Tagged (Snowfire 2)
A Paranormal Women’s Fiction Hot Flash
Author: Kira Stone
Cover Art: Renee' George
BIN: 03441-01097
Genres: Paranormal, Romance, Urban Fantasy
Themes: Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Gay, Shapeshifters
Series: Snowfire (#2)
Book Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 19
"Tag. You're it."
The words echoed through Chade's body like the ringing of a warning bell. Little did he know he'd be drawn into a game of cat and mouse -- or in his case, werewolf and Fae. The gorgeous elf teased and tempted him... and eluded him for days. It wasn't until a dark and snowy night, when Chade was on the verge of giving up, when he found Evander and the true meaning of surrender.
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"Kira Stone entices readers to play along with Chade and the elf in this captivating game of cat and mouse."
"With instantly likeable characters and scorching hot sex, this is a great quick read for anyone wanting some steamy paranormal fun and games."
"Fast paced, sensual fun is a sure bet for the Snowfire series and Tagged is another hot, saucy addition."
"...an exciting chase, stubborn persistence, and a very hot ending. If you like short stories with a supernatural touch, if a bit of mystery enhances your reading enjoyment, and if you’re looking for a brief read that is as hot as it is fun, then you might like this short story."
"This was a very sexy book with the male lead having way too much fun along the way!"
-- 5 Stars from MeemsAngel82, Amazon Review
"I loved this fun, short, HOT read."
-- 4 Stars from Alias11, Amazon Review
Tagged (Snowfire)
Kira Stone
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Copyright ©2024 Kira Stone
"Wanna dance?"
Chade looked the too-punk guy over and mentally shrugged. Why the hell not? It beat watching the bar traffic -- one of the few mixed species bars in the area -- trying to decide if he was waiting for a male worth knowing to walk by, or counting the seconds until he walked out. "Yeah, sure."
"Vertically or horizontally?"
Christ, what a lame line. The punk might as well have grabbed Chade by the balls and said, "Let's fuck." Did no one care about romance these days? Not the hearts and flowers crap women were always bawling about, but just the semblance that their brief connection would mean something beyond satisfying a particularly virulent itch.
"Verbally, if I thought you could dance without tripping over your tongue," Chade finally replied, deciding that in his present mood no company was preferable to bad company.
"Hey, I've got moves, man." The vampish punk spun in a wobbly attempt to hit the dance floor. Once he cleared a space on the wooden planks in mosh-pit fashion, he put on a ten-second show that demonstrated his double-jointed hips and a lousy sense of rhythm.
If there was any applause at the conclusion of his act, it was swallowed up by the techno-noise coming from the club's sound system. Chade finished off his drink and stood to leave. A throbbing beat and a mobile ass weren't enough to ignite his libido tonight. "I've changed my mind… thanks for the offer though."
"Jerk," the deathly pale punk tossed at his retreating back.
Chade suppressed a growl and kept moving, intent on putting the club, and the wasted evening, behind him. He'd almost reached the door when a short blond Fae streaked in, jarring him. "Hey," Chade said, more to make the kid slow down than out of any real anger.
The kid -- okay, so maybe not quite a kid, Fae always looked younger than their real years -- turned around and Chade was impaled by a pair of sapphire blue eyes that glowed with sparkling warmth. "Tag, you're it."
The words were spoken so soft and low that the only way Chade could make them out was by lip-reading. And what a fantastic set of lips they were. Wide, pink and just a hint of blond stubble around them.
The Fae fluttered his mottled blue-black wings in a friendly wave, tucked his hands into the pockets of his black leather pants and flashed Chade a sexy grin. "See ya!"
Then, as if he'd used magic, the blond became engulfed by the writhing bodies on the dance floor.
Chade's crotch ached as if he'd been intimately stroked by a highly skilled lover, except he was positive the Fae hadn't touched him after the initial bump. In fact, Chade wasn't sure he hadn't imagined at least half of the bizarre encounter -- the Fae loved to play tricks on other species -- and stepped forward, out into the frigid, snowy night.
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