Kiss Of Smoke Book Novels & Stories

The prairie is every bit as dangerous as the sea, and here, sharks hide in every shadow. The scent of smoke hits my lungs, and I slow, lifting my head to take a deep breath. Something is on fire. I come to a stop and inhale a few more times. The scent of burning timber registers. This isn’t a grass fire. It smells like the forest after a lightning strike. But there is no forest near us. It has to be a structure fire. Another whiff brings the milder scent of burning leather–and then a fainter note of fur and flesh. “What is that?” Kan asks through the mind-link.

H 41 Sienna. The kettle whistled loudly, almost getting my attention, but I ignored it, flicking the last of the dried rose petals into the teacup. Isabella was sprawled across my couch, one socked foot hanging off the edge, flipping lazily through one of those trashy romance novels she pretended not to love. “You gonna get that?” she asked without looking up. “I’m dramatically finishing the aesthetic,” I replied, sliding the cup toward her. She accepted it with mock reverence. “You’re a goddess.”

He seems to be unaware of his surroundings. Anyone who will be able to see him right now can't help themselves to fall for this immortal. His long lashes hood his eyes looking like they captured the whole universe. His sharp and proud nose. His soft but red lips always invite for a kiss. His long dark brown locks are carelessly flowing down. His neck and protruding Adam's apple somehow moved downwards and went back again to their position. Then he turned to me and it felt like something crashed into an invisible wall and hit me somewhere where it was fatal.

The bookshop smelled like aged paper and quiet. Like someone had taken all the noise out of the world and stored it between these walls. Lena stood in the doorway with Dominic's hand on her back, and she couldn't move forward. A woman stood behind the counter, reading. She looked up when the bell chimed. Her eyes—dark brown, sharp, familiar in a way that made Lena's entire body go numb—met hers across the room. She knew. Without introductions. Without explanations. She knew.

Kael’s hand tightened slightly on her arm. “Look at me,” he said. She did. And for a moment, everything else faded. The fire. The war. The threat. Just his voice. Just his presence. “Hold it,” he said. “I’m trying” “Try harder.” Her teeth clenched. Her body shook. But something….Something shifted. The power didn’t explode. It pulsed. The figure’s smile faded slightly. Kael noticed. And his voice dropped. “That’s it.” Lira’s breathing slowed.

And then, without warning, he kissed me. It was raw. Fierce. Possessive. His mouth claimed mine like a storm swallowing the sea, his tongue moving with a hunger that startled me. His lips tasted of smoke, sharp and bitter from the cigarettes he’d been smoking, yet there was something darkly addictive about it, like danger wrapped in desire. The taste of tobacco mixed with his Alpha aura, making the kiss intoxicating, making it impossible not to respond. When he pulled back, his eyes glimmered like embers. “It seems I like you,” he said, licking his lips slowly as if savoring me. His finger traced the curve of my lower lip, sending a shudder down my spine. “And I want you.”

Now, I finally found out — Summer had been attacked that night as well, and Victor’s orders had been: “Save Summer first.” My tears soaked into the paper, smudging his handwriting. “Alright,” I said softly but firmly into the silence. “If my marriage had been a lie all along, I’ll disappear from your life. Forever.” ... Once I made all the arrangements for my departure, I ended the call and put the folder where I had found it. Just then, I caught a familiar whiff of cigarette smoke and instinctively looked up. It was him. Victor walked in, his suit still chilly from the night air. He hugged me from behind, his warm chest pressed against my back. His voice was soft, low, and magnetic. “Why ar

“Curious, Your Highness? Am I not allowed to surprise you?” His lips curled—not quite a smile. More like a warning. “Surprises,” he said, “usually come with a price.”

Bewitched, I leaned toward him, and our lips met first timidly, then with a devouring passion, as if every burning kiss were the breath of life we had long neglected. His hands discovered my nape, my hair, then slid down my back, drawing me toward him with fervent insistence. I clung to his T-shirt, gently pulling him closer still. The heat of our contact ignited a blazing flame within me, every shiver running through my body like a promise of discoveries to come.

The gap between them continued to shrink as their lips merged in a tender, exploratory kiss. The kiss deepened in an instant, passion flaring like a spark to dry tinder. His hand slid around to the back of her neck, holding her with gentle firmness as their mouths moved in perfect harmony. Eva's hand was on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath her palm, matching her own. The world outside that kiss vanished, the bar fading into insignificance. All that mattered was the man in front of her, the heat radiating between them, and the need coiling tighter with every