Book
Name: Touching Fire
Author:
Airicka Phoenix
Series:
Touch Saga, book 2
Publisher:
Airicka Phoenix
Release
date: June, 2013
Genre:
Young Adult Paranormal Romance.
Warnings:
Strong language and mild sexual content
Formats:
ebook & paperback
Other
Novels:
Touching
Smoke (Touch Series, book 1) ebook - www.amazon.com/Touching-Smoke-Touch-Series-ebook/dp/B008RB72NW
Touching
Smoke (Touch Series, Book 1) Paperback - http://www.lulu.com/shop/airicka-phoenix/touching-smoke/paperback/product-20538011.html
Touching
Eternity (Touch Series Beginning) ebook - http://www.amazon.com/Touching-Eternity-Touch-Series-ebook/dp/B00AQQDVTU/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1
Games of Fire (ebook) - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00BFIR2HU
Games of Fire (paperback) - http://www.lulu.com/shop/airicka-phoenix/games-of-fire/paperback/product-20734006.html
Touching
Eternity (Touch Series Beginning) Paperback - http://www.lulu.com/shop/airicka-phoenix/touching-eternity/paperback/product-20658950.html
Whispered
Beginnings: A Clever Fiction Anthology (ebook) - http://www.amazon.com/Whispered-Beginnings-Fiction-Writers-Anthology/dp/1617521221
Whispered
Beginnings: A Clever Fiction Anthology (Paperback) - www.amazon.com/Whispered-Beginnings-Fiction-Writers-Anthology/dp/1617521221
Midnight
Surrender Anthology (ebook) - http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Surrender-Paranormal-Anthology-ebook/dp/B009M9EMT0/ref=tmm_kin_title_0
Midnight
Surrender Anthology (Paperback) - www.amazon.com/Midnight-Surrender-Paranormal-Romance-Anthology/dp/1479327441
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Touching Fire Synopsis
Fallon’s on the run again, but this time, she’s not alone
and she has a direction — she’s going to meet the man whose blood runs through
her veins, the only man who can finally tell her who… what she is and why
Garrison wants her so badly. But the truth may be more than she can handle when
she falls from one world into another, one that shouldn’t exist and learns
truths about herself that she may wish she never knew.
Faced with a reality so beyond comprehension, Fallon must
accept the destiny she’s given because Garrison will stop at nothing to insure
the success of The Amalie Project, even if he must do the unthinkable and
become just like Fallon.
Touch Vengeance. Touch Malice. Touch Fire.
Airicka
Phoenix is the best-selling author of the Touch Series with short stories in
Whispered Beginnings: A Clever Fiction Anthology and Midnight Surrender
Anthology. When she's not hammering away at the keyboard, she can be found
banishing pirates or crawling through the attic looking for lost treasure with
her kids. She loves baking, gardening and reading. She also likes to travel and
take pictures of everything she comes across. When asked, Airicka describes
herself as a sarcastic basket case that has an unhealthy addiction to
chocolate, old movies and really bad jokes. She loves to laugh, make friends
and write. If she could have one wish granted, it would be to spend one day as
a fly-on-the-wall inside Stephen King's mind. If she could have two wishes
granted, she would ask for a castle dedicated entirely to her overwhelming
collection of books.
He was still waiting when I joined
him again, composed. He stood with his back against the wall, his hands lost
deep into the folds of his pockets. He was studying his shoes, his hair falling
in thick fringes over his eyes. Those blue eyes rose, crystalline pools of
electricity, and met mine, and my world stopped. My breath stopped. My heart
would have stopped if it wasn’t drumming a tempo of pure elation at the sight
of him. It ached, so desperate for the need to be closer. God, it was never
close enough. I could crawl into him, burrow into his soul and it wouldn’t be
enough.
I took a step closer, as unsteady as
a new born calf. He caught my hand, reeled me to him without ever pushing away from the wall. I was pulled into the space
between his feet, held there as he bent my arm and twisted it around my own
waist. I was pressed into him, his thighs hard against mine. I felt his heartbeat
through the fingertips he traced over the curve of my cheek.
“Stop touching me,” I gasped,
cotton-mouthed, half-crazed by the possibility that he might take me seriously.
“Why?” His breath fanned over my dry
and already parted lips.
I opened my eyes, surprised to find
them closed. “Because I won’t want you to stop.”
The band of steel around my waist
tightened until I was supported only by him, by his arm, his chest, his heat,
his scent… God, I was home! My fingers curled into the soft material of his
fresh, clean shirt. He must have changed, but it was yet another black t-shirt.
“I can’t.” His lips wrote each word
against mine in the caress of butterfly wings.
My bones liquefied. I nearly fainted.
“Why?” The single word was a mere
movement of my lips.
His free hand shackled my chin,
guided my face up, held me prisoner to eyes much too animal to be human.
“Because I don’t want to stop.”
If there was ever any possibility of
remembering to breathe, it was gone. I was barely conscious, barely even sane as
I sunk into blissful madness cured only by his lips… his touch.
“Touch me!” My desperate plea was met
with a fierce growl.
His eyes, dark, feral, bore into
mine. “Not here!”
I opened my mouth to protest, to beg,
but his finger against my lips became a barricade, trapping the words on my
tongue.
“Don’t!” he hissed. His finger drew
back, traced the curve of my bottom lip. His eyes followed the slow caress the
way a cat watches a canary. “I can’t promise I’m completely in control right
now.”
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