✦✦✦ IGNITING ASH by M.A. Stacie ✦✦✦
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✦✦ SYNOPSIS ✦✦
After a terrible start in life, Asher Harris picks himself up and manages to carve out a fairly decent future. Content with living alone in his bookshop, he shies away from relationships and keeps trust to a minimum.
Emma Carnes hasn’t seen Asher in years, though she’s never forgotten him. Their one interaction as teenagers became pivotal to them both. It gave her a career.
It saved his life.
Emma saw things about Asher that nobody else did. When she urged him to escape a perilous situation, it turned her toward her purpose in life…and saved Asher. Intrigued by the strong man he’s become, she gently persuades him to open up, but finds his emotional walls hard to climb. She also hopes for his help with a troubled teen, Gabe Dearing, who reminds her very much of Asher himself.
Their relationship and ties to Gabe threaten to reveal things someone wants to keep hidden…
Someone is watching Emma, trying to figure out what she knows, and she soon senses something isn’t right. When the bookshop is vandalized and Gabe disappears, only to return bloody, broken, and refusing to say what happened, Asher and Emma search for the truth as their passion intensifies.
The danger mounts, and Emma and Ash struggle to keep what they’ve fought so hard to gain.
But can he save Emma as she saved him so long ago?
Or will a dark and violent history repeat itself and destroy them all?
✦✦✦ M.A. STACIE ✦✦✦
A. Stacie is never without a book or her eReader. A voracious reader, with a love of sexy, yet angst ridden novels, she adores getting lost in new worlds. Her need to write did not grip her until after her second son was born, when her previous rambles became fully fledged stories.
She describes herself as one huge contradiction, and though not the most conventional of hobbies, she counts getting new tattoos as one of hers. Running keeps her sane, along with knitting and listening to loud music.
M. A. Stacie lives in the UK with her husband and three sons.
Excerpt:
She squealed when he
grasped her waist and picked her up. His actions came as a shock, his strength
too. Her protest hovered on the tip of her tongue, though she never actually said
anything. His serious expression and determined strides were enough to keep her
mouth closed.
Until
he crushed his lips to hers. At that point she knew where it was heading,
understood what he meant when he’d shouted. He was sick of holding back. Asher
was taking what he wanted and ignoring any possible consequences.
Emma
clung to him, their kisses growing deeper and more forceful as he carried her
to his bedroom. She kept hold of him as he sat on the edge of his bed, moving
her so that she straddled his lap. They’d been here before, only this time the
air was electrified, sparks bursting from their touches. He wasn’t going to deny them this time.
She could sense from his heated kisses and desperate touches that he was all
in.
She blinked, her
head spinning when he grabbed her loose T-shirt and pulled it over her head.
He tossed it, not
caring to look where it landed. Asher drank her in, his chocolate eyes melting
as they perused her chest.
A fire ignited low
in her belly, her blood burning through her veins. She’d experienced lust
before, however this with Asher was laced with something else. Something
deeper.
Slowly, too slowly,
he stroked a single finger over the swell of her breast. Her nipples tightened
as she silently begged for him to cup them. Her will was enough, because those
amazing fingers dipped under the lace of her bra before palming her breast. His
eyes never left hers. His touch grew firmer, more demanding. “More,” she
whispered. “Asher, more.”
He kissed her long
and hard. At the same time she began unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers
fumbling so much Asher ended up finishing the job for her. He didn’t stop with
his shirt. After rolling her onto his bed, he stood and shucked off his jeans,
sliding them down his legs before kicking them across the room. “No more
barriers,” he rasped and pulled his underwear off too. His scars were exposed
to her, the skin pink and puckered near his navel. There really were no
barriers.
Still expecting him to back
out, Emma held a bit of herself back. The rejection would sting a little less
if she did. However, that became difficult when he hovered over her, pressing
his body against hers. His eyes were hooded, and she could feel the heavy thump
of his heart when she touched his chest. Hers was as rapid, the thrill of
possibility surging in every cell. The connection with Asher was strong, very
strong, and much more consuming than anything she’d ever felt before.
