Heavenly Angel

By: Heather Rainier

Divine Creek Ranch 3


Angel Martinez has worked patiently for months to draw the fragile beauty out of her shell, wooing her with gentle kindness and falling for her delightful two-year-old in the process.

Teresa left her painful past behind and built a new life for her and her son. She cares deeply for Angel, but is afraid to let down her guard. Just when she thinks she might be able to handle the flirtatious Divine Creek Ranch foreman, a holiday visitor arrives and throws her for a loop. Fresh from a one-night stand, self-confessed ‘rodeo slut’ bull-rider Joaquin Martinez shows up at his brother’s house Christmas Eve, and finds out for himself what love at first sight feels like.

She could barely handle one. Now she’s got two Martinez brothers after her. Can she forget the past and fall for both her heavenly Angel and his handsome, devilish brother?






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DEDICATION

To my husband, my own heavenly angel.

Thanks to the girls, Christi, Jennifer and Tonya.

Thank you to the anonymous handsome cowboy at the grocery checkout counter. It’s because of your flirting that Angel’s character and the Divine Creek Ranch Collection sparked to life.

And a special thank you to Diana, Alison, Elisa, Caroline and all the incredibly talented staff at Siren Publishing.









Chapter One

July…a few weeks before Grace’s wedding

Teresa Palacios bit her lip ruthlessly as she turned into the entrance of the Divine Creek Ranch. Her heart pounded a little at the boldness of what she was doing. She honestly didn’t know where she’d gotten the guts to come out here. Grace kept telling her to seize the day, and that’s what kept her foot on the gas as she slowly ventured down the long, curving driveway. As she drove past the house, she didn’t see Grace’s or any of the men’s vehicles parked beside the large ranch house, so she continued on back. Seeing her dear friend might have bolstered her courage a bit, but she knew what Grace would say if she was here.

“What are you waiting for?” Teresa murmured to herself out loud.

Slowly she pulled through to the first barn and prayed hard she would see Angel amidst all the other cowboys and hands working on the ranch. Jack Warner, Ethan Grant, and Adam Davis had their own businesses to deal with and left much of the ranch operations to Angel Martinez, their long-time friend and ranch foreman. The man she had come to care a great deal for in the past several weeks.

He’d been shot in the abdomen earlier that summer by the woman who had been his girlfriend. Bravely, Teresa had visited him in the hospital, and he’d explained that situation to her and asked if she could overlook his error in trusting such a person. Of all people, she knew what it meant to be judged for the actions of others. She’d reassured him he could not hold himself responsible.

Since Angel’s recovery, Teresa couldn’t help but notice he frequently showed up at the store, always searching her out to say hello wherever she might be. A couple of times he’d brought her a sweet tea. He always took the time to visit with her and then made his excuses and returned to work. He’d been by three times this week alone.

His masculine presence no longer made her as nervous as it had the first couple of times he’d encountered her. When Grace had introduced her to him, she’d been unable to speak until after he was long gone. It was almost painful to maintain eye contact with him though she longed to. Every time she thought of it afterward, she wanted to kick herself for being so shy. His handsome facial features hinted that, though he was Hispanic, he probably had Native American blood flowing in his veins. She thought he was the most handsome man she’d ever seen.

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