Sunday, July 1, 2012

Sunday Snoggin with Fire Woman!

It's that time of the week once more. Sunday Snoggin' time!! Thanks to Victoria Blisse for having this great promotion. It's one of my favorites.

So which book am I featuring? Fire Woman!! I love my elementals and their band. Glow simply rocks. I'd love to share their world with you. Enjoy my contribution to the Snoggin' fun!

Word Count: 16K
Page Count: 56
Price: $3.99
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: ReneƩ George
Genres and Themes: Erotic Romance; Novella; Paranormal; Magic & Mayhem
Get your copy here!

She’s everything he needs… if he can withstand the burn.

Atria Moline isn’t your average photographer. She controls fire. Sounds fun, being able to scorch whenever you like? Think again. She’s lonely and desperate for the touch of the man who can dance in her flame -- if she doesn’t immolate him first.

Zac “Iceman” Frost controls the stage with his band Glow. He’s not about to back down from Atria’s challenge. He’s got secrets of his own and his sights set on her.

Now here's that snog!!

“Kiss me,” she bit out and shoved the shirt up over her chest. Better to say what she wanted than give in to the fear. Atria closed her eyes. The chill from his breath meshed with the heat in the room as he sucked on her tender flesh. Instead of apprehension, sheer delight swirled low in her belly. Each swipe of his tongue felt like ice crystals on her skin… too intoxicating and just right.

“Everywhere, love, everywhere.” Zac kissed the top of each breast before releasing her from the lacey bra. Using his moist tongue, he drew circles over her areolas. Liquid excitement flooded her core.

Sizzles crept up her spine and heat settled between her thighs. Atria pressed her legs together. A whimper escaped her throat, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip. “Let me know you love this,” Zac murmured around her nipple. His words vibrated the sensitive tissues. “You’re beautiful.”

Shimmers started in her toes and shot straight from her breasts to her pussy. Enjoy his attention? Absolutely. His hair tickled her stomach as he nuzzled a heated trail from her chest down to the elastic of her lingerie. His scent clogged her brain -- sweat, spicy cologne and raw masculinity. She fisted her hands in the sheets, intent on committing every one of his movements to memory.

“Mine,” he said, his words vibrating over her core.

1 comment:

Victoria Blisse said...

Oooh, sexy! Thans for the snog, Megan! ;)