✦✦✦ IGNITING ASH by M.A. Stacie ✦✦✦
✦✦ 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.
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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.
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