Fire’s Kiss
Fiery Seas Publishing
November 21, 2017
Paranormal Romance Fiction
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.
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.
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EXCERPT FROM FIRE’S KISS BY BRITTANY PATE
CHAPTER 9
Embyr lay back in the grass with her hand splayed over her stomach and groaned. Beside her, Kat groaned in agreement.
“I cannot believe we ate the whole thing.” Embyr kicked the empty box of sweetmeats.
“But they were so good,” Kat said. “And they were a present. It would have been rude not to eat them all. Would it be inappropriate for me to unlace my breeches before I split the seams?”
“Probably,” Embyr said with a smile. She rolled to her side and propped her elbow up, shielding her eyes from the midday sun with her hand. “Kat, do you think Ryder is evil?”
“Hard to say. Everything I’ve heard says yes, but everything I’ve seen says no.” Kat sat up with a grimace and turned to face her. “Why do you ask?”
“He tried to kiss me last night. Ouch!” Embyr hissed when Kat punched her in the arm. She sat up with a frown.
“He tried to kiss you and you’re just now telling me? What happened?”
“He told me to let go and listen to my instincts.” Embyr plucked a blade of grass and rolled it between her fingers. “I almost let him, until Nelda came in and I realized it would be a colossal mistake.”
“Why? I mean aside from the mask.”
“You know why,” Embyr sighed. “Besides, I barely know him.”
“That’s a poor excuse. You’ve seen men and women leave your tavern together after only knowing each other for the space of a few drinks.” Kat frowned at her. “You have to stop hiding at some point, Embyr. Don’t assume the world is going to condemn you because of your bloodline. Ryder knows what you are and he still tried to kiss you.”
“But he’s Death. He kills people.”
“I used to kill people for money. Ryder kills people because he’s at war. If anything, his cause is far nobler than mine ever was.”
“You didn’t kill innocent people. The rumors say he does.”
Kat snorted. “I hate rumors. All the ones about me said I was a man. We see how true those are.”
She had a point. Embyr closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the feel of sunlight on her face, but all she could see was Ryder’s bright blue eyes.
Kat stirred beside her. “I don’t want you to wake up one day, old and decrepit, and think ‘I should have lived a little more when I had the chance.’”
“You’ll wake up old a lot faster than I will,” Embyr teased. “Seriously though, I like my life the way it is. Or was.”
“Pretend all you want. We both know you get lonely.”
“Everyone gets lonely,” Embyr argued. “That doesn’t mean I need to throw myself at a mask-wearing legend.”
“I don’t think you’ll have to do much throwing. It sounds like he’s a little tight in the breeches for you. Kissing him doesn’t mean you have to share his bed. You have to do that so can tell me all the sordid details.” Kat grinned.
Embyr huffed, color rising in her cheeks.
“What? Did you see him yesterday? If he makes love half as good as he fights, you’ll show up at my door with another box of sweetmeats as a thank-you gift.”
“I am not having this conversation with you,” Embyr said, shaking her head.
“What conversation?”
Both women jumped and turned to find Ryder towering over them, blocking the sunlight.
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 audio books and drinking entirely too much coffee.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BrittanyPate2
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