About Phoenix Rising:
A dangerous man with piercing green eyes.
A powerful ability that is rearing out of control.
Daughtry stumbles into a world where magic is real and the possibilities for her future are greater than she’s ever believed possible.
But the road to that future isn’t easy to navigate.
As she engages in a wrenching game of give and take with Cody, the man who’s gripped her heart in his sexy-as-hell fist from the moment she’s met him, Daughtry must decide whether she’s willing to risk it all — heart, mind, and magic — to take a chance on the man she loves.
"Dammit. I need—"
Cody rolled to his back, pulling her with him. She ended up sprawled across him, the ceiling pressing along her back so that she was plastered against the wide expanse of his chest. His muscles were hard against her breasts, but she didn't mind in the least.
Daughtry couldn't get enough of him. She pressed her nose to his neck and inhaled his wholly masculine scent. It was addictive. She wanted to linger, to rub against his body until the smell of him was embedded into her pores.
But Cody wasn't patient. He grabbed her face, stealing her lips.
Finally she broke away, gasping for air. She pressed a row of careful kisses all along his scar, as if her mouth might somehow erase the reminder of the grievous injury.
He shivered and pulled her face back up. She squirmed, wanting — aching — to get closer and came in contact with—
She couldn't stop herself from rubbing against the hard length of him, making them both groan in pleasure.
A distant part of her mind screamed at her to slow down, that sex was bad for her. But the bigger part soaked in Cody, absorbing the whirlwind of arousal she'd never felt before.
Was this what it could be like?
His hands went to her hips, and he started to move her, as if to flip her onto her back. She gave a little cry of pain when her hair snagged on a root in the wall.
"No," she said when he began to push her away, attempting to slide out from beneath her. They'd started this—
"Why is this damned hole so small?" she asked as she reached up to claw at her hair until it came loose then finished rolling to her back. Her every nerve was on fire for him. There was no stopping.
"It's only made for one person. Just enough room to lie down and sit up." Cody's voice was husky, his words quiet. His heavy weight pressed her down into the earthen floor, making it hard for her to concentrate. "There was nowhere else."
"It's fine," she said. And it was. The sensation of the entire bulk of his body holding her in place was heady.
Forget claustrophobia. If this were what she could expect being trapped with him, she would sign up every time.
About the Author: When she's not writing best-selling dark and sexy paranormal romances, Elise is often found on the ice rink where she and her husband hold regular hockey date nights. She is the mom to two exuberant boys and addicted to Dancing With the Stars. The beaches, mountains and redwood forests of Northern California serve as inspiration for her books.
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