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Fire and Ice  

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Fire and Ice 

Ellora's Cave
ISBN: 1-84360-877-4
Genre: Erotic / Fantasy
Format: e-book

One of the fire-folk burns brighter than the rest, touching her and making her feel in a way she's never felt before.


Trina, slave to a sorceress, huddles beside the hearth and sees tiny fiery beings among the flames, dancing atop the coals. Soon she finds herself in their world, a place of heat and acceptance and magick. One of the fire-folk burns brighter than the rest, touching her and making her feel in a way she's never felt before.

She encounters him later, after one of sorceress Kalidah's rituals goes horribly awry. Brand takes human form to save Trina from the resulting fire. She makes him feel things foreign to a fire spirit. Now in a mortal body, he sets out to explore the sensual promise of Trina's awakening womanhood.

Given her freedom, Trina seeks the family she knows she has. Her path lies through dangerous territory. Although Brand accompanies Trina on her journey, she knows this is not his world and he must soon return to where he belongs.

Passionate sex and magick draw them together, but something more lies at the heart of it. Mayhap that something will survive the dangers they face together.



"Liddy Midnight has done a masterful job of creating believable characters we can care about in an incredible world of erotic imagination, where anything can happen.  I salute you Liddy Midnight!"
~ Thor the Barbarian

"FIRE AND ICE is a wonderful erotic fantasy! Liddy Midnight has done a wonderful job of transporting us back in time to medieval life with Mages and demons and magic. I highly recommend this story to all lovers of erotic fantasy!"
~ The Romance Studio

"Fire and Ice, along with the previous Elementals book Small Magick, is on my keeper list and Liddy Midnight has joined my group of auto buy authors. I am looking forward to the next Liddy Midnight/Annalise story."
~ Novel Spot



Blessed radiance! She spread her arms and raised them above her head, letting the heat soak into her. Her breasts swelled and her nipples blossomed in the welcome warmth. The spirits danced around her. Now that she saw them close at hand, she noticed some of the figures were slender and somehow softer than their companions, and decided that these must be the female flame-folk. She watched them closely and saw that they traced a different pattern in the dance. Gathering her courage, she began to emulate them, rather than the larger males. Before the flutters in her throat and her stomach became any worse, she dared to step out among them.

The fiery figures ebbed and flowed about her, giving her enough room to move but ignoring her, until one being, a slender and curvaceous one, reached out and touched her. She felt the searing heat, almost—but not quite—unbearable, as the fire-female trailed a white-hot finger down Trina's arm.

She was too afraid to shrink away, for she was in their territory now, in their world, and she knew nothing of what she was doing. Instinct warned her not to spurn them. When she didn't recoil despite the discomfort, others began brushing against her as they passed.

Each contact sent both heat and exquisite sensations shimmering through her, making her feel more alive than she ever had before. She threw herself into the dance. Sweat streamed down her bare skin. Her breath quickened and her heart beat faster. Her spirits lifted, and she began to move her feet more quickly, picking up the tempo of the flame-folk around her.

Their heated touches became part of the rhythm of the dance. She no longer noticed the discomfort. Heat from the fire seeped ever deeper into her, and the delight sparked by each stroke grew. She had lived with Kalidah from a very young age and had not dreamed such comfort could come from a simple touch.

The ready acceptance of the flame-folk was a heady drug. When combined with the delightful heat of the fire, it became irresistible. She welcomed each caress, arching toward the dancers as they reached out to her.

One of the larger, sturdy beings burned more brightly than the rest. He drew her attention like a lodestone. She became vividly aware of him, aware of each movement he made. Although she watched the other flame-folk, she knew just where he stood in the pattern at every moment.

The first time the dance brought them together, he deliberately reached around her arm to run his hand up the curve of her belly. As they danced, he touched her more intimately, now stroking her thigh, now caressing the swell of her breast. A different heat blossomed deep within her wherever he touched. Greedy for that sensation, she leaned closer. He reached with both hands to cup her breasts, brushing his fingers across her nipples. First one, then the other. Need flourished under his attention. Trina leaned into him as her breasts swelled against his hands. She strained against the rhythm of the dance, seeking to close the gap between them. He held her off, forcing her to maintain the distance required by the pattern.

Her legs threatened to buckle beneath her. A new wetness grew, dampening the curls between her legs. Before the pattern of the dance took him away, he tweaked both her nipples at once, sending a jolt of molten fire racing through her. She had never experienced such pleasure. She had never even suspected such pleasure existed. Afraid to cease moving, not knowing what might happen, she forced her shaky knees to do her bidding, raised her arms into the form of the dance, and moved on.

As if following his lead, the other flame-folk became bolder, patting her where he had stroked, sparking faint echoes of his touch. The heaviness of her breasts increased. The need he'd kindled gathered there and pooled between her thighs. The touches of the others did not increase her excitement, but they kept it alive. Trina barely noticed them now, so intent was she upon him.

When they met again, she felt strung taut like a bow. Each step made her more aware of him. She could not have stopped moving if her life depended upon it. The tension building in her drove her, demanded she keep moving forward. She longed to see just where this carnal dance went. Instead of continually moving around the fire pit as the other dancers did, shifting in and out, he came to dance before her, facing her, keeping pace with her.

She relished the burn, stepping closer to touch his chest. A fever of passion blossomed in her hand, surging up her arm and down her spine. She shivered with delight, and he reached again to cup her breasts. She leaned forward, arching into his heat. Her nipples ached once more, but from growing passion this time and not the cold. There was nothing cold about this being. His gentle touch licked at her breasts, and she felt her whole body pulse with need.

She drew back a little, suddenly frightened of where she was and what lay ahead. This was not her world, this was not her place, and she was afraid of dying or being trapped here. The heat pressed close around her, stifling rather than invigorating.

His face resolved into distinct features, beneath wild hair that danced and flashed with a life of its own. His dark eyes twinkled. Come. You have nothing to fear. His invitation rang in her mind as he released her and held out his hand.

May the gods help her, she believed him. She clasped his hand, and together they stepped and swirled in a new dance, moving around the coals and leaping from stick to stick, following the rhythm set by the crackle and snap of the fire. He pulled her against him several times, when she would have careened into another dancer, and each time he curled his arm around her, she felt her heart swell a little. A sizzling tingle began amid the burn of his touch, where he held her hand and where he brushed against her in the dance.

To her eyes, he glowed ever more brightly. He seemed to smile at her, while the faces of the others were featureless, almost blank. She became aware that fewer dancers surrounded them now, as the sticks burned away to nothingness.

You dance the fire well, for a mortal. He spun away and immediately back, catching her in a complete embrace. How much do you dare?

Trina would trade anything and everything for this blissful heat. It had been too long a winter, with its endless winds and the icy stone floor under her thin pallet, for her not to take whatever chance she got for warmth.

She leaned against him in surrender. He accepted her yielding with a victorious smile before he brushed her lips with his.

It was her first kiss, over all too soon. He kissed her again, this time much more than a brush of his lips, a firm contact that fairly sizzled. She sighed, and with the exhalation, he entered her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her with an ardor she could not help but match.

Copyright © LIDDY MIDNIGHT  2005

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.



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