Blood and Fire: Paranormal Romance: Blood and Fire, #1

By Deva Long

Rory and Alice were the perfect couple, burning with an almost unlimited passion for each other...until they weren't. It was the kind of love you can't replace...or so Alice thought once it was over all those years ago. 

But when a cryptic message from Rory leads her to meet with him, she doesn't get the mended heart she wants...she gets a bullet in her head and a dead ex-love. 

Left for dead, Alice is rescued by Jacob, a man with his own mission; finding the serial killer that's killing paranormals and humans alike, and stopping them...no matter the cost. 

With every new twist in the kinky conspiracy they uncover, Alice and Jacob are drawn deeper into the depths of corruption and deceit...and deeper into one another along the way, sharing themselves with each other in every way possible, and in every place imaginable. 

There's nothing more dangerous than two people with nothing left to lose and no rules left to be broken. With sex, death and love on the line, they may find answers, they may find Rory's killer, and they may find a white-hot passion they could never have imagined...but they may also find that not everyone will make it out alive. 
 

This is book one of a three part paranormal romance novel filled with action, adventure, suspense, and steamy/kinky hot scenes!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deva Long
• Release date: Jan 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524212889

Book preview

Skin on Skin

Alice Sangerman

Rory Emris. His thin, poetic face in the pouring rain, his long hair wet and his eyes shining, brought old memories crashing over Alice Sangerman like a sudden tsunami. Rory had been a boy when they took refuge in the back woods town of Warm Springs, Oregon, many years ago. He grew into a man before her. He had loved Alice and she loved him back.

Now he’s here and somethings wrong.

Trouble clouded his adorable eyes.

I know a way to get past that.

Her whole body ached with longing to feel his skin on hers again. Alice rushed forward and crashed into her former lover.

Rory, she whispered. Years have gone by.

She put her forehead to his.

He pulled back, Alice, I have to tell—.

Alice put her finger over his lips, cutting him off. Ssh. Whatever it is, we’ll talk about it. First say hi to me.

Her mouth crushed down over his and he responded, his sensuous lips opening and his tongue seeking hers. His body warmed her and she drew open his leather coat and pressed herself against his man-hard chest. Rory wrapped his arms around her, creating a warm space there by the pouring water, in the drizzling rain.

You, Alice, he said into her hair. It’s always been you.

She melted deeper into him and the rain, the roaring waterfall, the wet spruce forest tang, all faded into the sound of Rory’s pounding heart and the warm spice smell of his chest. The foggy parking lot with the picnic bench and the overhanging evergreen trees became a new planet that only the two of them shared.

Thick boughs overhung the picnic bench and the wooden table top waited, still dry in the center. Rory inclined his chin in that direction and the pair kept close and warm in the makeshift tent of his jacket.

In the twilight from the street lamp, they kissed again.

Rory pulled away, Whenever we get together and start doing this….

Alice shushed him. You said it. ‘Whenever’. It’s inevitable.

We don’t have to be young and stupid, Alice. Rory’s eyebrows drew together sternly.

Alice cupped his cheek. Sweet Rory, we have to be young. She kissed him again, long and deep and did not let up. Heat rose between them, driving out the pervasive Oregon chill.

Alice placed Rory’s hand on her breast. Never had Rory been so alluring as he was this night soaked by the drifting mist.

I’ve got to tell you something. It’s bad—, Rory said between sodden kisses.

We’re hours from anywhere, Rory and both our cars are too small. You remember how to do it in the rain, don’t you?

Being near you, being here, I can’t hold back. Alice, my love… Again her mouth crashed down on his, merging his protests into the night sounds. Roaring water, rustling trees, and cicadas beating out their mating dance, combined into a symphony just for them. Alice reached her hand between his legs and found his willing member there. I think you can, she whispered in his ear.

Rory gave in and took over. He pulled Alice forward and started kissing her like lovers kiss, deep and long. He pulled Alice’s body into his, rubbing his hardness on her mist-dampened thigh. The wind howled and a distant owl cried.

She rubbed him through his zipper, and then opened it. Rory’s solid shaft banged out of its hiding place and into her warm hand. She stroked it a few times, then got down on the damp seat of the picnic table and took him into her mouth.

Rain dripped down from the trees over Alice’s shoulders and down her arms. Lights passed on the road below, and a car might turn into the little park at any time. Alice focused on the task before her: Rory’s penis rising like a holy tower, with beads of water running down its velvety sides. She licked one off, then then the other, then plunged his full length into her mouth.

Alice, Rory moaned and his words vibrated through his body to the head she sucked in now. Sexual heat flooded through her, the old demon she never could control, taking over her brain with a red lust fog.

Rory’s hands grabbed her head and he thrust into her mouth. His velvety glans shoved into the back of her throat and she opened herself for him.

He pulled free and laid Alice down on the damp table. Your turn. Returning to familiar paths from years ago, Rory’s fingers walked up her hips and pulled her jean shorts and panties down and past her ankles in one smooth move. Alice lifted herself up to his waiting lips and he kissed her dripping sex as she reclined on the table. Hello beautiful, he moaned to her source and she thrilled to his words. He kissed her gently, up and down her slit. Then with more vigor he licked her with his tongue. His right hand reached up her chest and under her soaking blouse and rubbed her nipple through her thin bra.

Eat me, Rory, stop teasing, Alice moaned. As if to emphasize her words a gust of wind blew at the same time, showering them with droplets from the overhanging spruce.

Their conjoined heat fought back the chill, and steam rose from their exposed skin. Rory responded to her command without hesitation, engulfing her valley with his mouth. Rory sucked and stuck his tongue into her sopping folds at the same time.

One of his fingers probed her and Alice relaxed, letting herself open. Rory had the most amazing fingers, he played her parts like he played guitar, and she wanted him to start. Every stroke fought back the rain, the cold wind, the empty place in her soul he’d left.

His first knuckle pushed into her, then his second. She felt them pop through her lips and slide up her tunnel. His tongue kept up a steady beat on her nubbin, sending waves of fire up her body, burning off the rain. Her fingers scratched on the mossy picnic table top and the idea of people eating here where she was being eaten, yesterday and maybe tomorrow, sent a thrilling spike of desire shooting up her spine.

Rory, I want you inside me now, she cried.

He rose up dripping from her source and gave her a look that asked, On the table?

Giving him a ‘get up here now’ stare, Alice grabbed his shoulders and pulled. Rory caught on quickly and climbed up, resting his elbows on either side of her. She reached down to grab him but he followed a familiar path and already had a condom out in his right hand.

Like a magician he folded it on without looking away from her eyes, and then he eased himself into her dripping canyon. He kissed her gently as he thrust inside her and she sucked his tongue into her mouth.

Alice, he moaned and she moaned wordlessly back, her tongue dancing over his.

The old table creaked as he thrust into her and she thrust back. Alice put her hands up over her head imagining she was tied. Holding himself with one strong arm Rory reached down between them and rubbed her nubbin as he thrust.

Alice opened herself and pushed back against his solid manhood and his skillful fingers. She cried out in a wordless babble that ended with his name. The night, the dark, the owls and cicadas, the rain, it all faded into one beautiful symphony for Alice as she came in rolling waves. Alice grabbed Rory’s beautiful head and brought her lips to his ear, nibbling and sucking on it and whispering, Come for me, come for me now.

Her words shoved him over the edge and his face went rigid like the statue of an angel. His muscles stood out and he roared her name into the night. His rigid member pulsed inside her, sending her over a second precipice of her own. Alice brought her lips to his and they moaned into each other as the waves of bliss slowly faded.

The wind kicked up again and dumped a fresh load of cool spruce-scented pearls onto Alice’s exposed flesh.

It’s good to see you again, my friend, she whispered. Why has it been so long?

Rory moved a drenched lock out of her eyes, I missed you. I wanted to see you, to be with you, but I couldn’t stay hidden here in the mountains. Not while the McAllister’s plan their evil things in the shadows.

We can’t leave the shadows, Rory. The world would die from the shock of us.

That’s your father speaking. There’s always a way to move forward Alice, we don’t have to run and hide. His eyes hid something as he said not to hide.

Why are you here, Rory? She asked again.

A stronger gust shook the branches above, this time sending a drenching sheet of cold drops onto them.

Rory’s sought the source of the downpour. We should move or we’ll drown here. He smiled.

He’s not going to tell me now, Alice sighed. He’ll tell me in time, now that he’s back.

A few minutes later they’d helped each other dress and dry off as much as they could.

Alice ran her eyes over Rory’s slim frame.

Thinner than he had been.

I have a blanket and a jacket in my car. She moved to get them but Rory put his hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him.

A Gift in the Night

Rory Emris

Alice, I need you to trust me. This won’t make sense… They had moved closer to the spillway, and Rory had to shout to hear himself above the roar of the river.

Alice shrugged. It would be nice if something made sense for a change.

I know. You must think I’ve gone crazy, calling you with a saying from when I was a kid.

She cupped his damp, warm cheek with her palm. And I thought you just missed me.

Of course I missed you, my love. Fear and despair crashed through him again. The fear from before, from the thing chasing him. Alice’s magic had made him forget Callan Grant for a time.

But that time was over.

I have to give you something. Rory took the gift and pressed it into Alice’s hand. My dad’s dead, Alice. He gave me this. I need you to take it.

Guilt filled Rory. Many years ago, Alice had made it clear she wanted no more of the backstabbing, violence, and lies their families had lived with for so long. Alice had taken Rory away with her then to the green wilds of central Oregon to get them both away.

I don’t want a gift from your father, Rory. I just want you.

You can’t hide from your past any more, Alice. I’m really sorry, Rory choked as he spoke the words.

If she takes the necklace, it’s going to drag her right back into all that.

Alice held up the item, her eyebrows rising. This is beautiful, Rory. Is it a dragon?

It holds a story that needs to be told. Please, bring the dragon into the light, Rory whispered.

Out of the darkness, another voice spoke, deep and harsh. It is beautiful. And you need to give it to me!

A man with black hair emerged from the foggy spray on the other side of Alice’s Volkswagen. He held a huge gun at arm’s length, weaving it back and forth between them like a dancing cobra. Alice shoved the silvery dragon necklace into the pocket of her shorts and spun to face the unwelcome newcomer.

Alice is going to take him on! She probably thinks this is just some drink-addled backcountry mugger. Callan would be armed with a weapon that could kill Rory. Silver bullets, explosive. It might even be able to kill Alice, despite the power of her special blood. Rory needed to do something, or Callan would murder Alice, take the dragon, and do what he wanted to do with Rory.

He’s going to do that, anyway.

Yelling, Callan, stop! Rory reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his cell phone, and pointed it as if it were a gun. Callan spun to face Rory, and then the black oval hole at the tip of Callan’s pistol turned round as it pointed between Rory’s eyes.

A bright red flame flashed, several sharp cracks split the night, and then Rory Emris saw nothing at all.

Callan Grant

As Rory reached for a gun, Callan’s training took over, and without allowing for thought, his finger pulled the trigger of his big revolver. Callan rolled his shoulders with the recoil, rapid-firing three silver-filled hollow-point bullets into Rory’s head at close range. Blood and gore exploded, making a glowing fog in the harsh glare of the lights. At the same time, Rory’s friend leaped up onto the rail along the spillway to get around the Beetle.

In the light, Callan recognized her. I killed her already! Yet