Fires Within
Writing as
Roxana Blaze
A Ménage
Paranormal Historical
Now available from
Red Sage
Publishing!
Greek princess Katja McNeal burns for her pirate husband,
Rafe, and though they sleep side by side, night after sultry night, they're
worlds apart. Legend has it the fountain in their Caribbean island village is
magical, and to realize dreams, one need only toss a coin into the pool and
whisper a wish to the stone god, Warlun, who oversees the fountain. But after
wishing for her husband to find her desirous once again, what Katja doesn't
realize is, Rafe has also made a wish to Warlun. Yet Rafe's secret is so
shocking, so deliciously depraved, that the fires within Katja can only do one
of two things: Extinguish and tear their marriage apart, or burn so hot and
carnal, it brands them together as one.
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Red Sage Publishing!
Reader Advisory: This book contains hot scenes of m/f/m sex, as well as m/f
and m/m/f that could cause your Fires Within to explode.
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Excerpt:
It had been a foolish
wish. Katja lay abed that night staring up at the ceiling with Rafe’s body heat
enveloping her and his even breathing filling the quiet space of the room. She
supposed she could have wished for his undying love, but frankly, she had moved
beyond that long ago. Instead, she could easily initiate a steamy affair with
any number of suitors on the island, especially when Rafe embarked on one of his
long voyages. Katja could get all the "love" she wanted, but when it came right
down to it, more than anything in this world, she wanted her husband’s hands on
her.
Not a divorce.
She sighed aloud.
Nay, she yearned to see the return of that
gleam of lust in his
mysterious blue eyes. She
longed to be the object of his rabid, sexual urges, to lay spread beneath him as
he pounded into her
depths and brought her to paradise and
back.
Oh, God, if only….
Katja suppressed a strangled cry as flames suddenly ignited in
her loins.
But she ignored the sensations and instead
remembered her nervous wish that dawn at the fountain. Her eyebrows dipped and
her eyes narrowed. What had she to lose? Happiness? Love? Sexual fulfillment?
She snorted. Ha. She had none of those things, and all
of them to gain if only
the legend proved true.
And yet he slept,
peacefully curled on his side, beside her.
Who in hell cared anymore? She did not.
She just wanted a
man! Preferably her Rafe, but
she wasn’t holding her breath any longer. Mayhap it was her strong Greek
heritage making her so
very shameless in her needs?
But it made no difference anymore—nothing
else in this world mattered. She simply burned for sexual satisfaction, burned
for
him.
Always she would burn for Rafe.
It was not a vague,
easily dismissed ache, but a relentless,
smoldering blaze deep in her
womb. She couldn’t help letting her gaze glide over to fall upon him. In the dim
twilight, her hungry eyes traced his well-muscled back. She devoured the outline
of one strong arm resting atop his side, the firm buttocks just barely
discernible beneath the white linen sheet, and the wide shoulder framed against
the night sky by the window of their luxurious
master suite.
"My Rafe," she whispered in the still
room. "What has happened to us?"
She pressed her fist against her teeth,
vividly recalling the sensation of her husband’s taut muscles—made so by the
rigors of pirating—bunching beneath her fingertips. Katja could almost feel
the wicked
pleasure of scraping her nails down his smooth back as an orgasm ripped through
her center. She bit down on her hand to keep from reaching out and waking him.
Dull pain throbbed in her
knuckle.
But still the relentless need drove her.
Katja stretched her arm
out, fingers splayed, hand trembling.
It was an enormous bed fit for a king, for a wealthy ship’s captain and his wife
of three years, the mistress of his fine manor.
However, the bed had one flaw. It allowed
huge distances be
tween
them.
Always, there seemed
to be a distance.
"Unless…."
Unless her wish had
already been granted without her knowing
it? Her pulse quickened
and her clitoris swelled in anticipation. True, it was a foolish notion to
entertain, and yet—her palm hovered above his bicep—there was only one way to
find out.
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Reviews:
"Roxana Blaze is explicit
with detail as the steamy love scenes explode on the page. It keeps the reader
turning the page thinking that it can’t get hotter than this but it does. Her
attention to every detail is captivating. Although some of the phrases used do
not originate in the 1700’s, they actually make the book even more
entertaining. This is a quick read but probably not one you will forget soon.
I would recommend this book only if you are ready for a heightened sexual
experience." ~ Jenie P. for Manic Reader
4 Stars!
"Roxana Blaze weaves a short tale packed with erotic romance. The intimate
scenes in Fires Within are very descriptive. Blaze...allows readers to peek into
a male, male, female relationship." ~ Anne Boling for ReviewYourBook.com
"FIRES WITHIN
proves the old saying be careful what you wish for. A wish on a magical
fountain gets Katja more than she bargained for, but everything she wants in
this sexy short story."
~ Jennifer Bishop for RRTerotic.com
