This week on Be My Guest On Tuesday I have a special release for you that’s been in the making for the last two years. Jane Burrelli brings to you a light fantasy epic with DD elements, involving a feisty heroine and a forbidding king.
Author: Jane Burrelli
Release Date: 14/04/2018
What happens when the forbidden is fated?
Can an exiled princess rise from the ashes?
Would the flames destroy me or forge me stronger than ever…
After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?
When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. It’s a pity they didn’t care to bless anything else.
The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her people and rejoin the Empress.
It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western wastelands. The journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren. The leader of the Iceari, the natural enemy to Firelanders.
Zorren is reputed to be a ruthless leader and Mira fights the attraction that blazes between them. Resulting in a clash of not only their wills but also their elements. After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?
This is book one of the new Bride of Fire series. Join the journey to a mystical world and the adventure and romance that awaits.
Publisher’s Note: This fantasy romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual scenes set in an apocalyptic world.
I sensed him before I saw him, a powerful storm caged inside a vessel of flesh. A power that could swamp me in an instant. I was under no delusions; the strength of my element was mediocre at best not like my cousin whose flame was beginning to blossom and grow into the very beginnings of what this man possessed. A pair of feet stopped in front of me. Inanely, I realized I could see my reflection in the polished leather. A giant crouched in front of me and blocked out all light. Trying and failing miserably to appear less threatening. “They think you are dangerous,” his melodious rumble rolled over me. “But I do not.” I tugged harder. Flames popped into being at my feet and the man jumped back. Sharp pain sliced through my head, the image of the boots wavered, and hot blood seeped from my nose. I didn’t have much left to give. “Enough of that.” He didn’t raise his voice, but it gained an edge. The command pulled an invisible cord and made me raise my head. “I will not hurt you, understand?” Brilliant blue eyes locked on mine. “I will not hurt you,” he reaffirmed, the words slowly penetrating my brain. A large hand extended towards me. “Come.”
Blue eyes twinkling, the Icer set the kindling on the ground and offered me his free hand as he straightened. I took it, grimacing as my side protested at the stretch. Worry furrowed his brow. “Are you hurt?” “No.” I tried to snatch my hand back, but he held on, turning me slightly. His heavy hand connected with my rump and I yelped as he dusted the snow off my backside with a little more vigor than strictly required. “Hey!” He grinned unrepentantly, and with a final, and in my opinion, wholly unnecessary swat that had me leaping forward he released me. “That is a taster if you ever feel the need to leave camp again on your own without telling anyone.” Stooping, he gathered the kindling while I stood there vigorously rubbing the injured spot and gaping like a fish. It felt like his handprint had been branded onto my buttock. “Y… you’re… you’re not serious?” I spluttered. That blond eyebrow rose a bit more.
“Very. Is this how the slaver’s caught you unawares before?” My face heated and I found something fascinating on the ground wishing it would swallow me whole. “I thought so.”
18+ It’s getting hot
“What in the Goddess’ name are you doing?” I screeched. Rearing up I found a firm hand planted in the center of my back pinning me in place. The only thing I had succeeded in doing was loosening my own trews. To my horror, his fingers curled into the waistband. I threw my hips from side to side, my attempts at evasion pitiful. “You can’t do this!” My protests went unheeded. He calmly took a firm grasp of my hips and threw his leg over mine. Panting, I found I couldn’t move, trapped like a creature in a snare. “I’m making sure I can see if I truly hurt you.” The fabric rasped over my tender skin. Shivering, my squirming bottom revealed to the elements, the chilled air bringing a moment of relief. “Trust me, it hurt.” His hand rubbed the reddened flesh, murmuring, “Your skin colors so easily.” The touch ignited a steady throb between my legs—what in Khatri’s name? The pause allowed me to gather my wits. “Do you know why you are in this position?” Khatri’s tits, he wanted to talk now! “Because you can’t abide being defied!” I hissed, struggling to concentrate on anything but calloused fingers now tracing patterns on my heated flesh. Closer and closer to the apex and I wiggled, longing for more of the same. The soft touch lingering at the sensitive crease where buttock met thigh. I shivered but it was different from the previous man who had touched me. It wasn’t revulsion, it ignited a fire that I didn’t know how to put out. “Is that what you think?” Lazily the finger drew back and forth, and my muscles jerked in response. The unexpected wallop shattered the first inklings of pleasure and sent my cheeks bouncing. The sting increasing tenfold without clothing to mute it. “Try again.”
“You are the beautiful one, I have never seen anyone with so much spirit and fire.” My heart did a little stutter unable to hide from the soft glow of his eyes. Our eyes shone with heightened emotion, but this was not anger, it was yearning. Raw, unadulterated yearning and I knew it was reflected in mine. Zorren moved with the stealth of a patient predator, giving me an opportunity to move away. I didn’t. I should have stopped him, but I wanted this. Calling myself all kinds of fool, I launched myself at him. Meeting him halfway, his lips slanting over mine. It was slow, it was gentle, and I tried to contain my disappointment but not for long. I’d underestimated the idea of slow. He built up the pressure and skill. Leaving me wanting and chasing after that elusive flicker of pleasure. Definitely underestimated it. His large hand threaded through my hair and cradled the back of my head. His other hand slipped down my back, cupped my butt and pulled me so I straddled his lap, the hot flesh of his member pressed against me. He stole my breath and my hands fisted in his hair. No longer content with being the submissive partner I daringly nipped his bottom lip. Zorren rewarded me with a sharp slap to my left buttock. Pleasure forked through me with the intensity of lightning. Rocking forward, I moaned into his mouth. It made me want him more as I ground upon his thigh. “You like that, Hellcat?” His voice rasped in my ear. My breathing labored, I whimpered softly in response and it earned me another swat on the opposite globe. I gasped at the feel of the flesh jiggling. “Use your words, Mira,” he rumbled into my hair. Snuggling closer he massaged the sting away then stopped. “Do you like that?” he asked again punctuating each word with a playful spank. My hips jerked, and everything clenched with want as I wound tighter and tighter. “Yes,” I breathed desperately.
A PG to cool you down
“You must have an escort and act in a ladylike manner at all times, you are my mate and represent me. Most importantly, you will keep that famous, impulsive Firelander temper under control and never call your fire against me.” My Firelander temper was sparking nicely at that exact moment. Somehow, I resisted shooting a jet of flame at his backside. I stared straight at him in challenge. “Or what?” “I will not hesitate to discipline you, it is my duty as your mate.” “You what!” I screeched unable to prevent it from bursting out. The rules were not so different from what I had lived under before, but this was new, and I didn’t like it one bit. As long as I didn’t draw notice my aunt had let me do as I wished. “I will put this in terms you might understand.” My eyes were on his firm lips. “You try to roast me, and I will not hesitate to heat that delectable backside as a very displeased mate.” “Ha!” I scoffed in his face, my iron-clad control malfunctioning. “I’d like to see you try.”
About Jane Burrelli
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.
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