"5 Angels!...Ms. Levigne’s book is one that will have the reader glued to the story until the very end. The suspense is so realistic, you feel as if you’re in the story with the characters. These characters are very believable and you find yourself cheering with the good guys and wanting to punch out the bad guys. There are places where the humor will make you laugh out loud and scenes where you’ll have tears in your eyes for Blade, Jen and for Ray. The author also has a few surprises in store for her readers."—Donna, Fallen Angels Reviews

"4 Cups!...A well-executed story that is fast paced and complex. One second you will be laughing out loud and the next will wipe tears from your eyes. The author brings this story to life with dynamic characters in Jen, Blade, and Ray. Their story will have you feel like you are a part of this wonderful tale. Ms. Levigne keeps her characters on their toes and also her readers. Without a doubt this is a book that you do not want to miss."—Cassandra Buckles, Coffeetime Romance

"Keep your hands where I can see them," Blade Hampton rumbled in a voice like a melted box of chocolates, and stuck something in Ray's back.

Jen paused as that voice twisted inside her chest. Why did he have to sound like that?

"I don't have any money," Ray said, raising his hands. His voice wobbled and rose half an octave.

Jen muffled a snort when she got close enough to see Blade used a roll of Life Savers in lieu of a gun. Another wise guy, huh? Two could play at that game.

The game was even better with three.

"You think I'm stupid?" Blade sneered and reached to pat down Ray's right side.

Jen caught his left ankle with her right foot and jerked hard while pulling on his right elbow. She caught his shoulder as he twisted off his center of balance and slammed him to the floor without endangering a single false nail.

"What you are, is flat," she said, and finished the job by shoving down hard with her heel, grinding his shoulder into the tile floor. The arch of her foot rested on the knob of his collarbone. His five o'clock shadow tickled the tips of her toes. She had the nauseating urge to giggle at the sensation.

He had gorgeous, storm gray eyes. Even more beautiful and mesmerizing than in the photo in Ray's computer files.