The Demon’s Fire Blood Coven Series Book 2 by T. M. Smith - Paranormal Romance - When fire meets ice, romance sizzles.
Guest PostWhat Drives My Main Character?by T. M. Smith
Most readers would agree that at the beginning of The Demon’s Fire, book two in the Blood Coven Series, Skyler Maxwell is not likable. But she grows on you. Why? Because of what drives her.
She is haughty and cold toward others, icily efficient, and ambitious. All true. But how could she not be this way? Like all of us, her personality was formed not only by nature but also by nurture.
Skyler’s father was a demanding man who had wanted a son. Instead, fate gave him a daughter, whom he molded into a functioning machine who relied on her head and buried her heart. He created her in his own image, fashioning her life, her career, and even a fiancé. She grew up with no mother, only a stream of uncaring nannies. Not allowed a childhood, she had no parties. No holiday celebrations. No father-daughter dances. No movie night or tuck-me-ins at bedtime. No birthday gifts. No puppies. No kittens. No hugs. No kisses.
Was she grateful for her father’s firm-fisted guidance? She thought she was. Then she meets the fiery Commander Kole, an animus demon. Underneath the St. John’s suits and perfectly coifed hair, the “real” Skyler begins to emerge. She’s funny, caring, loyal, and loving. I don’t know about the reader, but I like her a hell of a lot better.
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Kole sheathed his blade, turned, and offered Skyler his hand. When she placed her pale, trembling fingers in his palm, he drew her close to his body. She raised her chin to stare into his fire-gold eyes.Kole bent toward her, his lips drawing nearer. When his mouth brushed hers, rather than push him away, she opened to him. Kole’s lips pressed hard against hers, his tongue thrusting inside, his exploration wild, hungry.
Skyler gasped, shocked by either the kiss or her response. Her knees weakened, her hands resting on Kole’s warm chest for support. Short bursts of electricity flowed into her, eliciting soft moans as he pulled her tighter against him, his arousal a hard prod at her belly.
When he withdrew, he met her gaze with confusion. He cleared his throat. “Choose, Chief Maxwell. Dermott or me?”
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