Only one woman can bring him to his kneesâ¦
Seth is manager of Desire, the hottest nightspot in Atlanta. Heâs also an ifritâa djinn born from primal fireâand itâs his burning sexual energy that lures women to his club. At closing time, Seth takes his pick from throngs of gorgeous creatures incapable of resisting him. And one night he chooses Eden. Or does she choose him?
Neither wants anything more than a few hours of mind-blowing sex. But Eden is a witch, a high priestess charged with keeping the elements in balance. Her magic binds Seth to her, and eventually it will snuff out his flame altogether.
Sethâs only hope is submissionâto Edenâs command, and to the emotions he tries so hard to master. But first, Eden must find the strength to wield her power in ways she never imaginedâ¦.
Dear Reader,
Please accept my thanks for picking up Elemental Desire, the third and final novella in my Desire trilogy. These books are very special to me, and Iâm honored to share them with you.
Wow, was this novella fun to write! All the stars and planets must have been aligned just right because it seemed the words simply flew from my fingertips. Dominic is one of the absolute best heroes Iâve ever had the pleasure to fall in love with from this side of the screen. Heâs a little dangerous and just dark enough to be wildly seductive. That meant his heroine had to be equally dangerous (even if she canât control it) and just dark enough to be wildly seductive (even if she isnât sure how to use it). Good thing Eden was up to every challenge.
I hope you have half as much fun reading how these two dynamic characters end up falling in love as I had writing their love story.
Denise
Chapter One
Tequila hit Sethâs tongue with a smooth bite and excellent afterburn. Nice. He wouldnât normally condone drinking on the job, but he did, after all, run Desire. As the premier club in Atlanta, where people came to see and be seen, Desire had its perks. Drinking when he had the overwhelming desire to get hammered was one of them. Watching his two best friendsâDesireâs owner, Griff, and the head of security, Dominicâon the dance floor with their women was confirmation of what heâd known the moment the women had shown up in their lives.
âAlert the troops for our leaders have fallen,â he murmured into his second shot glass before tossing the drink back. More burn equaled unparalleled pleasure. A dark chuckle rolled out of his chest at the same time the music ended.
Surprise registered on the faces of the nearest patrons.
His mouth kicked up at one corner. He knew people considered him standoffish and a bitâ¦extreme in his personal tastes, but the combination sure as hell didnât stop women from hitting on him. That suited him fine. At least having that reputation meant his bed partners were aware of what they were volunteering for.
Watching Dominicâs woman, Rhyan, hook an arm around his neck and grind against him as the next song queued up made Seth eye the bottle beside him. Alcohol wasnât numbing the ache in his chest. Maybe taking a woman would better suit his mood. Whomever he ended up with tonight needed to be in to his brand of pleasure and the absolute opposite of his typical fare. Because for all he bitched about his boys falling in love, he was jealous. Jealous and terrified. If the same fate befell him, he was well and truly screwed.
Once upon a time, heâd thought love existed for him. Now?
A hard shiver raced through him as he returned the bottle of 1800 ColeccÃon to its place in the ornate cage that held the priciest liqueurs. The smells of earth, air, water and smoke besieged his senses. Woven between the elements was an unfamiliar smell, something like ozone and summer storms unleashed on arid lands. Beneath his skin, his elementâfireâignited and burned through his veins. The urge to seek out whoever was manipulating the unpredictable flame inside him, to bend to the strangerâs will, made his knees lock. He didnât let anyone manipulate the flame that fueled his soul. The first equaled servitude without end. The second equaled death. Seth would welcome the latter before the former.
He didnât kneel before anyone. Ever.
Magic. In the damned club. All-consuming fury choked him and made it hard to draw a breath. Desire was a magic-free zone. Godsbedamned practitioners might not know why, but they knew bringing that shit into his house was a direct challenge. One he wouldnât tolerate.
He clutched the edge of the bar hard enough to crack the granite. Forcing himself to focus proved to be as hard as hell. Hell. How apropos. A harsh chuff escaped him. Heat coiled through his nose and hung at the back of his throat. His eyes burned. Flames licked at his fingertips, begging for release.