New Release today! REKINDLED FIRE, includes my first witch story!

New Release today! Included: “Love Power” – my first witch story!

REKINDLED FIRE Anthology
Edited by Elle Amery

Rekindled Fire traces the stories of ten couples who lose each other, only to find their way back together once again. The love stories here contain two unifying elements: profound love and erotic, passionate heat. Whether the story is contemporary or features magic, vampires or shape shifting; whether it involves spanking, bondage, or simply pure, unadulterated sex; or whether the couples have been torn apart for several months or one hundred years; one question remains the same: Will these former lovers be able to rekindle the flame of love?

Contributing Authors:

Angela CameronRekindled Fire
Amber Hipple
Jen Bluekissed
Vanessa Vaughn
K. Ann Karlsson
Nini Richou
Cora Zane
Janne Lewis
Louisa Bacio
Elle Amery

ISBN:  978-1-60777-214-9
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Love Power by Angela Cameron

“I can’t believe I’ll be at Tulane tomorrow.” Isabell rolled onto her side, readjusting so her ribs didn’t push so hard against the planks beneath her. She eased closer to the bare, muscular chest of Taylor Wyndham, keenly aware of the heat generated by Wynd’s body. Water sloshed with the movement, lapping the wood below the deck.

She shivered, but it wasn’t from the climate. Nothing was wrong with the weather. The sky was bright with a million stars, and even the nightingale was singing in the forest across the water. The day had been a scorcher, and even in shorts and a tank top, lying on the dock, the humid summer night was far too hot for chills. A gentle wind came off Wyndham Lake, blowing over the length of her body and cooling her skin where the beads of sweat were exposed. But the breeze wasn’t what had caused her to shiver. The chill was inside her, twisting her gut.

Wynd pulled her tighter and wrapped his heavy arm around her waist. “It won’t be that bad.”

“It’s too far.”

“We’ll talk every night if you want.”

“It never works, Wynd. You know that.” Isabell buried her face into the soft cotton of his shirt, letting the scent of his skin fill her nose. She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears that threatened. “What if you get lonely?”

“I’ll call.”

Calls weren’t what she meant. He had to know that. If there was one thing that Taylor Wyndham wasn’t, it was stupid.

Wynd sighed and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Issie, and no one will ever make me forget.”

That first stupid tear streaked down the side of her face. He just didn’t get it. That silly romantic in him was the thing that she both loved and hated. It made him naïve. He always saw the happy ending for them and ignored all the other, more probable endings.

“Are you crying?” He pulled her face toward his.

The wind picked up, blowing the sweet scent of honeysuckle between them and tossing auburn strands of her hair into her face. Wynd’s emotions surged, the energy forcing the wind around them the way it always did when he was feeling particularly protective.

Isabell stared up into those blue-gray eyes and felt her heart start to swell again. It was almost magical, the way it always happened. First she’d look into his eyes. Then those colors would move and sparkle. Next thing, she’d feel like her heart was going to explode with love. Wynd was the most beautiful thing in the world, right down to that scar over his right eye from the fight he’d had with Harrison Gray in tenth grade after Harrison had made the mistake of grabbing her ass.

That was the first day she kissed Wynd—the first day she’d kissed anyone. She couldn’t resist: he was just so adorable with that bandage over his eye and his scraped knuckles. He insisted on walking her home down the path that led through the forest between their houses. Then there, next to where the stream fell off the hillside in a little waterfall, he kissed her. It was too perfect.

The kiss, and the burst of emotion it brought, was apparently all he’d needed to spark that magic inside him. She’d known about his family’s ability, and had eagerly waited along with Wynd for the day his would show. Wynd had been a late bloomer, at least by his family’s

standards. Most of the men in his family got their power at thirteen, but Wynd’s hadn’t come until that day. Still, it had been worth the wait. He was more powerful than anyone in three generations, according to his mother. That much had been evident in the way the wind had whipped through the tree, lightning had cracked through the sky, and the warm rain poured down on them.

It was the best kiss of her life, but it was the beginning of Wynd’s public persecution. Once his power started, he hadn’t been able to stop the magic when he was angry, hurt, or even when he just saw her. Many in their town suspected he had powers beyond what they could comprehend. Most were afraid of what he could do.

Wynd stroked her face again and she gave him a chaste kiss, whispering, “I don’t want to leave you.”

“I’m not letting you stay here, darlin’.” Wynd blinked, his long black lashes brushing against his cheekbones. “They saw your talent. Not everyone gets a free ride for four years. And you’ll be the first Carlisle with a degree. It’s too big for you to pass up.” He moved closer, almost touching her lips. “Besides, I’m yours, and a few years aren’t going to change anything.” Wynd grabbed her hand and toyed with the antique diamond engagement ring he’d given her just after graduation. “When you’re done with school, we’ll put that other ring on your finger.”

His breath was so sweet, and his olive skin so warm, like always. Isabell leaned toward him, but Wynd pulled away.

“Come with me,” she whispered.

“You know I can’t. I don’t have much time with Mom. Maybe a year.”

Joan Wyndham was too sick to go anywhere, but it seemed as if the cancer had always been a shadow looming over their relationship. Wynd had even missed taking Isabell to her

senior prom because he was sitting in the ER with his mother. But she couldn’t complain. Wouldn’t. He couldn’t help her illness any more than Joan could. There were three other brothers who could help take care of her. Wynd just wouldn’t let anyone else do it.

Isabell’s shoulders sagged under the weight of her guilt. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just—”

“Scared. Don’t be.” His lips brushed hers. “I should be worried about you. You’ll be in another state, at a college . . . with Harrison. I’m the one who should be scared.” Wynd pulled back a little. “Harrison’s after you. He’s always been after you. With me out of the way, he’ll come at you full bore. He’s a jealous jerk.”

“He’s a friend,” Isabell responded.

“A jealous jerk of a friend, maybe.”

“He doesn’t stand a chance. You’re much hotter.” She giggled.

“Hmm. Same here.” Wynd’s lips brushed hers again. He was so close that her heart was racing. “You’re the one, Issie. Nobody else.”

No one had to tell her that millions of boyfriends promised such things to their girlfriends each year. She knew how young romances went. Still, she couldn’t stop her eyes from slipping shut when his mouth finally landed on hers.

Wynd kissed her with a gentle precision that made it seem as if he was born to do nothing but this. His lips were too soft, his mouth too skilled. It always made her mind turn to mush. Especially when his hand slipped under her shirt, pushing against the cup of her bra like it was doing now.

Isabell pulled back, gasping for breath. “Are you trying to get me in trouble?”

“Your mom said I could keep you out all night as long as you weren’t a bitch to her on the trip tomorrow.” Wynd leaned down, burying his head in the arch of her neck.

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Handcuffs or Fangs? How about both?

Blood & Sex, Vol. 2: Jonas is out today!!!

 

Jonas Luciano is the new owner of The Dungeon, a newly renovated, vampire-themed bondage and blood club. He also has his hands full protecting Michael, the new padrone of the Italian vampiro cosca in Collins Bay, Florida. He is perfectly content to carry out Michael’s orders and scramble the brain of anyone who threatens their safety. But

Blood & Sex, Vol. 2: Jonas by Angela Cameron

Blood & Sex, Vol. 2: Jonas by Angela Cameron

protecting Tori, Michael’s drop-dead sexy new compagna, is proving dangerous to his self-control. His lust becomes more powerful every night he is with her…


Dr. Elena Jensen is an immunohematologist with DIACorp, the world’s leading medical research facility. Poised to culminate her life’s work, she’s on the eve of a speech to announce the groundbreaking discovery of a new immune system booster for humans that will revolutionize the medical industry (and the lives of every human on earth).


Elena and Jonas’s worlds couldn’t be farther apart.


But when the Council discovers a plot to kidnap Elena and the formula, Jonas jumps at the chance to become her guardian angel- and get away from his family. Will Jonas manage to protect Elena from the Bureau without breaking the Alleanza?

 

Or will Elena’s obstinacy be enough to drive the dominating beast out of the shadows?

 

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Blood and Sex, Volume 2: Jonas
by Angela Cameron


* Publish Date: 2009-03-03
* ISBN:  978-1-60777-133-3
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Get the New Blood & Sex Book!

BLOOD & SEX, Vol. 2: JONAS

Will release March 3 from Ravenous Romance

Here’s a little inside information about the book…

Jonas Luciano is the new owner of The Dungeon, a newly renovated, vampire themed, bondage and blood club. He also has his hands full protecting  Michael, the new padrone of the Italian vampiro cosca  in Collins Bay, Florida. He is perfectly content to carry out Michael’s orders and scramble the brain of anyone who threatens their safety, but protecting the Tori, Michael’s new compagna, without indulging his lusts is proving more hopeless by the night.

Dr. Elena Jensen is an immunohematologist with DIACorp, the world’s leading medical research facility. Because of her life’s work, she’s on the eve of a speech to announce the groundbreaking discovery of a new immune system booster for humans that will revolutionize the medical industry (and the lives of ever human on earth) with supernatural healing abilities.

Elena and Jonas’s worlds couldn’t be farther apart.

But when the Council discovers a plot to kidnap Elena and the formula, Jonas jumps at the chance to become her guardian angel— and get away from his family.

Will Jonas manage to protect her from the Bureau without breaking the Alleanza?

Or will Elena’s obstinacy be enough to drive the dominating beast out of the shadows?

I will be conducting contests and interviews on the release day, so keep reading for all the details.

Writer’s Separation Anxiety

You know that sick feeling you get when you’ve spent a lot of time with someone you really enjoy, but now you’ve got to leave them indefinitely? It’s almost the same as being homesick. Well, I have it…but over a character.

I’m wrapping up the second novel in the Blood & Sex series, and I’m finding that I have a severe case of separation anxiety. Jonas and his new love have been such entertaining people to spend time with. I’ve enjoyed writing his story and watching them fall in love. As always, that fratello has taken me to some pretty kinky places and shown me things beyond what I could have imagined. He’s so fascinating and such a strong personality that throughout the story, I found that I was dreaming about him. I would wake up and couldn’t wait to write more, just so that I could see him. Talk about a case of writer’s schizophrenia!

Now, I’m finishing the edits and still writing about him here and there. It’s new stuff that has nothing to do with his romance with Elena. It won’t even be in the books, but I can’t stop. He’s insatiable. I thought that he just enjoyed watching me drool. But now I’m starting to wonder if he’s going to make room for the third hero. Michael was fun, but by the time I was done with Michael’s first draft, Jonas was standing around, tapping his foot, and occasionally flashing a set of handcuffs and a lascivious grin in my direction. The third hero is quiet, not quite the flirt that Jonas is.

I think I’m going to have to strap Jonas into some of his bondage equipment and leave him there while I spend a little time with bachelor number three.

Until tomorrow…

Angie