori Chambers. Old biddy, gossip, busybody and meddler. Except in reality she’s none of those things—she’s a guardian angel who specializes in helping people find their soul mates. Her latest assignment has had her tearing her hair out for over a year. She’s holding up her end for the fireman who’s her current client, but his soul mate’s guardian angel is dropping the ball big time. And when a replacement steps in, it’s enough to curl what’s left of Tori’s hair.

Jericho. The one man who broke her heart—and made her determined to never fail her clients like her own guardian angel failed her.

A hundred years ago, while fighting for Texas independence, Jericho made a mistake that accidentally cost her life. Now that she’s forced to make nice and work with him, he’s determined not to lose her again. Even if he has to tie her to the bed and make love to her until she’s willing to see reason.

Because unknown to Tori, she is his assignment. And if he can’t find a way to convince her they’re soul mates, they face an eternity of consequences.

Note: This book was previously published and has been revised from its original release.


Cedarville, Oregon


Not all people need a guardian angel to find their soul mate. Then again, not all people have a soul mate. Guardians are only assigned to the ones who need a little extra guidance, a push, some encouragement.

In other words, Tori Chambers worked with the lost causes. The stubborn, bitter, damaged, scarred, wary pains in the backside who needed to have a cattle prod taken to them in order to get them into a headspace where they might actually fall for their soul mate. In ideal circumstances, only one of the two soul mates needed the help of a Guardian.

She was not currently operating under ideal circumstances. No, this assignment was a total bitch.


Hitching herself into a chair at the one and only beauty salon Cedarville had to offer, Tori dug a magazine out of her enormous handbag and began flipping through pages while she ran the details of this infernal job through her mind. She had a never-married-but-three-times-engaged and thrice-burned firefighter whom she’d been doing her level best to prod, cajole, kick, and encourage to hook up with a twice-divorced hairstylist.

Mason Delacroix and Celia Occam.

Tori was holding up her end of the bargain, and for the first time in her Guardian career she was grateful for having a stubborn client, because once Mason had decided he was interested, he’d latched on like a terrier and refused to let go. The problem was he was just determined to get in his soul mate’s pants. He had no desire for a relationship, and there wasn’t going to be a relationship if Celia’s Guardian didn’t get it together and do her job. It had been a year and Celia hadn’t budged in her refusal to even consider a date with Mason.

Desperation twisted deep inside Tori. How much longer would she get before this assignment was considered a failure by the Powers That Be? Her belly looped into an even tighter knot. She couldn’t fail. She just couldn’t. With what happened to Guardians after they’d failed…

No and no and no. Tori bit back the urge to spew a few creative, spleen-venting invectives aloud. People would be horrified if old Mrs. Chambers ripped loose with the kind of swear words that Tori wanted to use. If she’d known she’d be stuck in this little ’burb so long, she wouldn’t have played a gossipy old biddy. At the time, she’d needed to be someone Mason wouldn’t be interested in, so the role fit. Now, she just wanted to look like herself again for five whole minutes. If she was going to be brutally honest, she also wanted to get laid again, but a harmless old lady wouldn’t have the kind of all-night-long stamina Tori did, which was at least what it would take to burn off the frustration of months and months of no sex.

She crossed her legs to squelch the need she couldn’t do a thing about and flipped another page in the magazine while she waited for the new stylist at Occam’s Razor to come fix her hair. Not that she cared about the white bun that coiled around her head. She was here to witness round one million in the battles of the sexes, when Mason had his weekly appointment with Celia to get his head shaved. He had a face and body that would put Vin Diesel to shame, and Tori had no idea how the woman had managed to hold out this long. She was ready to jump him herself. A sigh eased past her lips. As if she would. Guardians were strictly forbidden from fraternizing with their clients, and that went double for Guardians like Tori who influenced matters of the heart. However, other humans and other angels were fair game.

Unfortunately, the humans who would be interested in old Mrs. Chambers weren’t exactly lighting Tori’s fire. She wrinkled her nose.

A sharply drawn breath dragged her gaze up to the mirror, and she saw the reflection of a man frozen just behind and to the side of her. A man so flamingly gay, she had to bite her lip to hold back a grin. He was really working the stereotype in an over-the-top kind of way. Knee-high boots, tight silver pants and a black button-up shirt that hugged his painfully skinny body. Chunky, funky glasses and heavy eyeliner made his silver eyes stand out.

Those eyes. God, she knew those eyes.

The hairs rose on the back of her neck, and she slowly turned her head to stare at a man who looked nothing like his reflection. Looking directly at him, she could see through the glamour that Guardians showed the world. She could see the man, the Guardian, as he truly was. Tall, broad, muscular, with dark hair that was cropped short, and a face that was just a little too craggy to be handsome. But those eyes. Deep unfathomable silver pools. They were powerful, compelling, magnetic. They dragged at something deep inside her, wrenching at her very bones.

“Vitoria,” he rasped. He rolled the “r” in the traditional Spanish pronunciation of her name, just the way he had the first day she’d met him over a century and a half ago. He’d even managed to keep the soft twang of his Texas accent.

God help her. Not him. Anyone but him.