by
Elianne Adams
@ElianneAdams
bestselling and award winning authors, we’re Coming In Hot, again!
doctors, nurses, firemen, shifters, werewolves, witches, and paramedics turn up
the heat in this paranormal and contemporary medical romance collection.
damaged pacemakers. Please read responsibly!
by
Elianne Adams
@ElianneAdams
most frustrating man she’d ever met behind. At least, that’s what she’d thought,
until Ryland came into her life again, with an insurance policy in the form of
a contract she’d signed tight in his grip. Against her better judgment—and her
will—she has to go back with him and spend an entire month trying to resist the
crazy pull he had on her. Right. No problem at all. She just has to keep him
from worming his way back into her heart and destroying it once and for all.
Because once the month was up, she was going home, and their time together
would be done. Forever.
losing his one true mate. When Trista had left the Odyssey—and him—behind, he’d
had no one to blame but himself. That knowledge didn’t make the devastating
loss any easier. Raging inside him, his phoenix refuses to accept his decision
to let her go. Now, out of control, he has to bring her back and either make it
work or be forced to leave the Odyssey for good.
insurance policy to make sure she’d come with him into a tight roll. She’d be
pissed if he enforced the Phoenix Mate Acquisition Contract, but he couldn’t
keep living the way things were. He was going crazy. He treated everyone like
shit, and no amount of apologizing was erasing the weariness in the eyes of
those he came across.
mate. Her eyes had welled with tears, but she’d tilted her chin up and hadn’t
said a word. Draven, however, hadn’t been so quiet. He’d gone after him in the
yard like a raging bull. “This ends now. Go find her and fix this, or leave,”
he’d ordered.
there to challenge him in phoenix form, but the Alpha had shaken his head and
gone back to his mate.
the Odyssey. He’d never had the urge to leave and spread his wings for lands
unknown like some of the other phoenixes had, but if he couldn’t convince
Trista to give them a chance—to become his mate—then he’d be forced go.
give. The Odyssey’s Mistress didn’t deserve to be treated like that—none of
them did. It wasn’t their fault he was hurting or that his phoenix raged at him
day and night. The blame fell on him and him alone.
and a shiver raced down his spine, pooling heat into his groin. If the way his
phoenix was beating at him for release was any indication, he’d only have a few
minutes to plead his case before things got out of hand. The mating craze was
beyond his control, and they’d been ignoring it for months. His cock was
already half hard, and he hadn’t even laid eyes on her yet. If he wasn’t
careful, he’d embarrass not only himself, but her, as well.
been, drawing his gaze to the room. Her back was to him as she pumped sanitizer
from the holder by the door into her palm and rubbed her hands. With him being
so close, her aura brightened the entire hallway, making her look like an angel
without wings. It took his breath away.
taking a squirt of disinfectant as they walked away.
How the hell had he survived the last seven months? Standing ten feet away made
him dizzy with the need to claim. She turned, almost in slow motion—at least,
that’s how it seemed to him—and his breath caught in his lungs. In his dreams,
she’d see him, smile, and rush over to greet him with arms wide open. In his
nightmares, she’d scowl and tell him to get the hell away from her.
wringing hands stilled. She licked her lips and swallowed. “Ry, what are you
doing here?” she asked as she stepped closer, keeping two feet of space between
them—one foot and twelve inches too much.
ache that demanded relief she had no hope of finding—flooded her entire being.
She might not be a phoenix, but that didn’t mean she was immune to the mating
craze when he was near.
His eyes still held the same pain they’d had when she’d told him she was
leaving the Odyssey. But now, dark circles shadowed under them. His lips—those
gorgeous, kissable lips—demanded she throw herself at him and get lost in him
again.
to see him, talk to him. Do a hell of a lot more than talk, if she was honest
with herself. But nothing had changed since she’d left the clan behind and come
back to reality. Sure, the month she’d spent with him had been amazing, but she
couldn’t live with someone who was controlling, no matter how sexy he was, how
much he made her laugh, or how much of a beast he was in bed. “I don’t know if
that’s a good idea.”
in, but she held his gaze and kept her mouth shut.
tightened the other around a wad of twisted papers that looked like they’d been
through the wringer already. “Just five minutes, gorgeous. That’s all.”
her need to have him close for a while, but she found herself reaching for his
hand.
called out. It was a few minutes until her actual lunch break, but her
co-workers would cover.
where she was prepping an IV line.
even the parking lot, where others might be around, but the need pulsing
through her wasn’t going to go away. Not on its own. Short of having a
one-night stand, she’d tried everything to meet her body’s demands, but all it
had done was make her ache more. Maybe Ryland could help her take the edge off.
It was his fault she was like this to begin with. Her nipples pebbled beneath
her scrub top at the thought.
breath. A soft groan rumbled from his chest, and his eyelids lowered a little.
Damn. Could he smell her arousal? She’d never asked him about that.
reached the change rooms. It wasn’t as private as she would have liked, but at
least it wasn’t the hallway.
there before turning her attention back to Ry, who had kept pace with her when
she’d released his hand.
sent heat straight between her legs. She recognized that voice. It was the one
that spilled from his lips at the height of passion when nothing existed but
the bond between them and the pleasure they found in each other’s bodies.
and her need too great. Grabbing him around the wrist, she tugged him into the
closest shower stall and closed the door before wrapping her arms around his
neck and pulling him so she could reach his lips.
About the Author:
Élianne Adams is a self-proclaimed tropical climate
Princess, so how she managed to be born and live in snowy Ontario, Canada is a
complete mystery. She loves to read (and write) romances that lure you into
different worlds. The kinds of stories that suck you in until the very end. Her
paranormal romance books feature sexy as sin fire breathing dragons, gryphons,
phoenixes, and jaguars. If those sexy Alpha shifters aren’t quite up your
alley, she’s also got larger than life wolf shifters to melt your reading
devices.
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