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MOUTH TO MOUTH RESUSCITATION

After the death of their mother, Frank "Saint" Jeffrey knew the only way to protect his younger brother was to strike a deal with their autocratic, cruel, abusive father. In exchange for his brother's freedom to live his life as he wished, Saint promised to follow in his father's footsteps and become a preeminent surgeon in his father's medical practice. When events he never could have predicted took away Saint's ability to perform surgery, the bargain became null and void. With no safety net, and a life without purpose, Saint moved across the country, bought a wreck of a building in DTLA, and hoped while resurrecting the property he'd find a reason to live again. Then Max Connor entered his life, and Saint was dragged from the darkness of desolation into the light of love.

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Release dateMar 12, 2019
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M Tasia

Michelle M. Tasia is a paralegal and romance author who lives in Ontario, Canada. She is a proud member of the Romance Writers of America and its chapters; the Rainbow Romance Writers and the Toronto Romance Writers. Michelle is a dedicated people watcher who often uses what she sees around her in the creation of her characters. She likes to read romance as much as write it and is a firm believer that love is meant to be celebrated and shared. She is the author of the Boys of Brighton series and the new series Gates of Heaven. Connect with Michelle: website: mtasiabooks.com facebook: mtasiabooks twitter: mtasiaauthor instagram: m.tasia.author

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Saint - M Tasia

SAINT

Gates of Heaven

M. Tasia

ALSO BY M. TASIA

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MOUTH TO MOUTH RESUSCITATION

After the death of their mother, Frank Saint Jeffrey knew the only way to protect his younger brother was to strike a deal with their autocratic, cruel, abusive father. In exchange for his brother’s freedom to live his life as he wished, Saint promised to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a preeminent surgeon in his father’s medical practice. When events he never could have predicted took away Saint’s ability to perform surgery, the bargain became null and void. With no safety net, and a life without purpose, Saint moved across the country, bought a wreck of a building in DTLA, and hoped while resurrecting the property he’d find a reason to live again. Then Max Connor entered his life, and Saint was dragged from the darkness of desolation into the light of love.

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ISBN 978-1-948029-76-6

E-book formatting by Maureen Cutajar

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This has been possible because of the love and support of my family.

Love you Craig, Samantha, Katie and Jason.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thank you to my amazing publisher for taking the time to play tour guide in her diverse and stunning area of Southern California. Your indomitable spirit and strength inspires me to continue to grow as an author. Also, to my sisters-in-law, thank you for coming along and supporting my dream. The love and strength of family is the cornerstone of my career.

CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

About the Author

SAINT

Prologue

Saint stood in front of what had once been sweeping drapes. The now-tattered fabric clung to twelve-foot-tall windows long boarded over since the building’s heyday. Walls covered in bubbling, flowered wallpaper, and furniture left broken and forgotten lay haphazard among rolled-up rugs that had fallen over from where they’d probably been lined up against the walls. A single slice of light pierced the dust-speckled air, trying to be a beacon leading him onward in this incredibly misguided undertaking.

A grand staircase stood dead center in the vast space. Its worn and broken railings seemed to smile with gaping holes, laughing at him and the insanity of it all. Chandeliers hung in a macabre fusion of spider webs and layers of dust. Crumbling plaster left walls open, and piles of debris could be found everywhere on the dirty marble floors.

The far wall housed a large fireplace, an open maw ready to gobble him whole. The furniture in the long-ago lounge area stood strangely at the ready with its Hollywood Regency style still evident in the faded tufted velvet chaise awaiting some former movie star’s arrival. He could swear the original plaster moldings above the doors, windows, and bordering the ceiling were inspired by Dorothy Draper herself.

So that’s everything, the real estate agent beside him said, and he nearly jumped, having half-forgotten she was standing there. She winged up a painted brow then handed him the keys. Good luck, Mr. Jeffrey. Then she was gone, moving quickly through the thick wooden double doors, scurrying off to induce some other idiot sucker into investing in a broken-down wreck.

Saint walked across the lobby to the intricately detailed front desk covered in brass and what appeared to be deep, rich cherry wood. He set his bag down on its worn surface and caught his reflection in the cracked sunburst mirror behind the desk.

Tired blue eyes stared back at him as he asked himself the all-important question of the day.

What now?

Chapter One

3rd Street between Olive & Grand, DTLA

The slam of his office door shook the dust from the old paintings still clinging to the walls of plaster, and the sound of breaking glass confirmed one had lost its battle to hold on. Saint threw yet another folder into his recycling bin before leaning back into his chair and looking up at the stained ceiling. Was he asking too much?

You send another one packing, boss? Larry asked as he stuck his head in through the now opened door.

There has to be one contractor out there who sees my vision for this dump, Saint groaned. They want to gut everything.

Larry walked all the way in and sat on one of the high-back, upholstered chairs from the lounge area. Saint didn’t even know the guy’s last name, but that hadn’t mattered when he’d found Larry sleeping in the corner of his building’s entryway. Larry had needed help and so had Saint. It worked out for both of them. At first, Saint had kept an eye on the young homeless man as he helped around the building, but after two months, Saint had learned to relax a bit. If Larry had intended to steal from him, he would have done it by now.

Saint looked down at his leather-covered hands. The black, fingerless gloves were designed to support and protect his still-healing hands from the wounds that had changed everything. Larry had been indispensable, so Saint had provided him with a room of his own in the back of the building as well as a cash allowance of sorts. Considering Saint paid for all the expenses and food, Larry was pocketing enough to take care of himself without resorting to other means.

They can’t gut what makes this old building unique. My grandpa used to say there was too much conformity in the world, Larry answered as he wiped his sweaty, dust-covered face, leaving one clean streak down the side. Saint wasn’t sure where Larry had been raised, but his accent suggested the mid-west.

Damn straight, Saint agreed before standing with a soft hiss of pain.

Your side hurting again? Larry asked.

There had been three bullets that day. One for each hand and a third through his stomach, tearing a hole in his small intestines that had required over ten hours of surgery to repair.

It’s not bad. Short and to the point, Saint refused to talk about his injuries. The quicker he healed, the faster he could put that chapter in his life to rest once and for all.

Larry followed him out of the office Saint had created from the old storage room behind the solid oak bar. He had been surprised no one had ripped it out considering it looked like it dated back to the building’s beginnings. The wood was carved into various palm leaf shapes and covered an entire wall complete with mirrors. There was no way in hell he’d allow someone to destroy it, which was one of the many stupid things the last contractor had suggested.

Saint had to hand it to Larry—the man worked hard. This room looks so much better without all the debris and broken furniture. Were you able to find room in the dumpster out back?

Yep, it’s all ready for pickup. No wasted space.

Good job. Are you getting hungry? Saint asked as he looked down at his watch and discovered it was already early evening. Another day gone and nothing to show for it. Why was finding a general contractor such a pain in the ass? It wasn’t as if he was asking for the Taj Mahal to be rebuilt.

I can keep going, boss.

That’s not what I asked.

Larry looked down at his shoes before mumbling, I could eat.

Saint knew the young man was doing everything in his power not to be a bother. Sometimes it seemed as though Larry would make himself as small as possible to avoid attention. Saint had been working on the young man’s confidence, which seemed ironic considering he’d lost his own.

You need to tell me the truth when I ask you questions. It’s the only way this arrangement is going to work. If I lose track of time, you are free to tell me it’s past supper and that you’re hungry. At least until we can work a small kitchen in here somewhere so you can make whatever you want whenever. Take a shower and we’ll figure out something to eat, Saint instructed, bringing a smile to Larry’s face before he took off to his room.

Saint had thought to add more to the common space when they’d cleared out the back, or hub, as they began calling it. Their efforts had yielded a space that included a television, couch, his easy chair, a small dining table set, a coffee table, microwave, electric coffeepot, and a small bar fridge.

Looking around, he wished he had more to show for two months’ worth of work, but it wasn’t as if he had much else to do. Sure, he could have stayed in a comfortable hotel while working out the basics of his design concept, but if he was starting a new life, he needed to jump in with both feet.

The buzzer for the front door sounded—another new addition—and Saint changed direction and headed toward the thick wooden doors. He’d hired the Sentinel crew to install a security system in the building. It was worth the small fortune he’d paid for the peace of mind. While a lot of DTLA had been or was in the process of being renovated, there were as many places that were derelict and some were hard-core dangerous. Saint had vowed never to be caught unaware again.

He looked at the monitor embedded into the wall a few feet from the front doors, checking to see who was out there. He flipped the locks and walked out into the waning sunlight. The warm air hit him and

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