New Release today! Included: “Love Power” – my first witch story!
REKINDLED FIRE Anthology
Edited by Elle Amery
Rekindled Fire traces the stories of ten couples who lose each other, only to find their way back together once again. The love stories here contain two unifying elements: profound love and erotic, passionate heat. Whether the story is contemporary or features magic, vampires or shape shifting; whether it involves spanking, bondage, or simply pure, unadulterated sex; or whether the couples have been torn apart for several months or one hundred years; one question remains the same: Will these former lovers be able to rekindle the flame of love?
Contributing Authors:
Angela Cameron
Amber Hipple
Jen Bluekissed
Vanessa Vaughn
K. Ann Karlsson
Nini Richou
Cora Zane
Janne Lewis
Louisa Bacio
Elle Amery
ISBN: 978-1-60777-214-9
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Love Power by Angela Cameron
“I can’t believe I’ll be at Tulane tomorrow.” Isabell rolled onto her side, readjusting so her ribs didn’t push so hard against the planks beneath her. She eased closer to the bare, muscular chest of Taylor Wyndham, keenly aware of the heat generated by Wynd’s body. Water sloshed with the movement, lapping the wood below the deck.
She shivered, but it wasn’t from the climate. Nothing was wrong with the weather. The sky was bright with a million stars, and even the nightingale was singing in the forest across the water. The day had been a scorcher, and even in shorts and a tank top, lying on the dock, the humid summer night was far too hot for chills. A gentle wind came off Wyndham Lake, blowing over the length of her body and cooling her skin where the beads of sweat were exposed. But the breeze wasn’t what had caused her to shiver. The chill was inside her, twisting her gut.
Wynd pulled her tighter and wrapped his heavy arm around her waist. “It won’t be that bad.”
“It’s too far.”
“We’ll talk every night if you want.”
“It never works, Wynd. You know that.” Isabell buried her face into the soft cotton of his shirt, letting the scent of his skin fill her nose. She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears that threatened. “What if you get lonely?”
“I’ll call.”
Calls weren’t what she meant. He had to know that. If there was one thing that Taylor Wyndham wasn’t, it was stupid.
Wynd sighed and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Issie, and no one will ever make me forget.”
That first stupid tear streaked down the side of her face. He just didn’t get it. That silly romantic in him was the thing that she both loved and hated. It made him naïve. He always saw the happy ending for them and ignored all the other, more probable endings.
“Are you crying?” He pulled her face toward his.
The wind picked up, blowing the sweet scent of honeysuckle between them and tossing auburn strands of her hair into her face. Wynd’s emotions surged, the energy forcing the wind around them the way it always did when he was feeling particularly protective.
Isabell stared up into those blue-gray eyes and felt her heart start to swell again. It was almost magical, the way it always happened. First she’d look into his eyes. Then those colors would move and sparkle. Next thing, she’d feel like her heart was going to explode with love. Wynd was the most beautiful thing in the world, right down to that scar over his right eye from the fight he’d had with Harrison Gray in tenth grade after Harrison had made the mistake of grabbing her ass.
That was the first day she kissed Wynd—the first day she’d kissed anyone. She couldn’t resist: he was just so adorable with that bandage over his eye and his scraped knuckles. He insisted on walking her home down the path that led through the forest between their houses. Then there, next to where the stream fell off the hillside in a little waterfall, he kissed her. It was too perfect.
The kiss, and the burst of emotion it brought, was apparently all he’d needed to spark that magic inside him. She’d known about his family’s ability, and had eagerly waited along with Wynd for the day his would show. Wynd had been a late bloomer, at least by his family’s
standards. Most of the men in his family got their power at thirteen, but Wynd’s hadn’t come until that day. Still, it had been worth the wait. He was more powerful than anyone in three generations, according to his mother. That much had been evident in the way the wind had whipped through the tree, lightning had cracked through the sky, and the warm rain poured down on them.
It was the best kiss of her life, but it was the beginning of Wynd’s public persecution. Once his power started, he hadn’t been able to stop the magic when he was angry, hurt, or even when he just saw her. Many in their town suspected he had powers beyond what they could comprehend. Most were afraid of what he could do.
Wynd stroked her face again and she gave him a chaste kiss, whispering, “I don’t want to leave you.”
“I’m not letting you stay here, darlin’.” Wynd blinked, his long black lashes brushing against his cheekbones. “They saw your talent. Not everyone gets a free ride for four years. And you’ll be the first Carlisle with a degree. It’s too big for you to pass up.” He moved closer, almost touching her lips. “Besides, I’m yours, and a few years aren’t going to change anything.” Wynd grabbed her hand and toyed with the antique diamond engagement ring he’d given her just after graduation. “When you’re done with school, we’ll put that other ring on your finger.”
His breath was so sweet, and his olive skin so warm, like always. Isabell leaned toward him, but Wynd pulled away.
“Come with me,” she whispered.
“You know I can’t. I don’t have much time with Mom. Maybe a year.”
Joan Wyndham was too sick to go anywhere, but it seemed as if the cancer had always been a shadow looming over their relationship. Wynd had even missed taking Isabell to her
senior prom because he was sitting in the ER with his mother. But she couldn’t complain. Wouldn’t. He couldn’t help her illness any more than Joan could. There were three other brothers who could help take care of her. Wynd just wouldn’t let anyone else do it.
Isabell’s shoulders sagged under the weight of her guilt. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just—”
“Scared. Don’t be.” His lips brushed hers. “I should be worried about you. You’ll be in another state, at a college . . . with Harrison. I’m the one who should be scared.” Wynd pulled back a little. “Harrison’s after you. He’s always been after you. With me out of the way, he’ll come at you full bore. He’s a jealous jerk.”
“He’s a friend,” Isabell responded.
“A jealous jerk of a friend, maybe.”
“He doesn’t stand a chance. You’re much hotter.” She giggled.
“Hmm. Same here.” Wynd’s lips brushed hers again. He was so close that her heart was racing. “You’re the one, Issie. Nobody else.”
No one had to tell her that millions of boyfriends promised such things to their girlfriends each year. She knew how young romances went. Still, she couldn’t stop her eyes from slipping shut when his mouth finally landed on hers.
Wynd kissed her with a gentle precision that made it seem as if he was born to do nothing but this. His lips were too soft, his mouth too skilled. It always made her mind turn to mush. Especially when his hand slipped under her shirt, pushing against the cup of her bra like it was doing now.
Isabell pulled back, gasping for breath. “Are you trying to get me in trouble?”
“Your mom said I could keep you out all night as long as you weren’t a bitch to her on the trip tomorrow.” Wynd leaned down, burying his head in the arch of her neck.
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boyfriend. It’s got all of his favorite elements in it and has definitely stretched my writing chops. It’s set in France, has lots of food and wine, and features two really hot women and two really hot men. And there is a definite relationship at the core of it. Some of this is based on personal experience. But I’ll keep the specifics to myself for the time being. 
I’ve had a thing for vampires ever since I first saw the tall, dark, and hunky Angel on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, so when I decided to write a vamp paranormal romance, I thought why not write about a heroine who was as into him as I am? Of course, Savanna, the sexy heroine in my new book Vampire 101, ended up getting a little more caught up in the whole vampire thing than I think I would like. For one thing, she likes to hang out at Goth-clubs on the weekend, figuring that’s as close to the dark, brooding Angel as she’s ever likely to get. Now I can honestly say I’ve never done that! It was fun to write about it, though.