Firefighter Kendall Farell has always been attracted to the erotic beauty of the hot flames that dance in burning buildings. Her dangerous fetish could cost her her job if anyone ever finds out. When she’s caught flirting with fire and rescued from certain death, her two male co-workers want payback in a very naughty way...
The Taken series by Jasmine Black continues to sell well, especially at Kobo. A few of these books have been translated into other languages and also sell well.
“Everyone get the fuck out! Now! The building is going down any minute! Out! Now! Move it out!” Chief Phil Aerius bellowed through the ear mic. I paid him no heed.
He was one of those firefighters who preferred to play it ultra-safe. He was boring.
The roar of the fire as it surrounded me was like music. The tempo thundered through my blood, the pounding rhythm matched my racing pulse. Man, the beat was so erotic.
I began to dance with the fire. Dance like the fire. I moved slowly, seductively, like a flame. I was daring the fire to make love to me.
I wanted to tear off my gear. To be free inside the firestorm that licked at the walls of this building. Above me, the white paint blistered and bubbled, turning the color of burnt umber. Thick black cracks appeared and spread out like tentacles across the ceiling. It kind of reminded me of cracking lake ice or the top layer on spoiled milk. I’d never seen anything quite like this. It was all so beautiful. So artistic.
I blinked at the crazy thoughts. Wow. Was I nuts? Or did I just see things other people couldn’t?
A loud rushing sound snapped somewhere above me. I looked up and studied the huge glowing orange lumps that fell from the cracks in the ceiling. The chunks looked like Halloween pumpkins. The burnt black areas looked like eyes and mouths.
I blinked at the scorching sight, hypnotized by the prettiness. It was like I was on a high or something. Like the drugs I’d experimented with in high school. Those drugs were dangerous and I’d quit…but I’d found a greater high by dancing with fire.
Pain broke me from my trance as something hard slammed into my back. Suddenly I was off my feet and in the air...
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Translated by Francesca Orelli
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Author review: Another lovely translation by Sandra! She met her deadline, is easy to communicate with and a joy to work with!! Highly recommend! |
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Translated by Carolina García
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Author review: Carolina works fast and meets her deadlines. She does a great job and communicates very well. Highly recommend! |
