Angela’s Song

ANGELA’S SONG by AnnMarie Creedon

A widow finds love in this beautiful tale of hope and healing.

Widow and mother of three, Angela ‘Jel’ Cooke is full of regret about her marriage to her late husband. Her close friends can see that she is keeping busy to avoid her pain. But no amount of cooking, baking, volunteering or late-night games of Yahtzee with her BFF can bring her any peace. When Jack Bartolomucci walks into her life, he challenges Angela to face her demons head-on. What follows is a poignant tale of hope and healing.

ANGELA’S SONG received the Catholic Writers Guild Seal of Approval.

Catholic contemporary romance.








Angela’s Song is a compelling story that’s sure to grab your heart, make you laugh, and cause you to consider your Catholic faith more deeply. Reading it is a delightful journey and a lesson in life.”  Sarah Reinhard, author, blogger

I strongly endorse this book. It is uplifting, faithful, well written and, all in all, an extremely pleasant journey. Val Bianco, author, Sons of Cain

“…it takes a skilled writer to pull off a novel written in the first person, present tense, as this author has done. Her writing is smooth and effective, never distracting, and since the events seem to be happening right now, it makes the story more powerful. Angela’s Song is a beautiful Catholic romance that is wonderfully inspirational, and readers won’t be disappointed.” Therese Heckenkamp, author, Past Suspicion


“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I kissed Jack Bartolomucci, and then I slapped him.”

“You slapped him?” he asks, incredulous. Then alarm spreads across his face. Father lowers his voice. “He did something to you that warranted slapping?”

“No, he didn’t, really…well, sort of, at least I thought so last night, but today I’m not so sure.”

Fr. Sean sighs and rubs his forehead. “I’m confused, Jel.”

“Okay. Everything he did and said led me to believe he was going to ask me out and I really got my hopes up. But then he told me that, although he wanted to ask me out, he couldn’t because I’m not ready.”

“And then you kissed him?”

I nod.  “And then I slapped him.”