Johnny Angel
By
Saranna DeWylde
Johnny Gallo died Christmas Eve 1965. He's waited all this time for a shot at earning his wings and redemption. He's finally assigned a case, one Sofia Willoughby who choked to death on a mouthful of gingerbread. He has to make her see that not only does she have a reason to live, but to keep the hope of Christmas in her heart all year long.
Sofia Willoughby has to be the world's oldest virgin. It was never the right man. Not even with her ex-fiancé. When Johnny appears in her living room, she knows why. She was waiting for him. He's The One. Too bad he's dead.
There's more at stake for both of them than their earthly desires and it will take a Christmas miracle to give them a Happily Ever After. Fortunately, a meddling Christmas spirit may have just the thing for a fairytale ending.
Copyright © 2012 by Saranna DeWylde
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission
of the publisher, except where permitted by law.
All characters appearing in this work are fiction or in common usage. Any similarities between persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Cover Art and Design by Emmy Ellis
For RaeAnne Fox
One of the kindest women I’ve ever had the good fortune to call my friend.
Acknowledgements
Big thanks to the Intergalactic Princess Jenna McCormick. Words can’t begin to express the gratitude I have for this woman. She inspires me every day and keeps me sane. If you haven’t read her, you should. She’s got this space pirate and I’m madly in love with him. Only Jenna could write a heroine worthy of stealing him from me.
Thanks to my crit group Madonna Bock, Sally Berneathy and Derek Dodson. They’ll each get their own book and dedication from me one of these days.
Thank you to MK Meredith for telling me about the gift you give yourself.
Finally, thank you to everyone reading this. I wouldn’t be able to legitimately interact with all the voices in my head without you.
Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Blessed Yule, Happy Hanukah, Joyous Solstice, and anything else you may celebrate, from my family to yours .
Chapter One
Death by Gingerbread
Sofia Willoughby choked to death on a mouthful of gingerbread the day before Christmas Eve.
It occurred to her this was not how she’d planned to go out. Of course, she hadn’t planned the extra fifteen pounds on her ass either, but such was the way of Fate and men. Even those of the gingerbread sort.
She clawed at the table for her cell phone, but the lack of air made it difficult for her to control her fingers. Sofia was comforted by the fact she didn’t have any pets—they wouldn’t be using her dead body as a buffet when the landlord finally came to investigate the god-awful stench coming from 13C.
The circumstances of her death stung more than the choking and that was saying quite a bit considering it hurt like hell. Sofia was alone, with cheeks crammed full like a squirrel gathering for the winter. There’d actually been enough in her chops to feed two squirrel families for the entirety of the cold season in Siberia. Yes, a mouth crammed full of gingerbread, no make-up, plushy snowman slippers on her unpedicured feet and a DVR player full of Christmas romances to be watched alone. Pitiful.
A pair of worn Doc Martens came into view and Sofia thought for a moment she’d been saved! The pressure on her chest ceased and the oddest sensation tingled through her.
Until she realized she wasn’t looking at the Docs anymore, but her own gingerbread padded ass. Yep. Sofia Willoughby was officially, unequivocally, and
By
Saranna DeWylde
Johnny Gallo died Christmas Eve 1965. He's waited all this time for a shot at earning his wings and redemption. He's finally assigned a case, one Sofia Willoughby who choked to death on a mouthful of gingerbread. He has to make her see that not only does she have a reason to live, but to keep the hope of Christmas in her heart all year long.
Sofia Willoughby has to be the world's oldest virgin. It was never the right man. Not even with her ex-fiancé. When Johnny appears in her living room, she knows why. She was waiting for him. He's The One. Too bad he's dead.
There's more at stake for both of them than their earthly desires and it will take a Christmas miracle to give them a Happily Ever After. Fortunately, a meddling Christmas spirit may have just the thing for a fairytale ending.
Copyright © 2012 by Saranna DeWylde
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission
of the publisher, except where permitted by law.
All characters appearing in this work are fiction or in common usage. Any similarities between persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Cover Art and Design by Emmy Ellis
For RaeAnne Fox
One of the kindest women I’ve ever had the good fortune to call my friend.
Acknowledgements
Big thanks to the Intergalactic Princess Jenna McCormick. Words can’t begin to express the gratitude I have for this woman. She inspires me every day and keeps me sane. If you haven’t read her, you should. She’s got this space pirate and I’m madly in love with him. Only Jenna could write a heroine worthy of stealing him from me.
Thanks to my crit group Madonna Bock, Sally Berneathy and Derek Dodson. They’ll each get their own book and dedication from me one of these days.
Thank you to MK Meredith for telling me about the gift you give yourself.
Finally, thank you to everyone reading this. I wouldn’t be able to legitimately interact with all the voices in my head without you.
Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Blessed Yule, Happy Hanukah, Joyous Solstice, and anything else you may celebrate, from my family to yours .
Chapter One
Death by Gingerbread
Sofia Willoughby choked to death on a mouthful of gingerbread the day before Christmas Eve.
It occurred to her this was not how she’d planned to go out. Of course, she hadn’t planned the extra fifteen pounds on her ass either, but such was the way of Fate and men. Even those of the gingerbread sort.
She clawed at the table for her cell phone, but the lack of air made it difficult for her to control her fingers. Sofia was comforted by the fact she didn’t have any pets—they wouldn’t be using her dead body as a buffet when the landlord finally came to investigate the god-awful stench coming from 13C.
The circumstances of her death stung more than the choking and that was saying quite a bit considering it hurt like hell. Sofia was alone, with cheeks crammed full like a squirrel gathering for the winter. There’d actually been enough in her chops to feed two squirrel families for the entirety of the cold season in Siberia. Yes, a mouth crammed full of gingerbread, no make-up, plushy snowman slippers on her unpedicured feet and a DVR player full of Christmas romances to be watched alone. Pitiful.
A pair of worn Doc Martens came into view and Sofia thought for a moment she’d been saved! The pressure on her chest ceased and the oddest sensation tingled through her.
Until she realized she wasn’t looking at the Docs anymore, but her own gingerbread padded ass. Yep. Sofia Willoughby was officially, unequivocally, and
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