Damsel[ed] Some Rescue Required

Damsel[ed] Some Rescue Required

m i c h e l l e p a k

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The gang is back, and they're in more danger than ever. After all they've been through, Angel, Gats, Heaven, and Jay just want to kick back and relax, but that may not be possible. The world of supers around them is about to plunge into chaos...

Chapter 1

So. I couldn"t focus on The Prince"s Guard with Angelos sitting or, well, sleeping (har har har) on the backburner. So I"m shifting my efforts to this book.

New Update Schedule (Unless otherwise stated)-

Wednesday: Damsel[ed]: Some Rescue Required Update

Thursday: N/A

Friday: N/A

Saturday: Damsel[ed]: Some Rescue Required Update

Sunday: Stolen Souls Update

Monday: N/A

Tuesday: N/A

And that"s it. Happy Reading, you guys!

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