Temptation by Fire by Tiffany Allee
Publisher: Entangled Ignite
Length: 200 pages
Release date: December 30, 2013
Visions of death haunt her . . .
Ava Keller sees the future. When she suffers a horrifying vision of a man’s violent death, she knows from experience nothing she does will stop it from becoming a reality. But when she meets a strong, broken man, he makes her want to believe in second chances.
Vengeance consumes him . . .
Tortured by his past, Karson has worked tirelessly to wreak vengeance on the demons who murdered his family. But when Ava inadvertently disrupts his intricate plan for revenge, his focus shifts to an all-consuming need to keep her alive and in his arms.
Love could save their souls . . .
Thrown together by fate, Ava and Karson explore their new feelings and discover hope for the future. But they must battle the demons threatening humanity to find a destiny worthy of their love.
About the Author:
CPA-turned-romance-author Tiffany Allee used to battle spreadsheets in Corporate America, and now concentrates on her characters’ battles to find love. Raised in small-town Colorado, Tiffany currently lives in Phoenix, AZ, by way of Chicago and Denver. She is happily married to a secret romantic who tolerates her crazy mutterings.
She writes about ass-kicking heroines and the strong heroes who love them. Her work includes the suspense-driven From the Files of the Otherworlder Enforcement Agency series which revolves around a group of paranormal cops solving crimes and finding love, and Don’t Bite the Bridesmaid, a lighthearted paranormal romance (Entangled Publishing).
Tiffany has an MBA in accounting and nearly a decade of experience in corporate finance. All super useful stuff for a writer who spends far too much time trying to figure out fun ways to keep her characters apart, and interesting ways to kill people (for her books—of course!).
Excerpt, Karson’s POV:
“Here.” Ava plunked a cup of coffee down in front of me, the liquid so dark that it looked thick enough to cut.
“Did you have to add the tar to this, or did it come already in the can?”
She eyed me levelly. “I’m giving you a chance here, remember?”
“Yes. I also remember rescuing you from a demon’s shadowman. Which hardly gives you reason to poison me with…whatever this is.” A grin touched my lips. I couldn’t seem to stop baiting her.
My grin faded. “Demons like Thomas need to be banished from this dimension.”
“Yes. You told me about that.”
“How do you think they’re banished?”
Her eyebrows scrunched together. “I hadn’t really thought about it.”
“There are two ways. One way is what you saw in that back room. The other is to chop off their heads. Guess which method offers a small chance of getting back the man whose body the demon inhabits?”
“I’m guessing it’s not the headless option,” she said dryly. Then a dawning horror touched her expression. “Jesus. So you have to what, torture the demon out of a person? Do you light them on fire?”
“God, no. The symbols weaken it. The circle of salt and candles help to keep it confined during the exorcism. And the burning sensation you experienced in your vision…well, during the latter part of the exorcism, their bodies sort of burn from the inside out. It doesn’t really create much smoke or a real active fire, but from their perspective…”
“It would feel like being burned alive.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier just to chop off their heads?” Her tone suggested a breezy question, but her eyes watched me carefully. As if weighing me based on how I answered her question.
“Yes. But if I wanted an easy job, I’d do something—hell, anything—other than this. And—”
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
“Are you aware your tattoos move?”
“They appear to move when I’m drawing power through them, but it’s basically an optical illusion caused by the magic.” Not exactly true, but the truth was complicated magical bullshit that I didn’t even fully understand. Or give much thought to.
“You know that’s freaking weird, right?”
“Yep.” I sipped the coffee and—just barely—kept from gagging.
“Why do you do this?”
“My reasons are my own.” That’s all there was to be said about that. And it wasn’t debatable.
She seemed to sense that needling wouldn’t get me to talk about that particular subject, and she got up from where she’d sat on the chair across from the couch.
“Are you hungry?” She walked to the small kitchen table and picked up her cell phone. “I think I’ll order a pizza.”
I needed to hammer a warning into her head and get the hell out of here. Come up with a new plan to get Thomas. I knew that. But for some reason, I couldn’t make myself leave. Hell, I didn’t want to leave. “Sure, just don’t get anything weird on it.”
“Weird? Such as?”
“You know. Vegetables.”
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