Today I’m spotlighting a Paranormal Romance by Tiffany Allee: Temptation by Fire. And it’s on SALE for just 99CENTS from June 16 to the 20th!
When Ava has a vision of a man’s violent death, experience tells her she can’t stop it from happening. For once, she’s wrong. She saves him, but in doing so enters a world of manipulative demons and the men who hunt them.
Driven by the memory of his murdered family, Karson toils in the violent, thankless fight against demonkind. Masquerading as humans, demons are always a step ahead. But just when he thinks vengeance will be his, Ava shatters his plans and twists his focus.
Her powers have pushed her away from human contact, but this tattooed hunter with a battered heart draws Ava in. Working with the pretty little psychic is a challenge Karson can handle. But keeping his hands off of her is nearly impossible. With demons on their trail and Ava determined to make things right, keeping his heart safe will be just as tough as keeping Ava alive.
“I trust you to keep me safe,” I said. Might not be smart, but it was true.
Something in the air between us seemed to snap, a flash of emotion that was almost palpable. I met Karson’s gaze and licked my suddenly dry lips. He watched the motion, and then I was in his arms.
I didn’t even have time to flinch.
His body was hard against mine—solid and strong. But his lips were gentle, testing.
After a moment’s hesitation, I melted into him. When my visions did hit, they hit the second that skin-to-skin contact was made. Apparently, Karson was safe to touch. For now.
And I was determined to enjoy it while it lasted.
I slipped my arms around his neck, and he cradled me against him. With a soft caress, he moved one of his hands up against my neck. The skin of his palms was rough against my sensitive skin. The kiss changed. Deepened.
Need curled in my belly, sharp and almost painful. And the spicy smell of him curled around me, filling my throat and lungs. God, he smelled good.
His tongue slipped between my lips, and he tasted like coffee, only better. I hated coffee, but I liked the bitter sharpness on his mouth.
A small moan escaped me, and he pulled me closer. Every inch of me was swollen, achy. I wanted him to touch me. Needed to get closer.
“Fuck, Ava,” he murmured against my mouth. He moved his hand up from my neck to cradle my face. I could feel his erection, hard against my stomach, and his body seemed to struggle to get closer to mine. I wanted to crawl onto him. Get as close as I could. I’d never wanted anything so badly as I wanted to get closer to him.
His hands slipped down, sliding over my butt. Then his fingers dug into my flesh when he pulled me close. As close as we could get with clothing still between us.
Not close enough.
In the back of my mind, warnings were going off. This was a bad idea for so many reasons. Karson hunted demons—no matter how he softened around me during rare moments, he was still the hardest man I’d ever met. He was obviously experienced, in more things than hunting. His life was dangerous.
He was ridiculously out of my league.
And what if I did get a vision from him? Sure, I might be safe for the moment, but later… Who knew? A vision from a demon hunter was practically guaranteed to be bloody and horrible.
But with him so close—his scent swirling around me, his strong body cradling mine—the warnings faded. Ignored.
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