Fevered Longings is the third and final book in the Bride of Fire series.
About the Book:
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?
I still felt terrible. The guilt crawled in me like a nest of insects. I didn’t look up when the door opened, too absorbed with wallowing in my misery or when the bed dipped with Zorren’s weight. One large hand glided between my taut shoulder blades. “M-ir-a,” he murmured in my ear. “Come out, you can’t hide from me.” I shook my head and smooshed my face closer into the covers. He sighed and his hand cracked down upon my bottom. Yowling like a scalded cat, my head shot up and I glared at his smile. “There are those beautiful eyes.”
“What was that for?” I snapped, vigorously rubbing the injured spot.
“I want to see your face when we are speaking not the back of your head.” His hand snuck under the fanciful net, fingers weaving through my thick hair to control my head. When I tried to turn away Zorren kept me anchored with the slightest tug. A clear message that he would not give me leave to hide from him. “Tell me what is wrong, Hellcat.” He coaxed, his soft voice curling around me as did the heat of his body. Sniffling, I hiccupped out, “You are facing challenges because of me.”
He put his face right up next to mine, nose to nose. “I want you to listen very carefully, little mate, your conduct was commendable and your actions speak louder than words ever could.”
About the Author:
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.