Ever miss a prime opportunity for a snappy comeback or a perfect putdown? We all have, kicking ourselves later when we think of what we could have said. The well-aimed insult was never in better shape than when Shakespeare mastered the art of defining dramatic conflict with rapier wit rather than swordplay.
Jess denies God. In his infinite wisdom, he’s taken everyone she’s ever loved. Moving to the French Quarter was a ploy to erase the guilt she felt for rebuking her faith. Perhaps, if she hadn’t met Justin, an angel preoccupied with getting back into God’s good graces, and drowning in his hatred for humanity, her plan would have worked. Justin’s general disdain for the human race makes him difficult to like, but some higher power has appointed him her keeper.
Dixie Chauvin's new house in The French Quarter was once the first brothel built in New Orleans outside of the Red Light District. She is tickled with her new acquisition that is until, she discovers that some of the past residents are still staking a claim to the property. Blake is her guardian angel, but he's let his feelings for her go far beyond his duty to protect her. He wrestles with his loyalty to his job and the rules he must follow and his need to reveal himself to the girl he loves.