Cover art by Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-247-0
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage
Length: Collection
ISBN: 978-1-60521-247-0
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage
Length: Collection
Blurb:
Fire. Water. Earth. Air. Each has its own aggressions. Each has its own passions. Put them in human form, and nature explodes.It all begins with Pyros, the God of Fire, and the only woman who has ever touched him. But even Allison's love isn't enough to prevent mayhem when fire unleashes its wrath. Water follows with its Goddess, Jada, sheltering the lost city of Atlantis, and earth with Talon and all the strength and stability of a mountain. Finally, Angelina gently works with air to complete the circle of the elemental magic they all possess.
Once the destruction of fire is set in motion, it will take all the passion and love each possesses, along with the mortals and magical creatures who love them, to complete a story ages in the making.
This collection contains the previously released novellas in The Elementals series: God of Fire, Goddess of Water, God of Earth, and Goddess of Air.
Excerpt:
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Immediately, something lashed out at her. A sharp, blinding pain burning through her head, driving her to her knees. It was as if her brain were boiling. Allison screamed but somehow held firm to the flows of fire swelling toward the surface. She "pushed" with all her might, but it wasn't enough. She couldn't prevent the explosion. A lifetime of studying this place and volcanology told her the sequence of events was all wrong, but there was no denying what her other senses told her.
Yellowstone was going to erupt.
Knowing she couldn't outrun the imminent pyroclastic flows, Allison embraced the power, choosing to die trying to save as many people as she could rather than trying to save only herself.
Just as the power rushing through her became too much, he was there, struggling to contain the fire as well. Instinctively, she added her strength to his, redirecting her energy to the greater presence of power. It wasn't long before she was swamped with the lust and heat she had come to associate with his presence. It started out as a painful, burning blend but settled almost immediately into a sexual urge more powerful than any she had ever experienced.
Pushing everything to the back of her mind, she concentrated all her strength on giving as much energy to the man as she could. He snatched it like a lifeline. Relief, lust, curiosity, and desire all warred within him. His presence always eased her burden, but she had never known him to struggle, and she had never known so completely that her presence added strength to his.
She thought this would be the time that this being of such immense power would assert his dominance over her, but he simply brushed her cheek with a mental touch and continued his efforts to control the fire with her help.
It wasn't long before the magma screamed, sending one last burst of energy in an effort to escape. The energy spike should have killed Allison, but the male presence shielded her from the worst of the rush. Allison was awed by his control over the fire, the most violent of the elements. Once he had full control of her added strength, he scattered the power surges in a thousand directions, dissipating the energy until it was impotent.
An enraged bellow echoed in Allison's head, the last remnants of this uprising of the now contained magma. Breathing a sigh of relief, she sat on the ground and tried to focus on the mysterious being still connected to her. She had felt him with her many times throughout her life, but this was the first time she had felt an almost human side to him. She made him stronger, and she took tremendous pride in that.
His presence was soothing, like a balm applied to the sting of so much energy. He also fed the lust within her. She had never needed a man so much in her life! Her pussy dripped and throbbed in time with the pulsing of the magma, and she realized he was connected with the fire on some stronger level than even she was.
With the danger gone, his concentration focused on her. The intensity of his attention was disconcerting. She felt naked, exposed, as if he knew her every desire, every need. She couldn't help but wonder if he would be that attentive a lover.
Who are you?
His voice in her head startled her. Her response was automatic. My name is Allison.
That does not answer my question, my lovely. His gentle reprimand held a hint of humor. I want to know who you are that you have control over fire.
I merely settle the energy, push it back. I would not call that control.
Hmm. Allison could almost see him rubbing his chin in contemplation. We shall see. You will await me at the lake.
Will I? And if I refuse?
He chuckled. You will not. You are just as curious as I.
Touché. Fair is fair. Who are you?
Allison could almost see him puff his chest out. I am Pyros, God of Fire.
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