Dang It: A Love Story

In the sweltering fields of rural Kentucky, Brandon lives a quiet life of work, sweat, and solitude. With calloused hands and a heavy heart, he carries the weight of loss, longing, and a truth he's never dared to speak aloud. But everything changes the day Gabe shows up-shirtless, barefoot, and beautiful-asking for work and offering nothing but mystery.

Gabe is more than he seems. He watches too closely. Knows too much. And his pull on Brandon is as magnetic as it is forbidden.

What begins with shared chores and stolen glances grows into something deeper, hotter, and holier than either of them ever imagined. As their connection intensifies-through laughter, late-night card games, and breathless moments in the barn-the truth unravels: Gabe isn't just a drifter. He's divine.

But even angels aren't free from the laws of love. And the choice they face could cost them everything.

Dang It: A Love Story is a tender, slow-burning romance steeped in southern charm, angelic mythology, and a passion that simmers into downright heat. Filled with barefoot confessions, creekside kisses, and deeply intimate moments, this is a story for anyone who's ever believed that true love can change everything-even the heavens.

Emotional. Spicy. Sacred.

A love story you won't forget.

Prologue:
There are stories the world forgets-tales too soft to shout and too sacred to spread. This is one of them.
It begins in a place you've likely never been. A patch of land carved into hills and folded into sky. Where wild grass bends with the wind, and the morning sun paints everything in gold. Where the earth smells of rain and wood smoke, and silence isn't empty-it's full.
And in that place, there was a farm.
It wasn't large. It wasn't grand. But it was home.
A home to calloused hands and overalls. To muddy boots left by the back door, and quiet laughter echoing off tin roofs. To love so fierce, it didn't need to be loud. To souls who chose one another, day after day, without apology.
This is a story of love found where no one thought to look.
Of wings hidden beneath flannel shirts.
Of freckles kissed by starlight.
Of prayers that sounded like laughter.
And a boy who loved an angel-not despite his divinity, but because of it.
They built a life not written in history books. But it was real.
It mattered.
And if you listen close-on a quiet morning, with coffee in your hand and the wind just right-you might hear them still.
In a whisper.
In a laugh.
Or in the softest voice, just barely carried on the breeze:
"Dang it."
And you'll know.
You've found the place where angels once loved.