Naomi dreams of a sexual partner who will leave her sated and tired between the sheets but with no strings attached. When she falls ill, a crystal-blue-eyed stranger saves her. His gentle commands sweep her to sexual heights with magic only a fire in winter could create, and leave her wishing for a long, frost-filled season.
“I always thought you were a myth.”
“Most people do.”
“Where do you come from? Where do you go when spring arrives?”
“I was born into this world just like you, but the Creator had some unusual plans for me.” He tossed the orb into the air. It burst into snowflakes that drifted across the porch. “When warm weather returns, I go north until it is cool enough to suit me.”
“This is incredible. How can you be everywhere when autumn arrives?”
His deep laughter rang out across the snowy lawn. “There are others like myself in this world.”
She crossed her arms, the cold seeping through her coat. “You said you needed a different kind of warmth and that I can help you.”
“Passion is the warmth I need. It fuels my magic and keeps me from turning into ice forever.”
He cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb over her lips. Instantly, she wanted him, needed him thrusting into her.
“Your hunger for a lover called to me, Naomi.”