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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?
Excerpt:
The distinct buttery smell of pecan
instantly hit his nose. Gin stirred the hot chocolate with cinnamon sticks,
further intensifying the olfactory barrage.
“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?”
“You get spanked.”
Born with the ability to command the wind, Nicole Bonham dispenses her own brand of vigilante justice in Chicago’s worst neighborhoods. Stealth and surprise are always on her side.
Lash demon Gunnar prowls Earth and several supernatural realms to help maintain peace among the immortal species. His chance encounter with Nicole creates a hurricane of sparks between them, and he won’t rest until she is his.
They race to solve a series of supernatural attacks in the city. Nicole’s true identity brings the attention of the crazed demon behind them, even as her passion for Gunnar binds them together, body and soul.
Nicole has become the one thing Gunnar can’t live without. Yet facing their worst enemy may destroy her. Gunnar must put aside past tragedy and trust that through her ability and their bond, she has brought myth to life.
Making daggers out of raindrops is only the tip of the iceberg for Brooke Bonham. As one of four women who can control the elements, her ability to manipulate water packs a deluge of potential. Eager to learn more, she’s frustrated at the precautions she must take to avoid the wrong kind of attention on Earth.
Kai's duties as a Lash demon have kept him busy on Earth for nearly two hundred years. Fighting? He was born to do it. Females? They're drawn to him. And Earth? The perfect place for him to avoid supernatural bounty hunters.
Though the two of them mix like oil and water, Kai senses that beneath Brooke’s frosty exterior hides a vortex of simmering passion. He’s determined to thaw his ice princess.
Forced to work together in the immortal realm, they track a rogue Lash demon at the helm of a widespread kidnapping operation. All too soon, Kai’s dark past catches up to them. Time runs out as a second enemy, bent on revenge, vows to stop at nothing short of Brooke’s enslavement and Kai’s death. As they and their foes stalk each other in a demonic game of cat-and-mouse, will her evolving skills and their fledgling bond be enough to save them?
About Sharon
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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.
She loves to hear from readers! You can find her at:
Sharonkay.novels@gmail.com
Twitter: @sharonkaynovels
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