~ Synopsis ~
Gin Bonham lives with a dark secret. Born with an ability she never wanted, she builds her life around science and logic, running from the terror she is capable of causing. When sexy stranger Mathias spots her on a dance floor and cuts in, he leads Gin in a sensual rhythm that continues long after the music stops. But Mathias hides the fact that he knows exactly what she can do: in the deepest recesses of her mind lurks the power to manipulate fire. Destiny is coming for her and it doesn’t care if she’s ready or not.
Mathias possesses tracking and espionage skills so extraordinary that his fellow Lash demons call him The Hunter. Pursue and interrogate. He never fails. When he is tasked with coaxing Gin to work with the Lash demons against a common enemy, he relishes the challenge. But meeting her awakens a new, primal drive that pulls him toward her even as his tactics break her heart.
Failing to win Gin’s cooperation is not an option. But she is determined to flee, putting thousands of miles between her and any other supernatural creatures, including Mathias. Can she cool the charred embers of her emotions enough to forgive Mathias and embrace what she was meant to become? Or will her ability explode into something more than she can control?
~ Review ~
5 Wicked Stars
Gin doesn't want to be like her sisters. She doesn't want her power. She wants to move to remote areas and help people get water. She wants nothing to do with the life her sisters live with demons, fairies and other mythical creatures. Why can't life be easy? Everything is going well until Mathias shows up. She wants him and isn't focused on the strange things happening around her. What will she do when she finds out who and what Mathias and Ria are?
Mathias is sent to get Gin to accept her powers and use them. He was told to use any manner necessary. He wasn't expecting to be attracted to her. He can't take his eyes off her from the moment he sees her. He knows she needs to know the truth, but if he tells her she will run. What will he do? Start the relationship as a lie? Or will he end up chasing her because he scared her off?
~ Excerpt ~
“This smells way better than the Coffeehouse,” He walked up behind her, admiring the view of her perfect ass in that tight little dress. Her hair hung long and loose down her back, and he threaded his hands into it, wanting to touch every inch of her.
She sucked in a breath and turned to face him, eyes huge. Cradling one mug in her hands, she offered it to him. “Taste.” Her voice was a strained whisper, a question and an offer combined.
He toyed with the ends of her hair. “Not first on my tasting list, Ginger.”
Her pulse ticked frantically at the base of her throat, and her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. “Not…first…?”
He took the mug from her and set it on the counter. “No.” Fuck, she was so gorgeous, standing here all dressed up for him. Dim light or sunlight, silk or jeans, she glowed with a fiery sensuality. He planned to explore every nuance of her heat, starting when he was buried inside her.
Holding her hair to the side, he kissed her shoulder. Her arms slid up his shoulders to clutch his biceps and a breathy moan escaped her.
Nipping, he moved to her collarbone. Her neck. Anywhere but her parted lips, where he knew she wanted him. He wanted her pliant, defenseless, and begging.
She gave a full-body shudder and tilted her head.
Pliant, defenseless, begging. He gripped her hips and traced circles with his thumbs. “Can you guess what’s at the top of that list?”
“Um…” She blinked, but couldn’t hide the hunger in her eyes. “List?” Her hands dropped to grip the edge of the counter behind her.
He brushed his lips across her ear. “We’re gonna play a game.”
Her eyebrows raised. “What kind?”
“A guessing game.”
“Hmm.” She bit her lip. “Like twenty questions?”
“Only two questions.”
“What am I guessing?”
“I have something of yours.” He swept his hands up and down in the air in front of him. “On me.”
Her mouth dropped. “What? When did you—? Where?” her eyes darted over his chest and arms, and down to his open hands.
“You get two guesses. For each wrong guess, I kiss you.”
She folded her arms, pushing her breasts up and giving him a cock-hardening view of her cleavage. “That doesn’t sound so bad. How do you know I won’t guess wrong on pur—”
“After two guesses, you have to find it. Without talking. And you have to keep your eyes closed until you do.”
Her eyes widened. “What if I don’t find it?”
~ Author Bio ~
Sharon Kay writes award-winning fiction and can never get enough reading time. She loves paranormal romance, with romantic suspense following close on its heels. She loves winter and black coffee, and is endlessly inspired to write kick-ass heroines and the men strong enough to capture their hearts.
Sharon lives in the Chicago area with her husband and son, and didn’t expect to write one book, let alone a series. But WICKED WIND and the Solsti series formed in her head one weekend and refused to stay quiet until she put pen to paper. Her characters tend to keep her up at night, as they banter, fall in love, and slay endless varieties of power-hungry demons.
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