DANTE’S FIRE by Jennifer Probst
August 26th, 2014
It’s Time To Meet A New Kind Of Hero...
Dante Stark has a dark secret--a legacy left to him by his father which is both a blessing and a curse. A traumatic experience as a small boy gave him special powers of healing, but it comes with a price. Destined to wander the world alone to heal others, he's accepted his fate. Until Selina Rogers forces him to confront his deepest fears, erotic desires, and question his capacity to love.
Selina Rogers has made a name for herself at Inferno Enterprises. She's tough, confident and prepared to succeed. She's also built a world she believes is safe, until she's attacked and then saved by a masked stranger. As he helps her heal physically and emotionally, she becomes fascinated by his overwhelming power and gentle touch. Determined to show Dante the love he's been denying himself, Selina surrenders her heart, and dreams of a future with the mysterious man who completes her.
But will his dark legacy destroy them...or save them both...
Her husky laugh stroked his ears and tightened his jeans. “Don’t be a music snob. La Boheme at the Met was beautiful.”
He rolled his eyes. “Who died at the end?”
She shook her head. “Someone always dies in great operas. It correlates the tragedy and beauty of life, reminding us of our mortality.”
“It’s called depressing. A bunch of string instruments putting you to sleep, listening to a foreign language while you take bets on who’s gonna die? That’s beautiful?”
Her brow arched. “And heavy metal assaulting your ears while screaming about sex, drugs and rock and roll is better?”
God, he loved their discussions. Her sharp intellect and wicked humor always shined through. No wonder she was flying toward partnership. She was able to argue with the best, yet make the person feel valued for his opinion. His lips curved in a half smile of admiration. “Hell, yes. It’s kind of like boxing. You have a bad day, listen to some metal, and all your angst disappears.”
“A good cry is just as important.”
“But less fun.”
She laughed again. “Maybe. I guess we agree on one thing. Music--in any form--is important. It instills passion.”
His gaze darkened. “As do other pleasurable things.”
Her jeweled eyes flared, and he grit his teeth as the surge of sexual energy crested once again. Crap. He shouldn’t have spoken to her like that. They bantered, flirted lightly, but rarely uttered any sexual challenge, knowing the lines could not be crossed. She’d never date a mailroom guy. She wore designer suites, attended the opera and feasted at five star restaurants. She was going for full partnership at Inferno Enterprises. The entire office would laugh at her if she’d dare be seen with the likes of him. Still, the flash of hunger on her face told him she felt the same kick of energy between them.
Dante wished he were the man to bring her that type of passion. He wondered if she was sexually satisfied. Wondered if she pleasured herself late at night to some fantasy of the perfect male figure in her life. Wondered if he got the chance to take her to bed if he’d ever be able to let her go.
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22587388-dante-s-fire
Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.
She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.
She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon's Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at www.jenniferprobst.com.
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