Snowfire: Trapped by Michelle Hasker

Snowfire: Trapped!
by Michelle Hasker

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-185-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Interracial, Magic and Mayhem
Series: Snowfire Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Trapped in the remains of a plane with the woman he loves is like a dream come true. Markus prays he can convince Alyssa he’s not the womanizer she believes him to be. And if he can make her fall in love with him, his dream would be complete.

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Alyssa scowled at Markus Reynolds. The man was fucking insane if he thought she was going to boink him until the sun rose or help came. Neither would come fast enough for her, even if he was the hottest male she’d ever worked with.
He gave her a knowing look. “Look, it’s not like I want to fuck you, but we’ll freeze to death if we don’t.”
“No, we won’t. Most of the fuselage is still intact. I patched most of the tears, and sealed us off from the missing tail section. I used up the supplies we were supposed to deliver, but we’re not going to make it there anyway.”
“We’re not sure how long it’ll take for a rescue party to find us.”
“That might be due to the fact you wanted to fly over some stupid frozen lake.” She ignored the irritated expression on his face. She had a right to be irritated, not him. “You should have kept to the original flight plan.”
“It’s not my fault that engine stalled. I did a preflight check.”
“A lot of good that did us.” Alyssa crossed her arms and tried to flop into a more comfortable position on the raft she’d inflated for a makeshift bed. “If we build an igloo just right, we can start a fire without making it cave in on us.”
Markus laughed. He didn’t even try to hide how amusing he thought her idea was.
“It would work!” Before she could elaborate, her sister’s words came back to haunt her. On the eve before your thirty-third birthday you’ll need to spend the night making sex magick. By the morning your power will be at its fullest.
“Alyssa, be reasonable.”
“I’m trying, you jackass!”
“You’ve had the same training I have. We could build your igloo, if we had the time and strength. With my bum arm…” Markus looked down at his arm, hanging at his side.
She knew what he didn’t say. The bleeding hadn’t stopped. Perhaps his suggestion to have sex was because he was afraid he was going to bleed to death. She could save him. But she’d put herself at risk to do so. What a mess! Crashing in the Alaskan wilderness wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to her. It was just the most recent.

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Snowfire: Express by Sophia Titheniel

Snowfire: Express
by Sophia Titheniel

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-184-8
Genre(s): Futuristic, Dark Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Gay and Lesbian
Series: Snowfire Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Thorn is not a newbie. He's been running all across the barren wastelands that make up what once was America since he was fifteen -- he knows his shit. He does not need one of the psychic kids running with him to save his neck, no sir. No matter how good Rae is at his job.
When their run goes incredibly wrong, and they narrowly manage to escape somewhere across the snow-capped mountains, Thorn has to admit that having someone along is not all that bad -- especially when Rae provides more fun ways of resisting the bitter cold…

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The ground is hard, covered in pine needles, mud and dirty snow, but Thorn collapses face down on it as if it were a feather bed. His bones ache, a deep, dull throbbing that spreads from the small of his back all the way up his spine, making even thinking too difficult a job for him to accomplish right now.
He won’t even mention the cold -- after five hours and over three hundred miles flat on his bike zigzagging across the Junction with a gang of scavengers after their asses, he thinks it’s become embedded in of him. He can barely flex his fingers; the skin is so red and dry from lack of circulation.
“Well, that was fun.”
Thorn snorts. He raises his head half an inch from the ground, needles stuck to his cheek and into the side of his Mohawk. “Your life would be so dull without me, admit it.”
“No shit.” Piercing blue eyes twinkle back at him, and Rae sits down by his side, pushing wet, dark hair off his face. “It’s amazing how you revaluate boredom when your chances of survival drop under five percent.”
“That sounds way more dramatic than it was,” Thorn protests, pushing himself up on his elbows. “We did manage to get out of there alive, didn’t we?”
“Yep.” Rae nods very seriously. “Middle of fucking Nowhere, Bumfuck Colorado. With little to no gas and no provisions.”
“We got whiskey.”
Rae chuckles, wrapping his arms around his knees and pulling them against his chest in an effort to keep himself warm. “How many times? Whiskey is not a food group, buddy.”
Thorn shrugs. “Beats hibernation.”
“Now that was dramatic.”
“Was it?” Thorn smirks. “C’mon, do you have a better idea?”
“Start a fire, for instance,” Rae replies, glancing around the snow-covered ground. “There’s gotta be some wood we can use, just to last till morning.”
“Good luck finding anything dry,” Thorn snorts, finally pushing himself up to a sitting position. “Though I suppose we could use a few drops of gas to set the thing burning. You got a lighter?”
Rae makes a face. “No. We could get the wires to spark, though.”
Thorn glances over at their steeds, both of them looking the worse for wear but still standing proud under their cover of scratches and mud. “You want to risk it?”
Thorn knew what Rae’s answer was going to be before he’d uttered it, “Not really.” Touching anything on either of their bike’s engines would mean disrupting the fragile algorithm of tape, spit and prayer that held the shit in place, dropping the possibilities of putting it back together to somewhere below zero.
“But we have whiskey,” Thorn announces then, trying to sound bright and alert. He pulls a flask from under his jacket, the whiff of icy draught that hits his collarbone suggesting him to screw the cap open and gulp down some before handing it over to Rae. “We’ll manage.”




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Snowfire: Three by Riley Ashford

Snowfire: Three
by Riley Ashford

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-198-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Werewolves
Series: Snowfire Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

When banned werewolf Jaron Dunmore has a chance encounter with gorgeous vampire Kirk Raynard and his human lover, Leann, he eagerly agrees to their sensual proposition. But their night of passion will give the lonely wolf a very unexpected gift…

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Jaron Dunmore sat at his favorite table in Starbuck’s, his mocha gone cold and his newspaper unread. His heart yammered in his chest -- the result of both an undeniable attraction to a stranger and a blatant fear that he’d gone bonkers.
I’m gay. I like men. He’d told this mantra to his dick again and again. It wasn’t listening. Gay. Men. Love touching their chests and penises and muscled thighs. Love masculine lips on mine, male fingers stroking my flesh, and cocks in my hands, my mouth, my ass.
His gaze traveled around the interior of the small café until it once again landed on the tall brunette sitting at a corner table near the windows.
His cock reacted to the female. It got hard. Rod-of-steel hard. And the fantasies that his mind spun about that woman’s breasts! He’d never before had an urge to touch, much less taste any part of a woman.
Worst of all, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to feel his cock inside her tight, wet pussy. Wanted to feel her breasts scrape his chest. Wanted to hear her breathy feminine moans in his ear.
His body rigid with the weird desire, Jaron gave up pretenses and stared openly at the woman. She wasn’t pretty. Not in a traditional sense. Her cheekbones were too high, her lips too full, her nose too thin. Yet there was a shimmering beauty about her. Abstract and untouchable. Goddess-like.
Lust heated his blood, thrummed through his balls and hardened his cock. Her flawless skin required little make-up. Her hair was the color of milk chocolate and her eyes were dark brown. She was tall and stacked and dressed for the cold weather in boots, jeans, sweater, and a leather jacket. She sipped her coffee and read a magazine.
She lifted her gaze and caught him in the act of checking her out. Schmuck! Get out of here before you do something really stupid.
He put on his coat and threw away the cold coffee and unread newspaper. As he reached to push open the glass door, he found long, pale fingers wrapped around his wrist. Startled, he looked into the gaze of the woman who had tilted his world on its axis.
“Hello,” she said. Her eyes sparkled with humor and intelligence and -- oh shit -- attraction. His gaze drifted down to the hand on his sleeve. Her nails were neatly trimmed and coated with clear polish. She liked all the wonderful feminine qualities of being a girl, but not in a way that showed off.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her smile revealing a dimple near her right cheek. “I didn’t realize you were mute.”
“I’m not,” he said. “But I am gay. Very gay.”
“That’s nice. Is stating your sexual preference part of introductions where you’re from?”




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Snowfire: Chance of a Lifetime by L Shannon

Snowfire: Chance of a Lifetime
by L. Shannon

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-144-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Ménage, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Snowfire Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

The perfect gift, one hunk of an ex-lover wrapped in cuffs and a red leather bow set in a snow-filled corner of hell...

But will the gift be accepted in the spirit it was given? Or will the gift tear their love apart?

This title is fifth in the Chance series, preceded by A Snowball's Chance, Second Chance, Another Chance, and Games of Chance.

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“Chance, we have a problem.”
Groaning, Chance focused his thoughts across the realms to see just what Brandon thought was wrong now. What’s wrong?
“Josh isn’t coming home tonight. The whole condo is set up with candles, streamers and confetti. Josh put a lot of time into arranging this for you, but the planes in New York are grounded. He can’t get home. He’s going to be crushed.”
Chance stole a glance at the condo through Brandon’s eyes and in the process caught a good solid taste of Brandon’s jealousy. He was touched by the effort that had gone into the preparations. He’d known from the beginning that Josh was the kind to care deeply, but this evidence just proved it.
He was in love with a hopeless romantic.
Stretching out on the bed he couldn’t help grinning at Josh and the weird thing they had together. How he wished he could be there, and everything could have been just as Josh wanted. But alas pops had him restricted to Abaddon and he couldn’t get to the condo even if Josh had been there waiting.
“What do you want me to do?”
Do? He didn’t know. He’d just have to wait until Josh got back and then they could celebrate properly. Go home, Brandon. There’s nothing we can do.
“What?” Annoyance echoed back across their connection. “Didn’t take you for a quitter, Chance. Instead of just accepting it, isn’t it more your style to make the situation work in your favor?”
If you have a suggestion, spit it out.
“If you can drag me to hell, why not take Josh, too?”
Ahhh… I could kiss you.
“Sounds good to me.”
Gather up Josh’s celebration and bring it all with you. The moment you get back here, I’ll kiss your socks off. Chance looked around the small apartment and tried to visualize the space with the festive additions. It wouldn’t be the same as Josh’s. But maybe it would be enough. His one regret was not having a hot tub to play in. But his huge bed would have to do. The bed actually took up most of his living area. The one large room held the entertainment center, the kitchenette, and his ancient four poster monstrosity. The room had a smallish bathroom and that was it. What more did he need?
“Food.”
Better grab any grub Josh has there too. I don’t have much here.
“Already got it. I’m ready to come back when you are.” Brandon’s voice jumped up an octave as he drew him back across the realms. This time he managed to deposit Brandon more gently. Only then did he realize the problem. He couldn’t bring Josh to Abaddon without making the first trip to Abaddon scary as hell. The mental connection might help but… “You have to go to New York to get Josh.”
Brandon’s mouth dropped open.
“No, never mind. That won’t work. If you get him, it’ll give away the surprise. Damn, I’ll have to ask George for a favor.”


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Snowfire: Reunion by Anne Kane

Snowfire: Reunion
by Anne Kane

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-189-3
Genre(s): Hot Flashes, BDSM
Series: Snowfire Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

When Kassie’s big-shot boyfriend dumps her, she slinks back to her isolated hometown to lick her wounds in private. But a well-endowed snowman and a reunion with an old flame makes sure her homecoming sizzles with passion.

Excerpt:

Kassie stepped back and studied her masterpiece. She'd taken the art of snow sculpting to a completely new level. Her snowman was a snowwoman – with all the anatomical parts to prove it. Pert, up-tilted breasts with naughtily pebbled nipples adorned the snowy chest while curvaceous hips narrowed down to a smoothly shaved pussy.
She snickered at the thought of Gerald William Dwyer, of Dwyer, Dwyer and Sons, Inc., driving up to her little house and seeing the very unladylike snowperson in her yard. Of course, that wasn't likely to happen. He'd be too busy with the little tart he'd dropped her for. After all the effort she'd put into being the perfect little lady just to please him, he'd dumped her for an over-painted, underdressed bimbo.
She shivered as the cold started to penetrate her winter clothing. Dusting the snowflakes off her leggings, she headed back inside.
The little house wasn't much, just a three-room cabin in the frozen bush of Northern Ontario, but it was hers. Thank goodness, she wasn't prone to cabin fever. She'd grown up here, attending school in the small town down the road. She'd dreamed of what she'd do when she grew up and left to conquer the world, but she'd never appreciated its isolation as much as she had in the past couple of weeks, while she hid from the world to lick her wounds and kick herself forever trying to change just to please a man.
Shedding the layers of heavy winter clothing, she stirred the coals in the woodstove and added another piece of birch wood before curling up on the sofa with her book.

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Snowfire: Party Favors by Selena Illyria

Snowfire: Party Favors
by Selena Illyria

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-187-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Vampires
Series: Snowfire Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Nevada has been working so hard she’s exhausted. Lucian is determined to get her to rest -- even if he has to kidnap her and tie her to the bed to do it.




Excerpt:

Nevada moaned, waking up to the most pleasant sensation. Vibrations trailed up and down the lips of her pussy. Moaning again, she tried to move closer to the feeling but found she could only go so far. She tried to move again but nothing. Her arms were stretched over her head, cool steel bit into her wrists. She tried to move her legs. Something soft and smooth was wrapped around her ankles. Opening her eyes she saw nothing but darkness. Panic made her struggle. She couldn't move.
"Lucian?" she cried out, fear causing her heart to beat rapidly. The vibrations continued, this time rimming around the entrance to her core. "Lucian?"
"Calm down, oraia, it's me, Luc," Lucian replied, his voice husky. She felt warm, moist air blow against her pussy and writhed, clit throbbing with need.
"What's going on?" she demanded.
"You've been naughty. And I have a nice sack of toys to help me punish you."
"What the hell are you talking about? Did you tie me to the bed?"
"Yes, and you will continue to remain bound to the bed until I decide you've been good."

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Snowfire: Her Winged Mates by Ruth D Kerce

Snowfire: Her Winged Mates
by Ruth D. Kerce

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-193-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters
Series: Snowfire Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

While Sheridin Jacoby is bird-sitting three snowy owls, the mysterious predators shift into hunky men. Sheridin is shocked, terrified… and aroused. Starving to breed, Mast, Maze, and Mason seduce her with savage pleasures, binding her to them as their one true mate. Forever.

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When she entered the living room she saw the tall cage in front of the sliding glass doors. The snow shrouded lake loomed large below, creating a breathtaking winter view.
Inside the cage, on a long branch, sat three snowy owls, side by side. She hadn’t expected them to be so large. Or so impressive. Their mostly white feathers looked soft and fluffy, a stark contrast to their dangerous-looking claws.
She shrugged off her coat and laid it across a chair, then neared the cage. An envelope hung next to the cage door. Her name was scrawled on the outside. “I guess this is for me.”
She opened the envelope, figuring additional instructions were inside. She didn’t know anything about birds, but as long as she kept them fed, they should be fine.
Josh had told her they were part of a special breeding experiment. She didn’t know a lot about what he did, other than his rescue team was funded by some top secret government agency. He always skirted her questions for more details.
She slid out the paper inside. “Let’s see. Oh. Names. How cute. The one with the scar above the right eye is Mason. The one with a mixture of white and darker feathers is Maze. And the one with --” She barked out a laugh. “The one with the big cock is Mast.” She peeked underneath him but couldn’t see anything resembling a cock. Josh was playing with her. “Mason, Maze, Mast. Alliteration lives.”
A breeding experiment? With three males? She stared at the owls and they stared back. Their black eyes unnerved her somehow. Silly. They’re just birds.
Their water dishes looked full. The paper instructed her where to find their specialized food. “Sounds easy enough.”
She carried her bag into the bathroom to set out some toiletries. As she unzipped the suitcase, a clanging drew her attention. She heard flapping and a strange trill. What were they doing? She’d better check to make sure the owls were all right.
When she stepped from the bathroom, her heart leapt and she froze. On the far side of the bed stood a large man, well over six feet. His black hair hung to his shoulders and his black eyes bored into her. He was completely naked and not an inch of him was without muscle. His cock drew her eyes, which was as massive as the rest of him, even though it hung flaccid.
She couldn’t think. Her heart and mind raced too fast. She should be screaming. But one thing stopped her -- the large, white wings that spread out from his back. Fear and disbelief, but also curiosity, gripped her.
Still… figuring it best to flee now and question her sanity later, she managed to engage her feet. She eased to the side, toward her only escape route, but stopped flat.
Two men stood in the doorway, blocking her exit. One with oddly-colored black and white hair that disappeared down his back, the other with a scar over his right eye. Both also naked. All three men looked at her with interest, but said nothing.
Then it hit her. Josh’s note. The one with the scar over his right eye. Mason. The one with black and white feathers. Maze. The one with the huge cock. Mast. Her gaze shot back to the man beside the bed. Impossible.

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Snowfire: Tagged by Kira Stone

Snowfire: Tagged
by Kira Stone

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-099-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Gay and Lesbian
Series: Snowfire Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

"Tag. You're it."

The words echoed through Chade's body like the ringing of a warning bell. Little did he know he'd be drawn into a game of cat and mouse -- or in his case, werewolf and Fae. The gorgeous elf teased and tempted him... and eluded him for days. It wasn't until a dark and snowy night, when Chade was on the verge of giving up, when he found Evander and the true meaning of surrender.

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“Wanna dance?”
Chade looked the too-punk guy over and mentally shrugged. Why the hell not? It beat watching the bar traffic -- one of the few mixed species bars in the area -- trying to decide if he was waiting for a male worth knowing to walk by, or counting the seconds until he walked out. “Yeah, sure.”
“Vertically or horizontally?”
Christ, what a lame line. The punk might as well have grabbed Chade by the balls and said, “Let’s fuck.” Did no one care about romance these days? Not the hearts and flowers crap women were always bawling about, but just the semblance that their brief connection would mean something beyond satisfying a particularly virulent itch.
“Verbally, if I thought you could dance without tripping over your tongue,” Chade finally replied, deciding that in his present mood no company was preferable to bad company.
“Hey, I’ve got moves, man.” The vampish punk spun in a wobbly attempt to hit the dance floor. Once he cleared a space on the wooden planks in mosh-pit fashion, he put on a ten-second show that demonstrated his double-jointed hips and a lousy sense of rhythm.
If there was any applause at the conclusion of his act, it was swallowed up by the techno-noise coming from the club’s sound system. Chade finished off his drink and stood to leave. A throbbing beat and a mobile ass weren’t enough to ignite his libido tonight. “I’ve changed my mind… thanks for the offer though.”
“Jerk,” the deathly pale punk tossed at his retreating back.
Chade suppressed a growl and kept moving, intent on putting the club, and the wasted evening, behind him. He’d almost reached the door when a short blond Fae streaked in, jarring him. “Hey,” Chade said, more to make the kid slow down than out of any real anger.
The kid -- okay, so maybe not quite a kid, Fae always looked younger than their real years -- turned around and Chade was impaled by a pair of sapphire blue eyes that glowed with sparkling warmth. “Tag, you’re it.”
The words were spoken so soft and low that the only way Chade could make them out was by lip-reading. And what a fantastic set of lips they were. Wide, pink and just a hint of blond stubble around them.
The Fae fluttered his mottled blue-black wings in a friendly wave, tucked his hands into the pockets of his black leather pants and flashed Chade a sexy grin. “See ya!”
Then, as if he’d used magic, the blond became engulfed by the writhing bodies on the dance floor.
Chade’s crotch ached as if he’d been intimately stroked by a highly skilled lover, except he was positive the Fae hadn’t touched him after the initial bump. In fact, Chade wasn’t sure he hadn’t imagined at least half of the bizarre encounter -- the Fae loved to play tricks on other species -- and stepped forward, out into the frigid, snowy night.

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Snowfire: Foxy Lady by Marteeka Karland

Snowfire: Foxy Lady
by Marteeka Karland

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-195-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Snowfire Multi-Author Series
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

It's mating season in the Magical Forest, and the Faery Prince is on the hunt for a special Snow Fox. If all goes well, he'll capture the heart of his chosen mate.

Dalla won't make it easy for him. Gualin will have to be master of the hunt if he hopes to catch his Foxy Lady.

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Dalla stretched and snuggled into the soft blanket of her tail, tucking her paws closer into her chest. She still smelled winter outside her den, but spring’s clean scent teased her nose. She took a deep breath and sighed, happily…

And froze.

There was another scent. One she’d never thought to smell in this neck of the woods. At least not in winter. Dalla raised her head and squinted her eyes, straining to get a look at the faery prince. What was Gualin doing here before spring?

There! It took no time at all to find him; his scent was so clear in the morning air.

He stood beneath a holly tree, naked in the snow. The early morning sunlight barely peeked through the evergreen leaves, but faery dust caught that light and sparkled around him. His silver and green wings fluttered in the breeze, looking much more delicate than they actually were.

Knowing she’d never get back to sleep, Dalla uncurled herself, shifting from a full Snow Fox to her partially human form. She fluffed her tail prettily and crept from her den. Maybe she could find a hiding place to watch the faery prince without him noticing her for a while. He was so beautiful she could watch him the rest of the winter and be perfectly content.

Pale golden skin rippled with lovely muscle and sinew. His chest was dusted liberally with hair that she itched to run her fingers through, and his long, dark hair whipped around him in the cool, wintry gusts, revealing delicately pointed ears. Eyes as cool and blue as the winter sky were framed by dark lashes and slanted brows, giving him that exotic Fae look his people were so famous for. Dalla knew they would change with the seasons, and by spring they would be a sparkling green. Mystical. Magical. Gualin was masculine, yet exotic, and so beyond her reach she might as well be back in her den deep in hibernation.

Then he looked at her. Straight at her. It was as if he’d known she was there all along. “I hoped you’d come out, Dalla.”

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