Get your attention? Cause it did, you naughty people, you. Now, why am I shouting 69? Because that’s all my latest Ellora’s Cave release, Melt With You, costs. Sixty-nine cents. .69c.
So essentially, you’re paying dirty money for dirtiness. Perfection, yes?
Determined to win a bet, Olympic skier Darci Watson is racing down a mountain, victory in sight, when the snowy earth opens beneath her. Crashing into a cavernous underground space, she finds herself face-to-face with a man. Gorgeous. Big. Otherworldly…
For Darci, all bets are off. Being stuck in an ice cavern has never been so hot.
An Exotika® paranormal erotica story from Ellora’s Cave
Publisher’s Note: This story was previously published elsewhere under the title Captive Heat,and has been significantly revised for Ellora’s Cave.
The run was perfect. Powdery-soft, lightly compacted snow, sky so blue it almost hurt to look at, air so crisp it could cut glass. Darci was in heaven. Her thighs, calves and butt burned like hell and her breath felt like shaved ice in her lungs—just the way she loved it.
Whizzing down the slope, trees and craggy outcrops mere smudges of blurring color in her peripheral vision, she couldn’t help but laugh, already picturing Crystal’s face. The American would spit chips when Darci swooshed into—
The slope opened below her, completely and abruptly, and swallowed Darci whole.
The word had barely left her lips when she smacked butt first against something that felt like frozen concrete.
Pain lashed through her body, making her cry out. “Fuck!” Eyes squeezed shut, she lay still a minute or twelve before planting her hands on the ground and slowly, hesitantly pushing herself into an upright position, waiting to be assaulted by fresh agony.
None came. “Oh, thank God!”
Her gushed exclamation bounced around a space that sounded huge, and Darci opened her eyes.
An ice cavern. She’d dropped into an ice cavern. Damn it.
Releasing her skis, now just two shattered strips of glass fiber, bamboo and titanium, she rose gingerly to her feet, taking in her predicament. A thick fog of dread rolled over her. The ice cavern was large, yet claustrophobia crept through Darci. Frowning, she looked up. The small hole she’d fallen through was far too high to reach. Her frown deepened. “How the hell am I going to get out?” she muttered.
“That didn’t look like fun.”
Starting, Darci whipped her head around.
A tall man stood behind her, several feet away, his long white hair falling around a face of cold beauty, blue eyes so brilliant she felt her skin tingle. His intense stare locked on her.
It took a few moments before Darci realized he was naked.
So there you go. What do you think? Worth .69c to find out what happens next?
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You can buy Melt With You HERE