Red Fire, by Cassandre Dayne

Red Fire: Surrender by Cassandre Dayne

Book 1 in The Fire Trilogy

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Summary:

Jax Steele was a haunted man. A Detective by trade, damning visions of a wretched event had taken not only his soul but also the family he loved dearly. Living a shadowed life, he accepted every wretched case given with a vengeance, determined to right the wrongs of his horrible past. When young men began showing up slaughtered like animals, the nightmares began all over again, pulling him into his own private hell.

All clues led to an elusive erotic artist of Russian decent who enjoyed the dark arts of BDSM and Jax believed he’d found his killer, yet intense hungers buried deep within were awakened and he wanted nothing more than to become Aleks’ student.

Aleksandr Vasiliev carried dark secrets of his own. A monster to some, the vampire had forsaken his past and the family regime in search of a new life away from murdering humans. Unfortunately, his previous subjects turned up gutted and he was the only suspect.

As Jax and Aleks forged a bond to try and find the murderer, each suspected something that neither could control. As the power of domination and control swirled around their relationship, Jax was forced to face not only his ugly past but also hungers that burned deep in his soul.

Betrayed, Aleks was determined to save Jax, his true mate but powerful vampires from his past threatened not only his lover but, the entire human race. In a race against time, few would survive.

Excerpt

Growling, he placed his hands around her buttocks and jerked her body to his dick, pressing his throbbing shaft into her belly, shifting his hips back and forth. “Hmmm… You’ve teased me too long girl.” He kissed her savagely, forcing his tongue past her lips for a shameless moment ravaging her mouth as his hands kneaded her ass with rough touches.

Her fingers entwined in his shaggy midnight locks, drawing them closer and forcing her sandals off to cascade to the floor. Amanda whimpered and ground her hips into his throbbing erection as her fingers danced down the heat of his neck.

As hungry as he had ever been, Jax dragged her body toward the outer wall, kicking his shoes off in the process. He pushed her against the counter roughly and allowed her feet to touch the floor. Fumbling, he found the button and zipper and his actions become that of a wild beast as he jerked her skirt down past her hips.

“Jax!”

He pushed the skirt to the floor and lifted her lithe body, kicking the material to the side. “What? Don’t you want me?”

“God yes!” Her hands jerked at his drawstring and freed his pulsing cock.

Grunting, he gripped the tiny slip of elastic that held her lacy purple thong and wrangled the saucy material down and off, the slight sound of the gauzy material ripping at his imploring touch sent shivers racing down his spine. He stared down at her glorious naked body and licked his lips, ready to consume every drop of her luscious cream.

One hand wrapped around his cock while the other cupped his balls, squeezing until he moaned. “Oh God, Jax…fuck me.”

Jax closed his eyes, relishing in the way her hands gripped and caressed, her nails scraping down the length of his shaft. Panting, his blood sizzled, searing every nerve ending as he heard the thumping of her heart beating in her chest and he could barely contain his manic actions. “Ummm...baby, you keep doing that and I just might impale you right here.”

Amanda giggled and began pulsing his cock up and down, sliding her hand from tip to base as her other hand traced circles around his swollen balls, first one and then the other, taking her time to enjoy the feel of him. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed kisses into the heat of his neck, darting her tongue to taste his flesh.

   Unable to hold back his desperate need any longer, he picked her up and sat her down on the counter, pushing her back against the tile wall and pressing her legs apart. Cupping her buttocks, he inched her forward until her ass was directly at the edge. “First baby, I taste your hot little pussy.” Grinning, he lowered his head and darted several short licks across the edge of her rosy clit.

“Ohohohoh….” Amanda laughed and wrapped her fingers around his shaggy locks, drawing his face in closer. “Sweet Jesus.”

He glided his tongue up and down her sizzling heat tasting the sweet ambrosia of her cream as she moaned, writhing with every lick. “You taste so damn good like fresh honey.”

Amanda tilted her head and closed her eyes. “God baby, lick me.”

Her wish was his command and his pleasure. Burying his face into her slick pussy, Jax licked in a manic state, sucking her clit between his teeth, biting down until she whimpered. Using his fingers, he danced in and out of her pussy as her muscles clenched around him, shivering at his invasion. He drove into her as deep as her body would allow as he continued his near assault on her pussy, licking her with frenetic motions, up and down from top to bottom. Her taste was nothing like he had ever experienced before, succulent and sweet.

Amanda moaned and opened her legs further apart, allowing him complete access. Panting, she struggled as she opened and closed her eyes. “Jax…I’m…oh shit, I can’t hold…it!” Raking her nails across his neck, her body jerked and pitched as her legs shook and closed around his head.

Jax thrust his tongue and finger inside in long driving motions, in and out as she milked and shimmied. “Cum baby, cum for me.” His motions almost frantic, he jerked her forward as the first wave of her climax rushed through her system thrashing her body up from the cold slice of the counter.

“Aaaahhhhhh…oooohhhhh…” Her head tossing from side to side, she grabbed and clawed struggling as he continued thrusting in and out. “Oh Jax…I…oh…shit!” Another wave stole her ragged whisper until the scream became a silent calling, an urgent begging.

He lapped her flowing juice, opening her slick folds to suckle every last drop. He held her quivering body until she stopped pulsing, nipping the tender flesh of her clit. Slowly, he raised his head and stared into her glassy eyes, rich with lust and ripe with continued need, matching his own almost brutal need to impale her. He shuddered realizing at that moment he was more beast than man.

Amanda’s eyes fluttered open and closed and finally open to stare into his as she continued panting, yet she reached for him. “Jax, fuck me.”

Jax sighed and raised his head, staring down at her, his vision clouded by the almost insanity of his crazed lust. Tipping his head, he lifted her hips and placed the tip of his blood-engorged cock just to her entrance. “I don’t think I can be gentle here, baby. I’m too fucking desperate to have you, to be inside.”

Amanda grabbed his arms as her eyes became smoky pools. “Don’t be.”

Elemental Earth, Kinsey Knight CONTEST

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Title: Elemental Earth

Legal Name: Melissa King

Pen-Name: Kinsey Knight

Genre: Fantasy Young Adult

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Tag-Line: The woman of tomorrow is forged by the girl of today

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Summary:

My name is Trinity Liathain, typical human teenager to many. But reality is I’m a young fae, split between two very different worlds. Just as I find a guy who I can be myself with, my little corner of Blue Cove erupts in drama I’m not prepared for. The gauntlet to a war that shouldn’t be mine is at my door, bringing creatures that terrify and mesmerize me. I’m visited by ancient forces who for some reason, think I’m the answer to another dimension’s problems. They grant me tremendous power to protect myself. From what, you ask? If my short journey through life has taught me anything, it’s that the people closest to you, make the worst enemies.

Excerpt: 

“Trinity, wait up!”

            I rolled my eyes and soared faster down the coastal highway that ran the outer limits of Blue Cove, a seaside town filled with hidden magick and creatures of fairytales.

My mountain bike loved hills, or maybe that’s just me.

The wind in my hair, scents of saltwater and spring in the breeze infused me with feeling nothing else compared to. I tossed my long mane of fine, silvery blonde strands flowing in streamers behind me. I grinned over my shoulder. “Come on, Deebra, you can’t tell me this isn’t exhilarating.”

            Deebra’s fingers hovered over the handbrake, ready to screech to a halt at the slightest hint of danger. “And what about after school, dragging these stupid bikes back up? Bet you won’t think the same then.”

            “Worry about that at three o’clock!” To freak her out, I lifted my feet from the pedals, legs poised at forty-five degree angles. Her wordless screech was lost among the roar of a farming truck passing the opposite way. The atmosphere filled with bits of freshly cut hay, zinging around our heads like the wee fae who populate our horse ranch. “The moment is here, to make the most of the now. Won’t come again.”

            “Thank the Goddess for small favors,” she grumbled.

            “One day soon, I’ll succeed in giving your sense of adventure a serious remodeling.”

            The Cobalt High School loomed before us, an educational white sentinel, highlighted by cerulean trim and endless hedging. Beyond the building, the ocean sparkled, a blanket of glittering sapphires and diamonds. I bypassed the ramp, jumping my front tire over the curb. My feet planted on the cement, screeching to a halt.

            I swung off the bike, a spring to my step. Today was the day I’d take the plunge. Good or bad.

Slipping my bike into the rack, I looped my lock around the spokes, and spun the dial.

Deebra was nowhere in sight. I frowned to find myself alone. Slow poke.

The air chilled, despite the warm day. I vigorously rubbed my arms. I visually panned the street, gaze freezing on a figure standing beneath a group of cedars.

My heart skipped a beat. His face triggered a barely formed memory, as if from a dream—or nightmare. The shade congregated around him, pressing against the hem of his billowing cape.  I gawked at the strange clothes for spring. He shifted, revealing a broad chest covered in silver chainmail that glinted green fire. Fae metal? The length of his raven hair rivaled mine, the widow’s peak stark against his alabaster skin. Delicately pointed ears peeked down from the fall of his strands, the harsh slash of bangs cutting across his glowing, scarlet triple irises. Primal power crawled across the street toward me, the full shimmer marking him Dorchaign, a fae of the dark.

As if my brain split open, I massaged my temple. I remembered him. 

            “You’ve been following me,” I whispered.   

He nodded. Winter wind cascaded over me. I shivered. “I’m coming for you, Trinity Liathain. Very soon.”

I was caught in the snare of a spider’s web, unable to look away.

            Deebra rolled up beside me, gasping for breath. “You could wait for me, you know!” Her shrill words broke the spell. I stared across the street at the empty trees, trying to remember what had drawn my interest. “What you looking at?”

            “Ahh. That’s a good question.” Why had I felt terrified? I tipped my head back, watching the powder blue sky dotted with dollops of creamy clouds. “Just daydreaming, I guess.”

            Deebra chuckled nervously. “Girl, you’re going to break your neck one of these days. I swear your tires didn’t touch ground the whole way down.” She continued in a lower voice. “I felt your power.”

            I tossed her an impervious glance. “Impossible. Mom keeps telling me I don’t have much of any sort of power, short of the ability to use glamour I have nothing considered useful.”

            “Yeah, well, it’s been happening more and more. You don’t notice the little things, but I do. I don’t care what she says. You’re changing fast, dude,” she murmured. “Ever since she forced you into those magick lessons of hers. And you have to stop whatever it is you’re doing, especially if you can’t get any control over yourself.”

            “I think you’re overreacting,” I replied quickly. “Mom is on me every day now to practice with her, tapping into this mythical greatness she believes lives inside of me. If I had anything, she’d know.” I paused. “I don’t get it, you know. She forbade us to use our magick at all, until we hit eighteen, unlike every fae we know. Why the abrupt change of heart?”

            “Couldn’t tell you; she has no interest in teaching me anything. When she does let me sit in on the lessons, I can’t say a word, or disrupt your concentration.” Deebra shouldered her backpack with a grimace. I felt her pain. Our teachers demanded we carried a course load to and from home every day. Even for the fae with super strength, the burden became a little much. The humans had it rough. She cleared her throat. “Have you noticed Caron’s mood swings are getting way harsher?”

            “Yeah. Dad started sleeping in the spare bedroom,” I muttered. Talking about the problems at home, even with Deebra—my very best friend—was disheartening. Wasn’t it enough that she lived with me, seeing day in and day out that our family life fell apart? Did she have to bring it up when I finally escaped? Thank the Goddess, our conversation was interrupted by a monstrous roar of an engine. One so finely tuned, so beautiful, it compared to the owner. The motorcycle turned into the parking lot, driver enclosed in leather and a full helmet.

            Some said the owner of the motorcycle adhered to the bad boy mold to a capital T. I knew better. He turned into the empty parking spot closest to the bike rack. He slid the backpack from his shoulder, opened the zipper, and dug through the contents, while my heart skipped several beats.

            Not because he was gorgeous. Because he was.

            Today’s the day. The time I finally got a hold of myself, and stopped second guessing. Win or lose. To make the move, shifting my long standing friendship with my crush, into something else entirely.

            Adrian O’Fearain: Goblin, daredevil, and general badass. Leagues above other guys, yet still approachable enough I could talk to him about anything. Our friendship went back to grade eight, when we shared half our classes. I crushed on him so hard, it was embarrassing. When he needed help in English—a subject I adored—I leapt at the chance. He’d showed up after school in black clothes and chains—an exercise in annoying his dad, a favored past time of his—radiating a lethal edge of a mankind’s nightmares that didn’t scare me in the slightest.

I was half Lochrann Pixie, which most people focused on, forgetting that my other half was much scarier. My dad was a Yaksha: an unpredictable, territorial Dorchaign fae, who guarded what was theirs to their last breath, by any means necessary.   

            Deebra brightened. “I think you’re actually drooling. But, he’s a Goblin. Maybe he likes slobbery girls. Makes them shiny toys. Guess, you’ll find out when you finally ask him out.”

            “Shut up. Up until recently, he had a girlfriend,” I huffed. “Threw a wrench in the whole admitting my unrequited crush thing.”

            “But, now he’s single. You better ask him quick. I overheard that horror doll creature, Fiona in the bathroom the other day, babbling about how she’s going to snatch him up,” she chirped. I scowled. “You might end up staying in the friend zone until the Earth flies into the sun.”

            My courage meter drained. “What if he just wants to stay friends?”

            She waved me off. “Girl, please, just please. The way he looks at you since he ditched the Goblin chick…just damn. If that walking, talking pin-up graced me with the attention he shows you, I’d totally jump onto his bike, and ride off into the sunset.”

             I grimaced. “Yeah, right.”

            Adrian pulled off his glossy helmet, tucking it under his arm. His mismatched gaze—one blue eye, one green—met mine and sparkled. The metal skulls on his biker boots shined as he dismounted. He shook out his shoulder length blonde hair.

            He smiled. He was so hot, I fumbled. I swore to the Great Goddess, my tongue swelled, and my throat closed. Sue me; I was a sappy girl sometimes.

            “Why did they break up anyway? They were pretty tight for like a zillion years,” Deebra mused.

I breathed through my nose, out my mouth to calm my jangling nerves. Giving us his profile, he bent over the bike—did I mention gym is one of the classes we’ve shared? And we’d gone swimming at the lake by my house more times than I can count. Oh yeah, I’d seen enough for any sixteen year old girl’s imagination to handle. As he sauntered onto the sidewalk, his body rolled, the perfect grace of a predator. Leagues past any human. Something about being a Red Cap made him bigger, stronger, just more.

You can do this. Just a few little words. You can even blurt them out.

            My heart slammed against my ribs so loud, I was positive everyone heard the erratic beat.

His grin was borderline feral. “Life’s too short to deal with some people’s drama, Deebra. Leave it at that.”

The backs of her ears reddened. She stared at her feet.

“Hello, Trinity.”

Goddess, he had a deep voice.

I smiled. “Hey.”

He towered over me, leaning down to my ear. His hot breath tickled my cheek. “By the way, I love your perfume. Pineapple, coconut?”

“Yes,” I said softly.

            “Excellent choice. Not overpowering like so many girls like to bath themselves in. But, I already know you have great taste.”

My heart hammered a new level of erratic insanity. “Yeah, thanks.”

            Adrian plucked a hair from my white spaghetti strap, fingers caressing me, allowing let the strand float away on the breeze. He started to say something when the bell rang. Regret flashed on his face. “I’ll see you in Computer Science?”

            Somehow, I doubted that’s what was on his mind.

            “Wouldn’t miss it.” 

Cursed Awakening, Nikki Noffsinger

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Summary:
Ivy Morgan has re-invented herself and is looking forward to the future for the first time, in a very long time. Since fleeing for her life from an overzealous religious cult, she is able to be a modern woman that is gaining her independence; so taking up with a sexy stranger named Nyx is the last thing she needs. Or, is it?

Nyx Wahpeton can’t stop thinking about the young woman he’s met. It couldn’t have come at the worse possible time with the clans meeting and his family wrapped up in a centuries old war that’s nothing short of what horror movies are made from. He’s been a protector of his people and those that reside at the Reservation. There’s betrayal and evil at his front door; but, in his heart he knows Ivy is the one for him. She’s surrounded by secrets that he’s vowed to unlock, as well as her heart. However, can he keep her safe from his own secrets?