Monday, July 2, 2018

A SPARK of Passion Ignites an Inferno #NewRelease Erotic #Supernatural #Romance

The Wildfire Romance Series is a shared world where multiple authors tell the tale of a wildfire threatening the town of Ouray, Colorado, from differing perspectives. All stories are stand-alone books that share common landmarks, a few overlapping characters, and the same crisis situation. This blog hop connects all stories so readers can take a peek inside each one. 
The link to various posts are below the excerpt.

Featuring Spark, Book Four

From the back cover...

Calvin Ritchie wants solitude and isn't about to let a wildfire stop him from doing exactly what he wants. An action-adventure movie star, he is in Ouray for a weekend as far away from prying eyes as he can get. He is at a crossroads in his life. As part of a group of fallen angels that needs to either find redemption or be damned for eternity, Calvin is being tested by both light and dark forces.

When a sexy movie star wants to hire her to guide him into Box Canyon despite the wildfire raging miles south of town, local mountain guide Willow Leslie says yes. Never one to turn down an adventure—or a big payday—she ignores the warnings and trusts her skills as they head out for a holiday weekend. 

What they don't know is that an arsonist is loose in the forest and has started a second fire that traps them in the canyon. Bound by survival, they embark on a journey of erotic exploration and internal reckoning as the flames spread closer each day. 

Will Calvin find that spark of redemption he needs to rescue them from certain death? Can Willow learn to trust someone other than herself enough to let love melt her jaded heart? 


An excerpt (adult content)

"Are you saying that you're an angel, Cal?"

"You don't need to believe me. I understand." 

She snuggled closer against him and stared through the darkness at the outline of his profile. Goosebumps shimmied across her skin. A shiver rolled through her body. His touch, the energy zapping from his body to hers, his magnetism...the wings hadn't been a hallucination. Rather than fear, fascination rippled through her mind. 

"You're being very calm."

"What am I supposed to do? Angel or not, you're my client and here we are." 

He laughed and pulled her closer. "That is so matter-of-fact."

"Did you expect hysterics?"

"You were hysterical outside. I was angry. I thought you were a supernatural being and that this was a trap."

"Why would you think that?"  

"Because of your tattoo. The angel is someone I know."

She pushed herself up at that news. A chill slid over her skin. She prided herself on being open-minded, but there came a point when logic needed to take precedent. Like now. Could he be using her tattoo—a representation of something important to her—as a joke?

But that didn't explain the wings—unless he had drugged me. 

"Is this all a joke to you, Cal? That angel I saw meant something to me. I've seen her three times in my life—each time she saved my life, diverted me from a certain death. I am not crazy. I am not some silly—"

"Stop." He sat up, too, and framed her face between the palms of his hands. "I am not treating you like a joke, I swear. I don't know why I needed to have you take me here—I honestly don't know why I am here. I am telling you the truth. I didn't expect to sleep with you either. I had planned on being on my best behavior."

She snorted. "Are you ever on your best behavior, Cal?"

"That's kind of my problem. That's is why I'm a fallen angel and my time for redemption is now." He pressed his forehead against hers. "I have never told my secret to a human before, never. Whatever is going on, I believe we are on the same path."

"Now you're kind of scaring me," she admitted. 


"Don't be scared. I will never hurt you. I promise. Never." He kissed her. His lips meandered over hers, sliding and teasing until she kissed him back. 

His touch hypnotized her. The energy zapping from his skin was like a drug that pulled her in and soothed her worries. He flicked his tongue across her lips. In the dark like this, sight was limited so every other sense ignited tenfold. He pulled her sweater off and then his own until their bare chests pressed together. 

She roamed her hands across his shoulders and over his back, kissed his face and his neck. She wanted to explore his body as thoroughly as he had explored hers. She crawled on top of him and thrust her tongue into his mouth. His hands pulled her pajama pants off and she wiggled her hips to help him. Without breaking the kiss, she worked on stripping him free of his clothes too until they were sitting naked on the pile of blankets and pillows wrapped in the dark cocoon of their private tent at the bottom of a deep slice of earth. 

"Don't be scared," he whispered as he shifted his hips and pulled her onto his erection. "Ride me, don't be scared." 

"I am not scared of you." She braced her hands on his shoulders and sank onto his cock. His girth filled her, stretched her. 

He held her close and nipped her neck. 

His hands moved over her back, her hips, her breasts. His lips kissed her neck, her chin, her mouth. A whoosh enveloped them and she felt the caress of feathers on her bare skin. Whatever shadows had been in the room were blocked out by the added layer of...wings. Black angel wings. 

She gasped and tipped her head back. They were enveloped in the shelter of angel wings. She rode him hard, savoring the sensation of his mouth on her body, the feathers brushing her skin, his fingers sinking into her hips, and his cock filling her cunt. 

The orgasm was fast and intense. Her entire body quaked with wave after wave of ecstasy.

Calvin called out against the side of her face. His fingers sank deeper into her hips as he thrust his hips up and ground himself deeper into her. 

She collapsed against him, wrapped her arms around his neck. Tentatively, she reached down his back and felt the wings there—felt them flutter under her touch. Mesmerized, she clung to his body while moving her hands through the wings. "I swear to God, if you've drugged me and this is all some kind of hallucination, I'm going to kill you in the morning. I know many places to get rid of  a body."

He laughed against her hair. "I've never done this before. I have never allowed a human see me like this." 

"Why me?" 

"I don't know." He kissed the side of her face. "I suppose I don't need to tell you that this is a secret."

"I don't think anyone would believe me if I told them so...no, you don't need to tell me that." She leaned back just far enough to look him in the eye through the darkness. Still enveloped beneath the arc of his wings, she combed her fingers through his hair. "I don't have best friends that I confide in anyway so you have nothing to worry about. You're safe with me." 

He held her tight. His cock twitched inside of her. They stayed like that for a long time—joined as one, sheltered beneath his wings, with only the sound of their breathing and their heartbeats in the small space. 
She blinked back tears and tightened her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. She felt safe with him –and she hadn't felt safe for years. Not like this. 

"I don't want you to go to the nowhere place," she whispered against his ear. 

"Me either, sounds incredibly boring. Can you imagine? No drugs, no alcohol, no sex?" 

She laughed because—safe or not, he was still a very naughty angel. 



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