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Accepting the depths of her powers, Ember Cane realizes she's fallen in love. But she's completely out of her element when it comes to the sexy firefighter--Phoenix Nox. Leaving him on his knees, in a trance with sirens in the distance, under a spell, unable to fight the blazing fire she assumes her powers created--and she runs, never expecting to see him again. When she does, the spell is broken--but, can he love a witch?
To make matters more complicated, her past is about to catch up with her. Warned her father will find her. He watches. He follows. Fire follows.
Stand-alone romance but you can meet Ember's cousin in Fighting The Fire (Souls On Fire) by Jennifer Conner.
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Then Phoenix happened.
His tousled hair, long layers that complemented his natural texture. A little bit casual, a little bit messy, I loved the little effort he took that made him gorgeous. His strong, chiseled face knocked me on my ass every time he smiled. Ruggedly handsome. He didn’t fuss like the pretty boys I’d met in in the city. Even dated a couple of them because they weren’t the commitment type. Phoenix was perfect. Pretty, yes. In it for the long haul? No. Definitely not. He’s more scared of a serious relationship than I am. Maybe that’s why we became friends. We understand each other. Then he kissed me one night. And I fell hard. Harder than I wanted, than I expected. There was no turning back. His kiss, somewhere between steamy and sophisticated, fiery, and passionate, left tingles and the desire to come back for another. Besides that pretty face and those abs, there’s so much more. Mature, sensitive, and a hard worker with the confidence to survive and thrive in his chosen profession. From the stories he shared, I know he puts his heart and soul in each and every fire he fights. He genuinely cares. A good man with a good soul. A gentle, sweet nature. But damn, his kisses leave me breathless. I fell in love, and then left him on his knees, in a trance with sirens in the distance. Forget me. Two simple words with such significant power to control the mind. One I can control. The other, apparently, I can’t, if the blazing fire I left behind is any indication. He can no longer see me, remember me. But I will never forget him. A mix of sandalwood, sweat, and man is permanently fixated in my brain. But also, the memory of the flames—burning, screaming my powers alight. Just when I thought I had it under control, I didn’t. So, I ran.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Nelson Santos
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by María Martínez
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