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Sparrow Way By Annie Rose Welch
The final journey of the Saving Angels series has come to an end. All roads have led you to….
“What’s the address?” she asks.
“Eleven Sparrow Way.”
She closes her eyes for a moment. “I like that. Our journey has flown us here, flown us home….”
Gabriel Roberts found his happily ever after at The Crossroads of his life. He found his brother, Michael, his history in the Legion, and the love of his life, his Evangeline. He has finally arrived at the place he always yearned for—home.
But time stops for no one; not even an angel.
For years Gabriel has guarded what is most precious to him, Evangeline and their transcendent love story. When the opportunity presents itself in an unexpected way, Gabriel decides to tell his story, and in doing so, answers the riddle of his heart: If life is the journey of years, perhaps love is the journey of a lifetime?
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My eyes savor every inch of her bare flesh. The gentle sway of her body, the way her waist melts into her rolling, swinging hips. Her body is soft, but firm. Her eyes are full of longing and bright fire. Her stare melts me, like a slow burn. My will drips, drips, drips as she moves into me.
“I can’t get you close enough, fast enough,” I breathe. I want to drink her, absorb her, until every pore in my body is overflowing with her. Her tongue tastes like warm, sweet honey. I can never have enough of her this way. Of this I am infinitely positive.
Her head tilts backward. Her lips curl in an upward smile of pleasure. Her hair falls around her back, uncovering her breasts. The sweet smell from her bare skin enraptures me. Her hands rush through my hair. She traces the lines of my face; her fingertips seem to float across my skin. “Memorizing you,” she breathes out as her hands make their way to my body, undressing me.
I move into her, trembling, dripping with heat. My fingers pulsate and pull against her soft skin and her knees buckle.
“When you touch me, you feel like thunder pounding against my skin,” she whispers.
I’m careful now—the want needs to grow until it can no longer be controlled. Like a beast being released after years of being caged.
The tension builds, causing my soul to stir.
*Sniff* It’s over.
The final book in the Saving Angels series has been released.
I’m not ready to say goodbye to all of my friends I have made along the way.
Do we ever really say goodbye though?
That feels like a good way to start this review.
I’ve been reading this series since book one, Marigny Street. I have grown more and more attached to each of these characters as this became my favorite series I have ever read. Each book is a work of art from the cover to the words inside. Sparrow Way is no exception.
It may be my favorite book of the five. Each of these books has been a beautiful emotional journey for me, but I think that Sparrow Way managed to pull every shred of feeling that I have inside of me, from tears to laughter, I ran the gamut of the emotional spectrum.
It’s really hard to go into detail about the happenings in Sparrow Way because it would be so easy to give something away and this whole book to me relies on not knowing until you get to that moment.
There were moments that made my heart stop as I fell into the pages of this book. There were things that I didn’t see coming. There were times when I wanted to call Annie Rose Welch up (or hit her on Facebook) and say tell me this isn’t what is happening? I’m scared to go any further because this is where I am being led and I don’t want this to be so.
This is one of those books where you fall out of your own reality and get lost in the reality of Eva and Gabriel, their family and friends.
I cried more than once, tears streaming down my face as the book took one turn, then I would find myself laughing out loud as my children looked at me like I was crazy. The book, it’s the book.
Such an amazing read. When I get done reading a book by Annie Rose Welch, I have this feeling of being honored to be part of this world, if only for the time that I am reading. Her talent is amazing. The way she writes is so poetic, melodic, the highs and lows are perfectly written. I cannot wait to see what is coming next from Annie Rose Welch. She is absolutely one of my most favorite authors and one whose books I will never miss. She is a talent that I wish that everyone would find.
Thank you so very much for my copy of Sparrow Way, I will cherish it along with the rest of the series as I find time to reread all five books. So beautiful!
Born and raised in New Orleans, Annie has a habit of shortening her words and telling long stories. She speaks with a southern flair and cooks with it too. At the tender age of twenty- one, she hitched up her wagons (took her first plane ride) and moved out west to the big shake (California).
Her writing career began one sleepless night when she imagined a gorgeous woman and a man with maniacal hair floating above her like lightening bugs falling from the sky. Curious about them, their story, and why they were floating around in her head, she sat down and penned (typed) her first novel, Marigny Street. A dream come true for her, she hasn’t stopped writing since. She loves a damn good love story, always has, no matter what the genre. She is particularly moved by imperfect love that in its own unique way is perfect, the notion of love at first sight, soul mates, and things that are generally out of the norm.
When she’s not writing she enjoys dabbling in photography and finding new, inspirational music to add to her collection. Deciding on a whim to hitch up those same wagons, Annie currently resides in Texas (where everything is bigger) with her husband, daughter, and their two peculiar dogs, Boudreaux and Tabasco (who, call her crazy, bark with an accent).
For lagniappe (a little extra), a virtual cup of café au lait and beignets, please visit Annie’s website: www.annierosewelch.com.
Annie Rose Welch