Caught in the fires of passion and destruction, Evande struggles for a balance that could either burn or forge her anew.
My newest book, Forged in Fire - Rebirth #3 (smokin' hot urban fantasy romance), releases tonight from Liquid Silver Books and thought I'd share a little with you.
As vampire Evande Austin tries to adjust to her new found abilities, she can’t fight her new reality. She never intended to fall in love with two men. But she also never intended to take Fae blood to keep her alive either.
Trouble lurks in the shadows and Evande fears she will not be able to control the raging blood fever that burns through her because of Quinn. Thanks to Logan, the man who gives her anchor, Evande is able to maintain a thread of sanity in the blinding chaos.
When the Elders strike out and her future tumbles around her feet, Evande realizes the two men give her a bond she is unable to survive without. They need her just as much as she needs them. Giving into them both could just be the one thing that saves everyone.
But one thing remains clear—nothing comes without a cost.
Logan pushed against my side, his heat enveloping me. My own blood fever triggered in the blink of an eye as his voice sounded as a deep growl in my ear. “But yes, you’re right. I do like to watch and what I’d like to view right now, is you.” His finger trailed down the front of my dirty shirt and flipped open a few buttons.
“And what is it you want me to do?” My voice a husky whisper as my fingers tightened against the solid dresser in anticipation.
My shirt brushed against my arm as it fluttered to the ground and he hooked a finger through the waistband of my slacks. I let him guide me to the bed where he stopped before pushing my pants and underwear over my hips so I stood in front of him with nothing on.
I cocked one of my eyebrows at him, but he just returned the look with a sly smile.
He pushed into me again and the cotton of his shirt and pants brushed against my warm skin. The scent of his rising arousal hit me full force and I pulled it into my lungs, savoring it.
Logan was dead sexy on his own, but aroused, he was a spectacular creature that I was pleased to have a hand in rebirthing.
“I have to say, it was really hot watching you back at the museum. You really know how to take care of yourself and I find that extremely attractive.” His voice dropped a few octaves and threaded through me. Given enough time, I could probably come just from the sound of his voice. An interesting prospect to be sure, no doubt he had other ideas at the moment.
“Thank you.” Just because I sensed his excitement level, and he undoubtedly scented mine as well, didn’t mean I couldn’t take the time to tease him a bit. “I fail to see how this relates to my current state of undress. Not to mention why you’re still fully clothed.”
“Ah, something I’m not so transparent with. Very nice.” His fingers traced the line of my collarbone a few times before he continued. “Watching a strong woman defend herself is incredibly arousing to me. I have no doubt that a woman such as you is perfectly capable of taking care of herself in other matters.”
His eyes flashed hot and dark as my gaze lifted to his. His meaning vividly clear, I needed no further encouragement to know how this would play out.
Sex with Logan had always been a clear give and take for both of us. Unlike Lucas and Callista’s position, no one person was in charge when we were in bed.
From the look in his eye, both of us would find equal amounts of ecstasy tonight.
I pushed away from him and lowered myself onto the bed. My legs fell open as I shifted around on the soft mattress and his eyes focused in the valley there. Smiling, I pushed my finger through the curls and watched his eyes follow every movement. His breath came in short pants as I teased my own skin and I basked in the sensation of what I could do to us both.
That finger moved in a few lazy circles and I took pleasure in the feel of his gaze focused solely on me. I crooked the very same finger at him in invitation to come closer and he instead grabbed for my hand.
His tongue slid against damp skin and his eyes closed as he savored the taste he discovered. “Christ, you taste exquisite.”
“That’s just a sample.”
His low groan echoed though the room. I withdrew my finger from his mouth and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck to pull him down. He came willingly, but held himself at arm’s length as he smiled at me.
“Don’t stop.” His voice held a touch of longing.
I smiled in response. “Do I detect the sound of begging?”
“I don’t beg.”
“Shame. You’d look damn hot on your knees.”