Excerpt: After the Fire


Liquid Silver Books
ISBN 978-1-59578-486-5
$5.95

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Shar Brenna is a hard-working woman, a respected member of her witch Kin clan. At least until she’s held under suspicion of arson by the local police for the demise of Mystic, a Kin hotspot for the witch clans in Granier Falls.

As clues bring dangers bearing down on her and more of her friends begin to look as though they are in jeopardy too, she must find out who was behind the fire and then face the hunters who are determined to capture a witch.

Fleeing has never been her style when fighting back is so much more satisfying.

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A spicy read filled with heat and passion.
~
Lauren Murphy, author

Excerpt: (erotic)

Leaning in, he found the corner of her mouth, discovered soft warm skin under his
tongue when he touched her lips. She trembled and the sensation seared his lips. Damn it.
She was taken! With a slow fog of need clouding his mind, that fact seemed to have less
and less importance.
Yellow lace hugged her breasts beneath a sleek leather half vest, the pale flash of
skin slipping beneath it when she moved. Deep gasping breaths made the material of both
jump. He bit his tongue when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Heat gathered and
spread like wildfire all over.
Her jeans clung like a second skin from her hips to her thighs. Casting a quick
glance, he spotted the same black boots she’d worn with the leather he couldn’t erase
from his memory.
He tossed a mental command. A click sounded behind him.
“What was that?” she said, breathless and surprised. Her eyes shot open, staring up
into his.
“The lock.” No sense in lying. He had to get her out of his system, or he’d never
sleep a sound night again. He was already in over his head. No point in trying to stop.
“Trajan?”
“Shut up, Shar,” he breathed just before he swept in and plundered her mouth. She
moaned, a low growling sound that enflamed him.
Don’t do this, he cautioned himself. She’s engaged. Anger at his lack of control
made him kiss her like his life depended on it, dominating her, rough and thorough. He
couldn’t keep doing this. The voice of reason tried one more time, weak and defeated. He
pushed it away with a quick snarl when it dared to speak at all. Her response to his kiss
was electric. She lifted her arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer, just as hungry for
his raging desire.
He dropped his hands into her hair, thrusting into her mouth, hearing her whimpers
grow. He shifted, bringing her flush against him, pinning her against the cabinet side. She
gasped when he ground his erection into her.
Plump breasts cushioned him and he dropped a hand cupping one in his palm. Her
shape filled his palm and he flexed his fingers around her, forming to her luscious
softness. She shuddered, a hot, panted moan rifling between them at the contact. He
caressed the hard peak with his thumb and she went liquid beneath him. “You’re so
sensitive,” he murmured against her lips.
She managed a half nod, lost in oblivion. He loved when a woman was sensitive to
his caresses. He released her enough to push the vest off her shoulders and lift her lace
chemise. Two peaked breasts appeared before him. He tore her top over her head,
uncaring of anything but the bounty he was about to feast on.
“Trajan?” she moaned, a sound of lust and confusion. The husky sound sent lava to
his groin.
He didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t know what he was doing either.
He did know what he wanted though. He bent and found one hard tip with his mouth.
She swallowed a shriek. Swirling his tongue around the flush nipple, he ran his hand
down her ribs, caressing her stomach. She quivered beneath the light strokes, holding him
tight.
She whimpered his name full of pleading desire and he froze, his fingers on the snap
to her jeans. He’d undone them, well on his way to making love to her, or at the very
least, finding some sort of relief. Deep breathing filled the office space, both of them
caught up in the moment.

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