Fractured Flame (Firebird Uncaged Book 1) by Erin Embly

Author:Erin Embly [Embly, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-01-17T00:00:00+00:00

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When I woke up, my bed was unnaturally warm and my foot was unnaturally . . . squishy and wet?

My eyes didn’t want to open all the way, and my body didn’t want to move very much, so I wiggled my foot out from under the covers and squinted at it, my face still half buried in my pillow.

It was blue. Blue and kinda shimmery and jiggly. Like jelly. Like a big, blue jelly dessert. I bet it would taste like fake raspberries. My mouth watered. But I didn’t have the energy to bring my foot any closer to my face, so instead I rolled over. I could just go back to sleep and dream about eating blue-raspberry jelly. That sounded better.

My knee touched something hard and warm as I repositioned myself. Something hard and warm and moving. A person? A person in my bed.

Okay, cool. They felt comfy. I inched my way closer to the heat source and reached my arm around, snuggling myself up against . . . Oh, that felt like muscle. Smooth, hard, hot, just the tiniest bit damp with sweat. There was a man in my bed.

Maybe that meant I was dreaming. There hadn’t been a man in my bed since . . . well, since my politician vampire charge had brainwashed me into loving him—and I didn’t want to think about that now.

But even so, I was quickly remembering everything I’d been missing. Dream or not, I didn’t care. It didn’t take too much energy to slide my hand over his chest and what felt like insanely defined abs. Yeah, this must be a dream. He smelled too good to be real. Like a damn forest, with a little bit of gun oil mixed in.

He was moving more now, his arms reaching behind his back and finding me. In one smooth motion, he rolled over and hooked his hand behind my neck, pulling my face so close to his, so fast, that my eyes didn’t have a chance to open and my brain didn’t have a chance to process anything besides his hot breath on my cheek, and then his lips brushing mine.

And then I was kissing his jaw, drawn by the deliciously rough stubble around his lips and the taste of salt on his neck.

When my eyes fluttered open just a tiny bit, I saw more of the blue jelly. Right under his ear.

Mmm, good dream, I thought. Sex and candy at the same time.

I took a bite of the jelly, and it did not taste like raspberries. Rotten raspberries, maybe. With emphasis on the rot.

The door burst open then, and someone was shouting, and bright lights blinded me.

“No, no, no!” a woman screeched, whacking me with a throw pillow in time with her words. “That is not for eating!”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I spat out the chunk of rotten jelly in my mouth, then gagged as I curled up in a ball, bringing my arms in front of me to defend against the pillow.

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