Red Dirt Road (Saving Angels #2) by Annie Rose Welch

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Genre: Romance with paranormal twist

Book Description:

The Saving Angels Series continues…

A new cast is introduced, while journeys already taken start to merge with the present, leading you down the old Red Dirt Road.

Death has always seemed just one step behind Layla Hill, taking almost everyone she’s ever loved. After she loses the love of her life, Layla vows to never love again—how could she, when she’s a death magnet?

Trying to outrun fate traveling with her uncle Willie and his band, Layla meets Michael Roberts, a beautiful Irish boxer as gentle on the piano as he is brutal in the ring. He proves as relentless in life, fighting for a place in her world even as she pushes him away, trying to protect him from her killer tendencies.

But neither foresees the sinister presence waiting for Layla at the end of the Red Dirt Road.


I must have cursed him when he captured my attention back at the bar. I felt a huge amount of guilt as he sat before me, the magnet for demise.

“I’m sitting here, waiting for my death.” I took another sip of my drink.

“I see that.”

“I wouldn’t sit there, if I were you. I’m a hazard to your health. If you want to get out of this alive, you might want to go and sit with the oodles of noodles.” I took a chip and popped it in my mouth, trying to crunch quietly so I wouldn’t draw attention to Michael.
He was much too beautiful to die, of this I was sure. Especially to die this way. If there was any way for him to go, which was hard for me to imagine, it would be in a blaze of glory. Fire exploding around him while he marched through smoke rings to some unknown sphere reserved for people who were that beautiful and perfect. I couldn’t see it any other way.
“Have you lost your bloody mind!”

“Oh, sorry.” I didn’t mean to be rude. I offered him the bag. “Muncho?”

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