· An exiled princess, a forbidding lord and a bond that ties them together
When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. Pity they didn’t care to bless us with anything else.
Mira had hoped she might find happiness in the arms of the Ice Lord. She was wrong. Political forces have driven them apart and the consequences are devastating for the fated mates. Despite all the past hurt and misunderstandings her fever for the infuriating man has not been extinguished, no matter how much she wished it.
Zorren never feared the cold until he’d tasted Mira’s warmth and passion. Mira is his and he is determined to claim her and restore her to her rightful place beside him: on the throne, in his life and in his bed. Now if only the little firebrand would cease her fruitless attempts to drive him away.
With rumblings in the South and conspiracy in the Iceari Court, Mira and Zorren need to present a united front more than ever. Are they brave enough to seize their second chance? Can they rebuild their trust and allow their love to blossom. Or will it be strangled by resentment and stubborn pride?
Publisher’s Note: This fantasy romance contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual scenes set in an apocalyptic world.
At that moment with fury driving me out of my skin and eating me alive. Storming over to a tree I punched the trunk. The skin scraped off my knuckles and pain lanced through my hand. Better. It was as if I could reflect the pain somehow on the outside it would stop tearing me apart. I raised my hand to do it again only for it to be covered by a much larger one, halting me. “That’s enough, Hellcat,” Zorren murmured, the heat of his body beating on my back.
“Leave me alone,” I snarled under my breath biting the hand that offered comfort and focused on the pattern of the bark in front of me. Zorren inched forward and I found myself neatly trapped between the tree and his large body. Strong arms caging me in on either side.
“Mira, we don’t have time for this you need to control your emotions.” Warm breath sternly chastised my ear. “Or I will do it for you.”
I needed to heed him, I wanted to, instead I bared my teeth. “You and what army?” Yes, I was that stupid. Zorren pressed forward, his body covering me from head to toe and I had no room left to squirm.
“I don’t need an army just a strong arm, but we are currently open to attack while you act like a fool.” His hard, blunt words cut through. Exhaling, I forced my body to go slack.
“You’re right,” I admitted. “I’m sorry.”
Zorren dropped a kiss on me to show there were no hard feelings. “Good girl.”
When I realised that the world was not hiring for a ‘sarcastic but benign Supreme Ruler of the Universe’ I’ve decided to focus on my passion. By day I work in a UK company’s finance department and by night I become my alter ego Scribble Girl or as my good friends have affectionately dubbed me the 'sex author'. Always armed with a notepad and pen in the black hole I call a handbag, I have been writing never ending stories since the age of 11 and this all stemmed from my love of reading.
I love reading. Period!
I’m part of the Harry Potter generation and while waiting between books would literally devour any book I could get my hands on. Let’s put it this way J.K Rowling has a lot to answer for. I adore that there is no end in sight to where your own imagination can take you and that between the pages of a book you are transported to another world.
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