Sunday, December 27, 2015

#ScintillatingSunday FIRE AND ICE "Christmas morning with a sexy stranger" @vampauthormaya

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Fire and Ice
Maya DeLeina

"Christmas morning with a sexy stranger"

A fresh pine tree leaned against the wall. Paper snowflakes, cut out from newspaper, hung from the branches.

“Merry Christmas, pretty lady.”

She leveled her head back down on the pillow and looked up at him. “When? How?”

“I snuck out while you slept and went searching the forest. I wanted you to have your tradition. I know it’s not the prettiest, but I worked with what we had around here.”

“Prettiest? Who cares? The fact that you did this….I-I can’t even find the words to say what I feel. And the snowflakes? You made those?”

“Each and every one. And they’re all different.” he paused, as if in deep reflection, “Snowflakes fascinate me. Before you got here, I would just sit and watch as they collect on the windows. They remind me of us.”


“Well, people in general. The snowflakes, they look alike as they gather all together, like a crowd of people. From a distance, you can’t make out features, what makes people who they are just as you can’t recognize the complex, intricate structures unique to each snowflake.”

“Damn, you are really are on a road to self-discovery.”

“You don’t know me, Noel. I may look like something you’re used to, but on the inside, I am not a man—”

She lifted her head and sensually kissed his chin, breaking him in mid-sentence. “I know you can’t offer me anything past this. I get it. But you are a man and I want you.” She tilted her crotch upwards and spread her legs wider, teasing him to her heavenly access. She circled her hips slowly, rubbing her moist and swollen lips against his long, hard shaft.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered with an ache of torment in his voice. He buried his face into her neck. “You just don’t get it.”  He sucked on her flesh right where her neck met her shoulder.

“Oh!” Her eyes rolled back in her head. She shut her eyes tight, concentrating on the sensation he stirred in her body.

Most women say it’s their nipples, but for her, the most sensitive part on her body lie at the crook of her neck. A treasure-trove full of pleasure nerves, her neck proved her undoing. If a man kissed her at the right spot, with the correct amount of pressure, she could be sent over the edge. And with his performance, Grayson delivered her right to the gates of heaven. 

Noel Tierney thought she’d have enough time before the predicted storm to make it to her holiday retreat, but the snow hit sooner than expected. Caught unprepared on a treacherous pass, poor visibility and icy conditions lead to a crash. She lay immobile in her vehicle, stranded in a ditch in the most remote leg of her journey.

A faceless hero comes to her rescue and Noel has no choice but to wait out the blizzard in her rescuer’s unique cabin nestled in the woods. Everything about Grayson James peaks her curiosity—his valor, air of mystery and most of all, undeniable attractiveness.

For three days and nights, passions are unleashed and unexpected emotions are brought to life. When the storm breaks, Grayson vanishes into thin air, but not before revealing startling news that leaves her questioning her sanity.

Fast forward years later and Noel is in the southernmost part of the United States. She’d come seeking solace after her husband’s tragic death, but what finds her in Key West is more than she ever anticipated.

In the sultry summer, her unbridled winter’s ecstasy resurrects.

And so does the Vampire.

Multi-published author Maya DeLeina was born and raised on the beautiful and romantic beaches of Oahu, Hawaii. Relocating to Colorado, Maya's crystal blue oceans and powdery white sands were traded for enchanting forests, mystic mountains and golden plains of promise.

Living just on the outskirts of Manitou Springs, the town's history of spiritual healing, eclectic flare, fabled underground tunnels and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft rekindled Maya's love for the paranormal, metaphysical and most of all, vampires. One bite and she was hooked.

With a hint of incense lofting in the air and the majestic Pikes Peak sitting in picture perfect view from her windows, Maya can be found relaxing in the recesses of her comfy couch, sinking her teeth into crafting and weaving seducing and erotic tales of vampires that may or may not roam her beloved town. One read and you'll be hooked!

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