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So... today’s the last day of January. It also happens to be my birthday, and I am celebrating by bringing out the final book of my quartet of re-releases, scheduled for Paranormal January.

Here’s a bit about Hot Spell, available today from Amazon, Smashwords, BN and many other fine ebook retailers.

If this sounds like something you’d like, leave me a comment. I’ll give away a free copy of the book, in your choice of formats, to one randomly selected commenter!

Hot Spell: Elemental Passions Book 1

The flames of passion are more than metaphor

Comfortable and at home in nature, Sylvie doesn't mind being alone in the wilderness. But she's not the only being haunting the glades and the trails.

As the city swelters in the grip of an unseasonable heat wave, Sylvie escapes to the pine-shrouded mountains to the east. A handsome stranger interrupts her plans for a midnight dip in the stream near her camp site. Hidden in the shadows, she can't help watching as he pleasures himself – or indeed, surreptitiously joining him in auto-eroticism. By the time she recovers from her climax, however, he has vanished.

Aidan finds her the next day as she sun bathes nude in a high meadow. Though his desire burns as fiercely as hers, he refuses to make love to her. The muscular, sun-bronzed fire warden is cursed with a power he fears will destroy her if they surrender to their passion. Can earthy, voluptuous Sylvie refrain from tempting him? Or will she risk being literally consumed by love?

Excerpt

“How long have you been a fire warden?” she asked, trying to distract them both.

“Eight years. Every summer since I turned eighteen.” He stared out over the valley. “I’ve stopped six forest fires, too.”

“I thought that fires were part of the natural cycle, necessary for the forest ecology,” she began. Then she registered the dry pain in his voice and understood. This was his way of making amends, of expiating his teenaged crime. Her chest ached with sympathy.

“In the winter,” she continued softly, “I’ll bet you serve as a volunteer fireman, up in some hill town.”

Aidan gave her a sharp look. “Shingle Springs,” he admitted “I was born only a dozen miles from there. It’s the closest thing I have to a home.” He glanced up at the sky. “Let’s get going. It feels like summer but the sun will disappear behind the mountains in an hour or two.”

He didn’t speak again until they reached an evergreen-fringed clearing near the peak. The fire survey station perched on metal struts three or four stories high—well above the tallest trees.

“Here we are. Home sweet home.” He led the way up the steel ladder. Sylvie’s sore thighs protested as she climbed to the top of the tower, reminding her not only of their energetic hike but also of the frantic sex that had preceded it.

Aidan threw open the door to a spacious one-room hut glassed in on all four sides. A work table stretched along one wall, littered with books, papers and electronic equipment. Two cots stood against the opposite wall. At right angles to both, Sylvie saw what seemed to be a kitchen area with a Coleman stove and a dorm-style refrigerator. There was one walled-off corner that had to be a bathroom. A table and several folding chairs occupied the center of the room.

Sylvie sank into one of the chairs, acutely aware of her aching muscles and sore feet.

“Go ahead and take your shoes off. I usually go barefoot around here.” Aidan bustled around, opening several of the windows. A balmy, forest-scented breeze freshened the previously closed-up space. Meanwhile, Sylvie unlaced and kicked off her boots, then peeled off her socks. The varnished planks of the floor felt smooth and cool under her soles. She filled her lungs with the mountain air.

“Ah! Wonderful! I guess I’m not used to that much walking.”

Aidan seated himself across the table. “You live in the city?”

“Yes, unfortunately. And I spend at least eight hours a day, five days a week in my office in front of a computer.”

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a city girl.” He leant forwards, fingers clasped together on the table, his eyes brimming with liquid gold. “You seem so at home in your skin.”

The setting sun slanted in, glinting on his spun-gold locks. For a moment it looked as though he had a halo. All Sylvie’s good intentions evaporated as a tidal wave of lust surged through her.

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Get your copy today! It’s only 99 cents, like all the other books from Paranormal January... until February 14^th.

Or leave me a comment – you could win this book!

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09RBDV6CN

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09RBDV6CN

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1129862

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-spell-lisabet-sarai/1140939301?ean=2940165765773

Kobo – coming soon

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