Flying Through Fire
Dark Desires, #6
Nina Croft
Publication Date: November 7, 2016
Genres: Entangled: Otherworld, Paranormal Romance
Winged monsters have been seen in the skies, and a pestilence follows in their wake, threatening the very survival of mankind. Only the crew of the Blood Hunter knows where they come from, and only one man has the power to send them back—Thorne, a human/dragon hybrid in possession of mental powers beyond comprehension.Candace Decker doesn’t need anyone to look after her—she’s a badass werewolf more than capable of protecting herself and those she loves. All the same, she’s always been drawn to Thorne’s strength. In an uncertain world, he’s the one man who makes her feel safe. And what Candy wants, she usually gets.
But while Candy is tenacious, Thorne’s willpower has been honed over ten thousand years. He might want her, but the last thing he needs is an infatuation with a young, impetuous werewolf. Candy makes him lose control, and that could have disastrous consequences.
As the threat escalates and they become separated by time and space, Candy must find a way back to him, because while Thorne alone has the power to defeat the dragons, only together can they finally bring peace to the universe.
Lust.
“You owe me a kiss,” she said, and the lust was gone in a flash,
replaced by…panic?
Without giving herself time to back down—or Thorne the chance to
run away— she rested her hand flat against his chest so his heartbeat thudded
beneath her palm.
A step closer and they were almost touching along the lengths of
their bodies. A shiver of anticipation ran through her, tingling across her
skin, settling in her belly. She swallowed, and her eyes flicked around the
room. She’d almost forgotten the other people present. Now she caught Rico’s
gaze, and he lifted one eyebrow, his mouth curling into an amused smile.
Tannis stood beside him, her boot tapping on the floor.
They probably thought she wouldn’t do this. Or Thorne would stop
her. But Thorne was standing completely still, not even a tremor to his wing
tips, as though he was keeping everything screwed down really tight.
And she was going to do this.
She took a deep breath, ran her hand up across his chest, over his
shoulder, and around the back of his neck, digging her fingers into his short,
silky hair. For a second he remained completely stiff, and then something
seemed to snap inside him. His arms, which had been hanging by his side,
wrapped around her. One slid up her back to burrow in her long hair. He gripped
it tight and tugged her head back.
As she caught a last glimpse of his eyes, a brief flash of fear
flickered through her mind. Power whirled in their depths. How had she ever had
the nerve to bait this man?
But then his mouth was on hers and all rational thought was shoved
from her mind.
He wasn’t gentle.
And she’d always expected him to be gentle, but this was a harsh,
fierce kiss, as though he couldn’t help himself, and she loved it. Her mouth
opened beneath his and his tongue thrust inside. He tasted of spice, hot and
sweet, as he stroked her tongue. She held him to her and pushed her own tongue
into his mouth, along the rough edge of his teeth, the roof of his mouth.
The world was spiraling out of control.
Literally.
Something loud and bright flashed close by and her eyes opened.
Thorne stopped moving. She tried to urge him on. She wanted more.
If this was the only kiss she got—
Another flash and she shook her head and glanced to the side.
Tannis stood, legs braced apart, laser pistol raised to the ceiling. And the
ship was spinning.
Thorne pushed her gently away, and she didn’t hold him. What was
going on? She stepped back and watched as his eyes closed and he visibly
regained control. And the world stopped whirling.
He opened his eyes and they were back to normal, his
expression once again blank.
“Well, that was interesting,” Tannis said. “Maybe we’d better lock
her back in the brig while you’re onboard.”
Thorne blinked, shook his head. “That won’t be necessary.”
“Really? That was just a kiss. What happens if she actually gets
inside your pants? I’m guessing we might all spontaneously combust. And that’s
not happening under my command.”
Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of 9-5 work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain.
Nina’s writing mixes romance with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.
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