Hearts Afire: December - Ella Drake and Elise Logan & Emily Ryan-Davis [Dec 07]

[Maria]

Coming in 2009 - a new Liquid erotic romance anthology with a Fireman theme

Hearts Afire: December

by: Ella Drake

and

Elise Logan & Emily Ryan-Davis

ISBN: 978-1-59578-660-9

Featuring the stories "Firestorm On E'Terra " and "This Fire"


Stay tuned to this topic for all the latest on this new Liquid

Blurbs:


Firestorm on E'Terra by Ella Drake:

When fire meets ice, the storm flames out of control.

Intragalactic smokejumper and former refugee Wilson Dex takes the latest in a long line of risks, a mission to quell the firestorm on planet E'terra.

Equipment from his transport ship malfunctions, forcing by-the-book Commander Samantha Varde dirtside to help Dex though she suffers from landsickness.

While fighting the ill-timed and against-code heat between them, they have hours to reprogram a torpedo, fly into a tornado, and chute into a firestorm, all to save the colony before the storm flames out of control.



This Fire by Elise Logan and Emily Ryan-Davis:


Keeping secrets…

Trauma surgeon Eden Thomas leads a full, happy life. Playingsocially-acceptable girlfriend to her best friend Ryan and his lover Michael keeps her social calendar full of firehouse gatherings and politicians’ garden parties. She had never given much thought to romantic relationships of her own–until Seth.

…or telling lies?

Newly transferred first responder Seth Ripley is trying to escape a woman, not find a new one. Especially not a flirtatious blonde hanging off the arm of his co-worker. Every instinct tells him to stay away from the sexy surgeon, but in spite of his misgivings, he surrenders to the hot attraction. Just one night should work her out of his system. But one night fails to satisfy either of them.

Flashpoint…

Soon, Seth’s demands for the truth about her relationship with Ryan and Michael push Eden into a corner she can’t escape–betray her best friend in order to give the man she loves the confidence to believe in her or preserve her loyalty to Ryan by letting Seth walk away.


Buy it now.

[Maria]

Excerpt from Firestorm on E'Terra:

Samy stepped into the locker room, like every locker room on every planet under every governmental system. Metal lockers lined the walls, seats in front of them for changing. A stack of clean towels sat next to the shower stalls, while the barrels for soiled linen overflowed. At least on her ship, she made sure the room smelled of cleaners instead of mildew, or worse, body odor.

Only minutes before her scheduled game, she pulled open her locker, keyed to her biometrics, and quickly exchanged her uniform for one of the seven neatly folded outfits she replaced once a week. Last, she slipped on ankle socks and specially designed sneakers for the zap-ball courts.

As usual, she kept her heart rate normal, her anticipation subdued, and her smile buried beneath her rank--until she reached the hallway door. When her fingers touched the cool metal to open court six, her flesh heated, her mouth watered, and her heart pounded in her ears.

It was like a sickness.

Never in her life had she been so utterly out of control of her body. To her mortification, she couldn’t stop herself from the daily torture. Nor could she make herself act upon it. Had they been dirtside--and who was she kidding? She hadn’t been dirtside since she’d left home at eighteen, twenty years ago--or perhaps on a multi-use station, she might have had a fling with him as a civilian. But he wasn’t a civvie. Wilson Dex was an enlisted man. Under her command. Couldn’t be more off limits than that. Not to mention, he was too good looking, too young, and too risky.

Master Sergeant Dex stood with his back to her on the court. She let out the breath and threw back her shoulders to thrust out her breasts. She caught herself and relaxed the rigid pose.

Deep down, she’d worried he wouldn’t come today, but even further down, deep enough she barely recognized it, she knew he felt the attraction as much as she did. With his back to her, she allowed herself to drink her fill of the dusky planes of his muscles, the skimpy, skin-tight shorts that cupped his ass like a glove, and the tight T-shirt that occasionally rode up to show peeks of his flat stomach. The sleeveless zap-ball shirt showed his tattoos, a rarity in the military since most troopers kept a regimental mentality and look. Smokejumpers weren’t regimental. They were enlisted, not the aristocratic inherited positions of the officers.

On one shoulder, a cross encircled in a wheel, filled with Celtic knots like the ones she’d seen on the other firefighter’s uniforms. The other tattoo, a dragon circling his bicep, hugged his cut, wiry arm, and exuded pure strength.

With an abrupt turn, he faced her, the lines of his stomach flexing with the movement. The grin on his full but sharply defined lips brought her nipples to attention.

Thankfully, from long, torturous experience, she knew her sports bra kept most of her excitement contained, at least from visual proof.

“Captain.” The rich, chocolate-smooth voice sent shivers down her spine.

Breathless, as usual, she nodded and replied--way too huskily. “Master Sergeant.”

The clock started. They had thirty minutes of play, and Samy didn’t want to skimp on a single minute. She reached inside a sliding compartment near the door and pulled out the racquets. Once the storage compartment slid shut, the AI echoed through the chamber barely wider than her bed, probably the length of her bed twice over, and really, she should stop thinking of beds. The game voice intoned, “Zap-ball ready.”

Dex took center court position and bent into a crouch, his mouth-watering ass completely distracting her. Never had she noticed a man to such an extent.

“Set.” Dex had such an authoritative way of speaking. Samy wondered if he’d sound sure of himself in bed.

Dammit. No more beds.

The iridescent zap-ball whizzed by her head so fast her hair stirred, a few strands coming loose from the clips she used to keep her short hair from distracting her game.

“Point to Dex,” the AI nearly crooned.

Samy might be polite to the AI, who in turn spoke to her like a friend--well, more an acquaintance--but the AI put on a soft female voice with a massive crush when it refereed these matches. The damn computer played favorites for the hunk who touched the small of Samy’s back as he slid past her to switch positions. At advantage, he moved to the back court and smirked at Samy as he passed.

Samy crouched mid-court, ready for the AI serve, too distracted imagining Dex staring at her ass, much the same as she’d been doing to him. Her shorts chafed between her legs, the apex of her thighs growing hot and sensitive to every shift of fabric.

Whoosh.

The ball slammed onto the court.

[Ella Drake]

Yay!

[Annie Nicholas]

WooHoo! Congrats gals.

[Elise Logan]

Hooray! I'm so stoked about this. Em and I had such a great time writing This Fire. Hopefully everyone else will like Seth as much as we did. Yum.

E

[Rebecca Royce]

Congratulations!

[Alanna Coca]

Look at all the E authors, gathering together for an E book. Isn't that sweet?!

[Ella Drake]

Originally Posted by Alanna Coca

Look at all the E authors, gathering together for and E book. Isn't that sweet?!

You know, I looked at the list of authors & something about it caught my attention, but I couldn't place it. LOL. Thanks for pointing that out!

[Hailey Edwards]

Congrats ladies!

[Sara Brookes]

Congrats!

[Gem Sivad]

Congratulations E's.

[Tina Holland]

Congrats!

[Jennifer Leeland]

YAY!!!! I can't wait for this one.

[Mike]

April's Yule drool.

[Ella Drake]

happy, happy dancing!

[Elise Logan]

So pretty. Yeah!

E

[Emily Ryan-Davis]

I've already told Ella & Elise, but weirdness - cover model has the same face and eyes of one of my dayjob clients. o.O

[Tina Holland]

Love the cover...He's a hottie.

[Elise Logan]

We'll be doing a launch party at our blog on Dec 7. This may involve cool schwag. Of course, to find out, you'll have to come see....

E

[Emily Ryan-Davis]

Just over a week to go!

[Maria]

Release date: December 7.

[Emily Ryan-Davis]

Tomorrow!!

[VegasWalkinDude]

"Deep down, she’d worried he wouldn’t come today...." Oh really? You're dealing with a guy. This is not a problem.
-Randall Flagg

[Elise Logan]

*snicker* Randall, you are so baaaad.


Oh - I should mention that since today is release day, we're doing give-aways all day over on our blog:

http://www.scorchedsheets.com/blog

E

[Alanna Coca]

Happy Release Day

[Rachel Fox]

Happy Release Day!

Rachel

[Dana Marie Bell]

Happy release day!

[Gem Sivad]

Happy Release Day!

[Maria]

Buy it now.

[Ella Drake]

*Happy Dancing*

[Stephanie Bennett]

Happy release day!!

[Elise Logan]

Hooray!

*dancing with Ella*

E

[Kayelle Allen]

Firemen are hot! Er... no pun intended.

[Elise Logan]

Originally Posted by Kayelle Allen

Firemen are hot! Er... no pun intended.

Oh, you TOTALLY intended that pun. You can't fool us.

E