{Cover Reveal} Light And Wine by Sparrow AuSoleil (@SparrowAuSoleil)

What’s set Marc apart forever is also what’s brought him and Lacie together.

He's spent his entire life searching for and studying love, but Heaven on
Earth with hazel eyes and a teenage heart has taught him more than any
book, mission, or seminary ever could.  While she struggles with accepting
what she's always had, he guards her path and guides her soul toward the
most enduring kind of love.

Faith isn't always believing in something you can't see.  Sometimes faith
is embracing what's been right before your eyes all along.

Between stolen candy and soft surrender, centuries-old sacraments and a
brand new day, this is a story about two people accepting God’s greatest
gift, even if no one else will.

Light and Wine will be available in e-book format through Booktango
(including Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, etc) on June 8th,
2014.

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Asking her to sit, I lift my eyebrows, and she nods. The open end of her
braid sways toward me as tentative fingers find my knees and the warmth of
her touch entrusts my heart with a two-fold beat. She pushes with the
gentlest effort, and I oblige, parting my knees wide for her.


Bottom lip back between her teeth, she bends little cotton-covered knees as
she turns. Sitting on the slight edge of her bed, warm and full against my
lap, she brings her braid over her shoulder. She tilts her head back toward
me and when she breathes, I feel the rise in her lungs against my chest.


Surrounded in unconditional love, I bring my humble hands up and place them
with honor and graciousness around slender arms. I tilt my head too, more
near to hers, and she begins again.


"It's been two weeks … nearly two weeks since my last confession," she
says, her light voice tinged with shyness.


Better than anyone, I know it has.


"Grace and peace to you from God the Father," I welcome, my voice coming
deeper than intended, hinting at nearly two weeks of sleepless nights and
restless days of my own.


"I, um," she pauses, and I can feel her blush warming her skin. "I've been
wrathful. Marie Celeste said something nasty about me today, that'd I'd
been … promiscuous while I was visiting colleges, and I said something
nasty back. It was mean, and I'm sorry."


Nodding, I take a deep breath, and wish it could fill her lungs, too.


Her spine softens the smallest bit, and I exhale over the back of her
shoulder. My hands burn to climb the slopes of her arms, to slide over her
collarbones and draw her completely to myself, to give into and let her
feel how long longing has waited.


But I slip her braid back instead, and find the smooth end of it with my
right fingers.


"Is there anything else?" I ask.


Her inhale echoes in my ears, soft as capped-candle smoke rising in the
dark. Goose bumps rise on her arm, and she shifts her feet against the
carpet.


"I stole candy from Mother Superior's desk this morning," Lacie continues.
"She asked to see me during English to talk about colleges, and I took them
when she left to take a phone call."


Smiling to myself, I slowly slide open her plait.


"Were the candies in a little glass dish shaped like a dolphin?” I ask, and
she shifts, turning her head to look at me. I slide smooth hazelnut colored
strands apart with my fingertips, and when little beloved gives a timid
nod, my smile grows. Gesturing for her to keep her eyes forward, I continue
with her braid.


“She keeps those on her desk to share,” I inform her, resisting the want to
bring her closer and wholly adore her innocent heart. “You didn't steal
them, love.”


Her shoulders relax, but her voice softens to an insistent whisper.


“But I took *two*.”


Stifling a laugh in good faith, I lean into her to whisper back.


“I have it on good authority that two candies don't constitute gluttony.”


Heaven on earth giggles, and I feel her laugh resonate through every part
of myself.


Meticulously twisted strands come easily undone for my touch, leaving her
hair in dark waves that intensify the scent of fresh flowers all around me.
She tilts her head back toward my slow touch, and when I reach the top of
her braid, I rub my fingertips along her scalp.


She hums, and with my right hand in her hair, I slide my left down the
length of her left arm. Curving my palm and fingers around her wrist, I
gather her closer.

"Were they good?" I ask, letting my nose and lips brush the back of her ear.


Curving herself into my hold, love I've spent my life seeking lets the
truth out with upturned lips.

"They were stolen. Of course they were good."

About The Authors - 

A thousand miles apart but together in devotion, Sparrow AuSoleil is driven by a desire to embrace love's madness as well as its miracles. 

Aiming to honor love in all its forms, from tender to taboo, they've written several collaborations together in addition to their individual work.

Inspired by a photograph, Light and Wine was passed back and forth for over a year. Written only while both halves of Sparrow AuSoleil were present in love's focus, it grew in restaurant booths and on long bus rides, underneath blankets and over the moon. It is the first published effort for both writers.

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