Vintage (60s-era) short from The Wild Rose Press (March 16, 2009) Seventh Heaven came in at #8! Fallen Angel Reviews: 5 Angels, Recommended Read Seventh Heaven is a wonderful story about overcoming obstacles. Lilah has to overcome her shyness and fear of rejection to pursue the love of her life. James has even bigger issues to overcome before, during, and after the war. This is a touching, three hanky read. Seventh Heaven is an uplifting romance set in a turbulent, unique time period. I did not want it to end. WDRF Reviews: Memorable Good Cate Masters blows me away with this spicy-sweet story. Lilah... seems so real you feel like you have known her for ages. This is a read that will leave you on the edge of your seat. The deep and powerful setting of this story had me wiping away tears while cheering James on. Cate has a great story on her hands with this. Long and Short Reviews: 4 Books I don't want to give away anything in this book but I can say that the situations that arose were brilliant on the writer's behalf. This book brought about emotions that I found refreshing. Cate Masters is a gifted writer who wrote this book with talent and marvelous imagery. I could almost see, taste, hear and touch what was occurring in "Seventh Heaven." If you are looking for a book with a wonderful plot that is very well written as well as being entertaining, "Seventh Heaven" is the book for you. I look forward to reading more of Ms. Masters' work. James stands in the open doorway. The choker gleams from his neck. "I came by to say thanks." The distance she'd felt between them last night is gone. His warm eyes search hers, reaching again for a connection. "I didn't know it was you." She steps from behind the counter. No more barriers between them. He closes the door. "So. Thanks." "You're welcome. It looks good. It's an--" "An ankh. I know." Something seems to be holding him back, but somehow she knows she must be patient, let him come to her. "The Egyptian symbol of eternity." She doesn't know what to do with her hands, and her breath is jagged. "Sorry. I mean, Ben told us. It really stinks you're leaving." He runs a finger across a glazed jug. "Bad timing." She clasps her hands in front of her. "I guess it's never a good time…" He glances up and flashes a switchblade smile. "I mean, I wish we had more time." His soft voice rushes at her like the wind and billows the sails of her heart's rocky boat. The air thins, seems rarified. "Me, too." He takes a step closer. Time feels maddeningly slow. She wants to run to him, fill her arms with him. She folds her arms. "I hope you'll write me, if you get a chance." "Yeah?" He's within arm's reach. His gaze flows over her inch by inch, over every curve and hollow. The floor needs sweeping. And needs to be smaller. Or his steps need to be more expansive. "Sure, I'll keep you up on the local gossip. Send you goodie packages." A lock of her hair. A photo of herself so he'll think of her every day. And night. His eyes lock on hers. "That'd be nice." "We're going to miss you around here." "You will?" The timbre of his voice rumbles inside her like an earthquake. With his last step, he is so close her skin tingles with his heat. "No one can make a margarita like you." He fingers her hair, tucks a strand behind her shoulder. "Come back tonight. I'll make you all the margaritas you can drink." In her head she is already there, sipping at a wide-rimmed glass, serenaded by Dylan in the background, James attending to her alone. "OK." "See you about seven, then?" She smiles. "Seven it is." He backs toward the door, slowly, as if still taking her in. The silver ankh winks in the light as he turns to leave.