Insecure, dyslexic angel materializes as an overweight female to makeover a vulnerable human woman who has two men chasing her, but only one man is for real.
A scene from the book
Oops!
Hold it. Once she completed the makeover, the wrong man might win Valerie’s
heart. Sarah needed to guide the female to the correct guy. Poopty doopty. How
would she know which dude was the proper one? As usual, the Superiors left out
information. Bummer. She’d welcome a little help now and then. A super
important part of this assignment was left to her, and how on earth could she
determine who was Mr. Wrong, or who was Mr. Right? Check his heartbeat? Measure
his overbite? Give him an IQ test?
Finding the intended guy could turn out
daunting. You’d think the Superiors would give clues, but oh no, nothing doing.
Nope—not them—never a single inkling—seemed against their policy to give hints.
If she asked for pointers, they’d remind her angels and mortals had choices and
then they’d go over that freewill stuff again as if she’d never heard it
before.
Rumble. Rumble. Thunder
rolled from the clouds to her ears.
“Sorry.
I know I’m not supposed to criticize. It’s another bad habit of mine.” Sarah
sighed and plopped down on the roof to study her charge. Looking through the
roof, she saw Valerie.
My
stars! The poor thing had voluminous hair sticking out in all directions. How
did a female human tame hair? Valerie’s red, frizzy mane needed restyled. Maybe
she could talk her charge into going to one of those hair places. Valerie
needed a professional, and it wasn’t Sarah.
Two men present a new
challenge. One has nefarious motives, and the other might be an angel. Not only
does Sarah need to help with Valerie’s makeover, but she must discover which
man provides true love. Can she do it without making other angels in the
heavens roll with laughter at her chaotic bumbles.
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