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Book & Author Info:
Title: Born Into Fire
Author: Tarah Scott and KyAnn Waters
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, Paranormal Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: 12/22/2012
Word Count/Length:38,000 words
Synopsis:
She’s fire, he’s air. Together, their power is unimaginable…and hot, hot enough to melt steel.
Aspiring
artist Kenna Lang can’t believe her luck in meeting the gorgeous Eric
Grey. What she doesn’t know is that their chance encounter was by his
design.
Their
affair turns hotter than her glass furnaces. Drawn together in an
erotic joining, they become more than human. In their merging, Eric
shows her they descend from elements of air, water, earth, and fire.
When another man tries to enslave her, Eric turns to the ones who were
there when she disappeared: his race's sworn enemy, the shape-shifting
dragons Drakaura.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
A breeze, that was him, fluttered the
ivory curtains. Moonlight streamed through the
open window, outlining the sleeping form
beneath the sheet covering the queen-size bed.
He hovered. Why had he answered the call of
her element? He had no right. Anguish wrenched
through him. Long ago, he’d answered the call
of another Element, and she’d paid with her
life. The memory—the pain— didn’t stop the
rake of his gaze down the cotton sheet that
revealed every lush curve of the sleeping woman’s
body. Desire streaked through him. The fabric
ruffled in response to his command, then slid downward.
He sucked in a harsh breath. Softly molded
shoulders gave way to rounded breasts tipped with
quarter-size areolas then a flat tummy and trim
thighs led to long, toned legs. An unexpected vision
surfaced of those legs wrapped tight around his
waist while he thrust into her. The swirling vortex
that was his core leaped into a furious dance.
Go, his mind commanded.
Fluid veins of amber light erupted beneath
her skin. He stood frozen, her fire a drag on
his wind that lay open the ache buried deep
within.
Leave, came a second panicked admonition.
She inhaled.
Realization hit. Too late.
She drew him deep into her lungs. Warmth infused him in a heady rush. He struggled in desperation to escape the current, but each beat of her heart thrummed through him, echoing in his mind in a thunderous rhythm. The flow of blood through her veins washed over him like a thick velvet river.
And he gave in.
As if sensing him, she hesitated, then
breathed him out on a shaky exhale. He
shuddered, the loss tearing a howl of fury
from him.
“More.” She wanted more. He needed
more.
As wind, he lay beyond tangible comprehension, a cool breeze, nothing more. He
could take a small piece
and not imprint on her. This woman would be
born into fire—without him.
In one decadent breath, he draped himself
over her, touched all
of her. Her heated skin cooled. No mortal man
could experience her as he did. No mortal man
could touch her as he could. He chilled the
air over her nipples, then watched as they peaked,
and felt them pucker. Commanding a gentle breeze,
he caressed her contours, fitting his shape to
hers.
She moaned. Excitement rocketed through
him, and the current within him swirled. She
shivered. He hesitated. Even a second too long
would leave her with a sense of familiarity.
He must leave or risk revealing himself—or
worse, bonding.
Heat pooled between her legs. Every fiber
of his being screamed, go. Yet, as if anchored by unseen
chains, he remained motionless, unable to tear
his eyes from the sight of energy that built in her
erogenous points.
Only a moment, his heart urged. A mere
whisper of her essence to ease the emptiness. Then
he would leave.
He focused hot pressure, the wispy kiss of
an Air Element, to her neck. As he trailed the
pressure to her nipple, he turned the air icy.
She bowed off the bed. He filled the space
behind her arched back, curving up toward her
neck and down across her rounded buttocks. Her
breath came in quick pants, frosting the
air—him.
Frigid pressure tightened her nipples to
erect peaks. He swirled air around the tips.
She collapsed, thrashing on the pillow, and
covered her breasts as if to ease the aching
cold he created. Her hands heated until they
glowed. The
fire within her.
The glow spread up her arms, radiated out from her torso, and emitted a scorching heat that heightened his frequency to a fevered pitch. Fire. Fiera. His heart constricted. He had no right to name her. He would not be the one to bring her into being. She would seek another. But he would have this memory.
Air spun around her body. Faster, hotter.
The friction against her skin hardened him.
His core grew heavier. “Spread your legs.” The unbidden words echoed
in his mind, but the unspoken command carried
on the current of his breath and caressed her
ear. She pulled her legs up and, knees bent,
opened wide for him. He glided downward until
his breath disturbed the auburn curls covering her
mound.
The scent of her arousal penetrated his
core. A need to shift into human form and
taste her sweet nectar pooled energy into his
center. He moved upward, concentrating until
he held the gossamer form of a man, and
settled vaporous hips between her thighs. In
air form, he couldn’t slip his tongue into the
sweet recesses of her mouth, couldn’t
spread her damp folds, or
plunge his rigid cock into her forbidden
depths. But he could feel the heat.
“Open for me,” he coaxed.
Fiera moaned and reached between her
legs. With a delicate stroke, she traced the
seam of her pussy. He vibrated the air over
her clit. A soft smile tilted her lips.
Satisfaction rippled through him. She wanted
more.
In a cyclone of current, he swirled
around her. Strands of her flaming red hair
danced in the static- filled air. Her
peach-hued nipples puckered, her chest rose
and fell with each deep breath she took.
More energy. Faster wind. Yes. Her hips rose off the bed,
and she plunged a finger inside her channel.
When she fit a second finger into her drenched
opening and thrust deep, energy shot in a jagged
pattern from his core to her channel. She cried
out. Her eyelids fluttered, but she didn’t wake.
With her free hand, she touched her clit
and thrust her hips wildly against an unseen
force. Him.
Gyrating her hips, bucking and arching, she fucked
him, but used her own fingers. His mind whirled
with her energy. It was as if she swirled around him.
The other female Air Element, the one who
now haunted him, had engulfed him as Fiera did.
He forced the anguished recollection into the fury of
energy. Fiera convulsed in pleasure. He envisioned
thrusting his solid cock into her channel, her
sheathing him with breath-stealing strength. He
clenched against the intensifying need to shift into
human form, centered his energy on the torrential
wave of her release, and absorbed the fragrance of
her cream as she cried out.
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Author Bio:
Award winning author Tarah Scott cut her teeth on authors such as
Georgette Heyer, Zane Grey, and Amanda Quick. Her favorite book is a
Tale of Two Cities, with Gone With the Wind as a close second. She
writes modern classical romance, and paranormal and romantic suspense.
Tarah grew up in Texas and currently resides in Westchester County, New
York with her daughter.
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