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It's Monday Moan time! Have you read the Glow Band Series? Yes, no? Well, here's where to start: Fire Woman!
Page Count: 56
Release Date: September 23, 2011
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres and Themes: Erotic Romance; Novella; Paranormal; Magic & Mayhem
She’s everything he needs… if he can withstand the burn.Now here's the moan!
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.
“Come for me, sweetheart.” His words vibrated all the way to her core. “It won’t kill me. I want to see you come apart.”
She hesitated. One more push towards ecstasy, and their good thing would come to the inevitable fiery end.
“The burn feels so good, love.” His voice, controlled and patient, soothed her frayed nerves. “It feels right.”
Confusion slipped into her brain. Felt right? Felt good? Love? He didn’t… ? Zac should’ve been a gigantic ball of orange flames.
Still pumping his middle finger into her canal, Zac smiled up at her. “See? I’m good. Better than good.” His thrusts increased. “Come, love.”
He wasn’t in flames. Not a singe in sight. Could it be he wasn’t affected by her gift? Sizzles danced along her skin, illuminating the room. The scent of fresh rain filled the room. She bit down hard on her bottom lip. Hell with her fears. Atria closed her eyes and rode his hand.
“Oh, Goddess,” she murmured.
From her hairline to her toes, her body quaked. The climax washed over her like a tidal wave, burying her in warmth and relaxation. She collapsed against the bed and gasped for breath. The man should’ve come with a warning label. She glanced around the room with heavily lidded eyes. Nothing was aflame. Nothing even a bit melted.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come.” Zac snuggled up next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Sleep. I’ll take my turn when you get your rest.”
She wanted to reciprocate, wanted to give him the ooey-gooey-it’s-so-good feeling in return. But damn if her limbs wouldn’t move even enough to tug her shirt down over her breasts to restore her modesty. Screw it. Sleep sounded so much better. She smiled and rolled over, curling into the crook of his side. “Never leave me.”