Who likes Halloween and wicked things?
Especially the sexy, wicked things 😉
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I admit, I had a blast writing about a sexy dragoness and a fireman. I mean really, that’s like mixing fire and water 😉
Two people, falling in love.
Sweaty, animalistic sexual tension.
Calla turned the corner. The wall of the bar was longer than she’d have thought, stretching out to meet a wide shed. To her right, trees spread out beneath the moonlight. She stared into the darkness, letting her eyes change, her vision expand, searching for movement. But the sulfur quickly dissipated. Eric had fled. Again. Her body shook with memories of what he’d done. Of all she wanted to do to him in payment.
“Hey. What was that all about?” Scott asked, catching up to her.
“Shh,” she hissed.
Scott glanced out at the trees even though his sight must be next to useless. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to see even for her.
Shifting her eyes back to human, Calla turned to Scott. He stood like a warrior ready for battle. Trying to play it off, she said, “Sorry. I thought I knew that guy. But he’s gone now.”
“Uh huh.” Suspicion colored his voice. She ignored it.
“Now look, this is my town, my people to protect. You know something and you damn well better share,” he growled.
Calla glanced back at the trees, hoping for something, anything. The smallest sign of the Other.
Scott grabbed her arm and spun her around, backing her to the wooden wall of the bar. A beam of moonlight shone down on his grip.
The feel of his skin on hers sent magic and heat rushing through her body. His palm burned with fire, his fingers sending hot pulses up her arm and deep inside.
Destiny. It had caught up to her.
Who can argue with destiny? Who can turn down a sexy fireman?
Not my dragon shifter, that’s for sure, LOL.
So, you tell me, Why do you love erotic romance?
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