Fire and Ice
Fire and Ice
Theona is attracted to dominant men. She likes when a man knows what he wants and takes it. Will wants Theona and will do what is necessary to have her. But is it love, or manipulation?
Excerpt:
She had nearly forgotten her aggravation with Will Wilson when she found him leaning against her car holding another bouquet of Fire and Ice roses. She paused long enough to register lingering attraction, then turned around to lock up the store.
Facing him again, she couldn’t seem to summon the anger she once had. “I should be mad at you,” she began. “When did you get back in town?”
He looked at her appraisingly. “Should be... does that mean you’re not?”
Theona walked toward him. “I was. Quite a bit actually. You overstepped, Will.” She tried to ignore the sculpted muscle visible in the open neck of his button down.
“I brought you a peace offering,” he said, holding out the flowers.
“Why do you choose these?” she couldn’t help asking as she accepted them. “There must be others easier to come by.”
“I don’t mind a little effort to get what I want.” His penetrating stare made it clear he wasn’t just talking about the flowers. “And they remind me of you.”
“Oh? How does a rose remind you of me?” she asked, intrigued.
He stepped closer, until the flowers were all that separated them. “They are the perfect blend of virtue and passion.”
“I’m not so virtuous,” she breathed, tilting her face toward his.
Will grinned down at her. “There is a difference between having virtue and being chaste.”
Their lips were a whisper apart, neither making the move to join them.
“I’ve made dinner. It’s waiting at my place.” He announced this with the complete confidence she would accept.
Author’s Note:
I've always loved Fire and Ice roses. They were even in my wedding bouquet! Their combination of dark and light was the perfect metaphor for the relationship between Theona and Will.
Also found in Grim Secrets: Tales of Murder, Manipulation, and Loss.
