Release Day Blitz An Angelâs Treasure by Celia Breslin #ReleaseDay #PNR
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: June 4, 2026
Cover Artist: Danielle Fine
That moment when you realize you want your bestieâŚ
Pastry chef Maya adores her friend group, especially a certain angel whose smile could dazzle the sun and whose heart is made of one-hundred-proof awesomeness. Heâs her partner in hijinks, and the best ride or die a girl could ever have. At least he wasâŚuntil the wedding reception incident. Cue hormonal fireworks and a secret crush guaranteed to splinter their carefully curated friendshipâif she ever dared to tell him. Which she wonât.
Warrrior-class angel Raziel has a problemâa pint-sized fireball with a PhD in snark and sass. While he enjoys the heaven out of every moment with her, the slow burn in his soul has flared hotter than a supernova, so heâs burning to step beyond friendship into something more. Too bad she doesnât seem to feel the same.
Cupids stick their meddling noses into the mix, sending them off with other partners. Maya welcomes the distraction from watching her flirty friend date someone else. Raz, on the other hand, has a new-found possessive streak and celestial flame sword ready to detach a certain rival suitorâs head from his shoulders.
With the cupids seeking to keep Maya and Raz apart, it may take a miracleâor thousands of party-crashing wendigosâto flip these friends into loversâŚ
An Angelâs Treasure is a secret crush, Friends to Lovers paranormal romance in the Cupid Dating Agency novella series. For fans of feisty, snarky heroines, big-hearted alpha heroes, otherworldly shenanigans, and steamy, slow-burn romance!
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Maya smacked into a wall of muscle.
âRaz!â She palmed his hunky chest and pushed.
He didnât budge. Instead, he covered her hands with his much larger ones, trapping them against his pecs while he backed her against the fridge.
âMove.â Wow, that order came out more like a question, and good grief, could her voice sound any wispier? All breathy and needy? But damn it, touching him was doing all sorts of lusty things to her insides, again, and they were not in the right place or time to beâ
Wait. Hold the horniness. There was never a right time for them. Friends. Friend Zone. The platonic zone.
Raz towered over her, his pretty eyes practically searing into her soul. âHey, you all right?â His warm, warm fingers stroked the backs of her hands while the cold metal of the fridge sent goosies down her spine.
Okay, fine, itâs his touch sending the chills cavorting all over me. âIâm great.â Liar, liar, cookies on fire.
âSure, you are.â He narrowed his eyes, too in tune with her to believe her fibâthe danger of being such close friends for so long.
âIâll be fine.â She yanked her hands out from under his and attempted to skirt around him, but he planted his stupid big hands against the fridge on either side of her, towering over her, caging her in.
He arched one dark blond brow and waited.
Damn it, he smelled so good, like clove, pine, and citrus. Have to get out of here. âI need to check on the cookies.â
âNo, you donât. You just put in that batch.â
âAgain, I ask, what do you know about baking? Zip, thatâs what.â
âAs much as I enjoy our banter, TT, something is up, and weâre not moving until you tell me.â His expression softened. âLet me help.â
Ugh, someone save me from heroic, soft-hearted warrior angels. âIâm not some problem you need to fix.â She ducked under his arm. This time, he let her go, much to her relief. And to no small amount of disappointment.
She busied herself arranging the cooled batch of cookies on a platter.
âLet me help,â he murmured again.
âIâve got it.â She slid the last cookie onto the pile.
Oh, man. He said her actual name instead of one of the bazillion nicknames he seemed to have for her. She nibbled on the side of her lip and tore her gaze off the cookie pile to face the source of her never-ending torment.
Brow furrowed, he stared down at her, concern clear in his eyes. They always darkened to forest green when he was upset, which was a rare occurrence for the upbeat, positive man. Except when he was in battle mode, like the time a bunch of creatures from Hell invaded Petaluma, and Raziel made his fiery sword appear out of nowhere then killed every scary monster that tried to attack herâ
Raz tapped her forehead with his index finger. âYouâre thinking very hard. Too hard for a party. Whatâs going on in that clever mind of yours?â
âMm-hm.â He scanned her face. âYou have a little something on yourâŚâ His gaze locked onto her cheek, and before she could so much as blink, he stroked his thumb over her skin, right near her lips.
Lips that wanted to be kissed sooooo damn badly. By him.
Shit. She grabbed his wrist and opened her mouth to lay into him as hard as her bantering skills would allow, to stop herself before she snaked her hands around his neck and tugged his face closer to hers to kissâ
The air around them warmed.
Fireworks burst to life near the vaulted ceiling, and a scroll winked into existence in an explosion of pink and gold sparkles.
Holy sugar sprinkles. The cupids had crashed the party.
Celia Breslin lives in San Francisco, California, USA, with her family, which includes three feisty felines who like to stalk across her keyboard while sheâs hard at work crafting urban fantasy, sci-fi and paranormal romances. When not glued to her laptop, Celia likes to work out, read books (of course!), hang with her family, and binge-watch sci-fi and fantasy TV shows and movies. Matcha lattes keep her fueled for All The Life Stuff!Â
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