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“Hot enough to make the pages smoke.”
Fallen Angel Reviews
It’s beyond passion…
It’s a wildfire!
He wanted all of her…
Vic Savian knows what he wants when he sees it. And what he wants is his sexy neighbor, Niall Chandler. So when he sees her in the hallway of their building being harassed by an aggressive suitor, Vic makes his move—and finds himself greatly rewarded…
And did she ever let him have it…
Sleeping with her gorgeous neighbor—when she didn’t even know his last name—was the craziest thing Niall’s ever done. Now, she can’t seem to get enough of Vic—or the uninhibited passion he stirs in her. Suddenly, with his help, she’s opening to sensual pleasures she’s never known before. But when Niall’s past comes back to haunt her, will she and Vic let themselves venture beyond the bedroom and explore the possibility of love that’s in their hearts?
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Niall smiled a moment later as she glanced around his living room while he moved about in the kitchen.
“I see we have the same decorator,” she said through the little window over the counter that overlooked the kitchen. She heard the anxious tremor in her voice and admonished herself for it. Just because she had agreed to have a drink didn’t mean that she was going to sleep with him—a complete stranger.
His dark brown hair fell down over his brow as he bent to retrieve a bottle from a lower shelf. When he stood, her gaze brushed appreciatively across his ridged abdomen, the sweep of his wide shoulders and the hard, defined muscles of his upper arm. Most of the men that she knew would have put on a shirt in this situation. But Niall was glad that he didn’t.He was such a beautiful, sinuous male animal that it seemed a shame to cover his body.
He never responded to her attempt at small talk but Niall found that his silence didn’t make her feel awkward like she might have guessed it would. When he handed her a glass through the window she held it up in a brief salute and took a drink. Her sensual appreciation of the taste must have shown on her face because he gave a small smile before he took a swallow of his own. Heat expanded in Niall’s lower belly at the sight of the muscular movement of his throat.
“You approve,” he stated rather than asked.
Niall blinked. Had he been reading her mind? A modicum of common sense returned to her however, and she realized that he’d been referring to the liquor, not his beautiful body.
“I don’t drink much but when I do, I’m a scotch drinker. This happens to be my favorite brand,” Niall said. She realized that her voice had become unintentionally husky as she stared at his mouth. His upper front tooth slightly overlapped the one next to it. She thought of what it would feel like to run her tongue over that sexy little imperfection and then wondered how many women he encountered ever day had the exact same fantasy.
She forced her eyes away from the sight of him and transferred her gaze to the windows. It unnerved her, this strong, unprecedented physical reaction he had on her. She felt awkward and foolish, like a gangly teenage girl.
She took a deep, uneven breath and tried to focus on what she saw.
His apartment faced east, granting him a spectacular panoramic view of Chicago. The lights of the high-rises shimmered in the black, winding river. The Riverview Towers offered their residents every luxury and convenience, a concierge, a dry cleaner, grocery delivery, shopping, and a centralized location in downtown Chicago. Residents and the corporations for which they worked paid sky high prices for the flexibility and conveniences of the apartments. But to Niall the temporary residences felt depressingly sterile. She longed for the stability of a home again.
“So what’s your excuse for staying in this god-awful place?” she asked him when he came around the corner into the living room. She glanced up when he leaned his hip against the counter next to where she sat on a stool.
“I’m working in the city for a while. I sleep here Tuesday through Thursday night and drive home on Friday.”
“To the suburbs?” Niall asked as she took another sip of scotch. With him standing and her sitting, her eye level was at his chest. His nipples were dark brown and even more erect than she’d speculated when he was feet away from her instead of inches. She inhaled slowly and the male scent that she recalled all too well from sharing the elevator with him filled her senses, more subtle, but nevertheless more potent than the fumes of the scotch.
The desire that he’d awakened in her reared its head, causing a shimmering sensation of heat to spread along her tailbone, only to surge and swell at her sex, liquefying her in a matter of seconds.
His singular gray eyes flickered down to her lap when she stirred restlessly on her stool.
“I have a farm downstate,” he stated gruffly after a moment. “You?”
She blinked. “Oh…I’m waiting for my condominium to be finished. Hopefully I’ll be out of here in a month or two but they keep putting me off.” She shrugged and gave a shaky laugh. “It could be worse. I work downtown at the Chicago Metropolitan Museum of Fine Art so Riverview Towers are convenient. If it weren’t for the fact that I feel like I live in a beige and white nightmare things would be great,” she added with a chuckle.
“What’s your name?”
She paused in her mirth. “Oh, sorry. I’m Niall. Niall Chandler.”
She started to put out her hand for a friendly handshake but paused in surprise when he began to laugh. “What’s so funny?” she asked in amazement.
He set down his drink on the counter as he stilled his mirth. “Your name. You’re the most feminine thing I’ve ever seen in my life and you’ve got a boy’s name.”
Niall inhaled sharply. He usually was so terse and impassive. It unsettled her to hear him compliment her—for that was undoubtedly what it had been, given the warm, husky tone of his deep voice.
Her anxiety mounted when he took her glass from her stiff hand and set it next to his on the counter.
His hand rose to cradle her chin, lifting her face until she met his gaze. Niall’s pulse throbbed madly at her throat when she saw the heat in his gray eyes as they fixed on her mouth.
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way…” His head dropped slowly. “Let’s get down to the good stuff Niall.”
Read the Reviews
“IF YOU’RE WANTING A TENSION-FILLED SIZZLER, YOU’VE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE!”
Fallen Angel Review
“ONE OF THE BEST EROTIC ROMANCES I’VE EVER READ.”
All About Romance
“NEARLY SINGED MY EYEBROWS.”
Kery brings her characters to life with her descriptive prose and realistic dialogue. I held my breath as they came together in some of the sexiest love scenes I have read this year.
5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies
Kery gives readers beautifully written prose with amazingly descriptive sex scenes. But be warned — this is a very sensual tale. The well-crafted characters are full of raw emotions that are right on the page for the reader to experience.
4 stars from Romantic Times
WICKED BURN is scorching hot! I was held spellbound and truly mesmerized by the feelings this book invoked in me. Even now, hours later, I can still see Vic and Niall in my head and feel the emotions they felt. If you only read one book in December, make it WICKED BURN. If this novel is any indication of Beth Kery’s writing ability, I can honestly say she is definitely an author to watch!
5 Book Marks: Wild on Books
This is a poignant contemporary romance starring two scarred lovers who have demons from past relationships. Beth Kery provides a deep angst-laden tale filled with real characters wanting much more out of life, though lessons learned have led to settling for much less.
5 Stars from Genre Go Round
This is a story that readers will not be able to forget, especially fans of brooding, alpha heroes.
Recommended Read, Romance Novel News
I loved reading every second of it.
Grade A- from Romance Book Forums
The erotic scenes Beth Kery crafted for Niall and Vic are nuclear-grade hot…
USA Today Happy Ever After Blog
I definitely enjoy this author’s voice.
B from Smexy Books
“A remarkable tale that mesmerizes to the core.”
5 Stars from the Romance Studio