Today the spotlight is on Fire’s Kiss by Brittany Pate.
Embyr tends her tavern while keeping her dangerous parentage a secret, until she’s attacked by a hellhound and saved by one of the most feared men in history.
For the last eight hundred years, Ryder McLennon, the infamous leader of Death’s Horsemen, has used his army to hunt the vampire who killed his wife. He’s earned a reputation as a murderous madman. But in Embyr, he discovers something that could turn the tide of battle in his favor. Her control over fire can reduce an enemy to ash and her flippant disregard of him heats his blood in ways no one else ever has. She’s beautiful, powerful and completely different from her violence-loving brethren.
Embyr finds herself thrust into a war she wants no part of, targeted by a vicious vampire because of her cooperation with Ryder. As she learns to wield her demonic powers without letting the madness of her race overcome her, she also has to fight her attraction to a killer bent on her seduction.
Embyr woke with a start.
With only the fire burning for light, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. She knew at once she wasn’t in her bed, not the one at home or in the tavern. This room was far too large and too sparsely furnished. In addition to the bed and the massive stone hearth across from it, a table sat in the middle of the room with a single wooden chair pushed under it.
The bed had to be the largest she’d ever seen. Embyr stretched, the blanket sliding across her skin, soft and heavy. She rolled onto her side, feeling the blanket slide over her hip and shoulder.
Sweet Creator, she was naked!
A chair creaked next to her and Embyr burrowed deeper under the covers, pulling them up to her chin. Cheeks flaming, she peeked over the top of the blanket, studying the figure sitting next to the bed.
“Where am I?”
“You are in my home.”
“Oh.” She paused, trying to remember what happened after Ryder caught her. “Why am I naked?”
His deep chuckle rumbled down her back. “Because I like you better that way.”
She sucked in a breath at his blatant words and shifted to throw one of the many pillows at him. He caught it full in the chest and laughed again.
“Before you think I took advantage of you, let me explain,” he said. “You were badly injured. I brought you here to dig the wood out of your shoulder so you would heal.”
At least he had a reasonable explanation. Her power to heal was beyond compare, except if something remained in the wound. The body refused to heal around foreign objects buried in the flesh. A thought occurred to her and she blanched.
“You… You did this?” she asked, mortified at the thought of him seeing her naked.
“My healer did.” In the flickering light, she could see a smirk on his lips. “She did the work and I did not look. When I finally see your body, I want you to feel my eyes on you.”
He said it like a promise. She shivered. “I don’t want to seem ungrateful, but could we finish this conversation after I’m dressed?”
He rose from the chair, towering over the bed. Her breath grew shallow.
“What are you afraid of? I could show you a world of pleasure.”
That was exactly what she was afraid of. “No, thank you. Now where are my clothes?”
“Saucy thing, aren’t you?” He pointed to a chest at the foot of the bed she hadn’t seen earlier. “Your clothes were ruined. There are new clothes in the chest. All things I think you will look very fetching in.”
“Ryder,” she said slowly, a warning in her tone. “If those clothes don’t properly cover me, I will find a way to hurt you.”
“Will you be naked when you do it?” The smirk bled into his voice. She lobbed another pillow at his head, but it hit the door as he quickly stepped out.
About the author: Brittany Pate lives in Texas with her husband and son. She is a longtime lover of all things fantasy and romance. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys narrating audiobooks and drinking entirely too much coffee. Website: http://brittanympate.wixsite.com/brittanympate