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Time slowed. The noise of the crowd disappeared. Ash was pressed hard into her, crushing her against the post, his body hot against her front. His bare chest rose and fell as he breathed deep. His hand formed a fist in her hair and pulled her head back until their eyes met in a stare that cut right through her. His irises weren’t quite black but close. His strength was all around her, holding her, pinning her helplessly. She met his stare, her teeth bared fiercely. 

Then she grabbed his head and yanked his mouth down onto hers. 

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. Ash’s mouth met hers and it was like a flame meeting oil—fire and raging heat. She arched into him as he shoved her into the post, pressing them even tighter together. His mouth moved with hers, against hers, fierce and carnal and demanding. She clamped her fingers over the back of his head and pulled him closer still, demanding even more. His hand tightened in her hair and she tilted her head farther back as their kiss deepened into something even wilder. 

Seconds later—minutes later?—Ash pulled back with one last nipping bite to her bottom lip that made heat plunge through her middle. They held there, faces inches apart, both panting for air. 

From First to Read

Pyromantic by Lish McBride

Published March 21, 2017 by Henry Holt & Co. (BYR)
Firebug, book 2

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Ava is having a rough time. Getting rid of Venus didn’t set her free—she’s still part of the magical mafia called the Coterie. Her new boss seems like an improvement, but who knows if he’ll stay that way—the Coterie life changes people. And since Ava’s currently avoiding her friends after (disastrously) turning down a date with Lock, well, everything kind of sucks. And that’s not even taking into account the feelings she might have for him.

But when a mysterious illness starts to affect magical beings, it’s up to Ava and her team to stop its spread…or else one of them might be next.

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I snatched my phone from Ezra, then smacked his hand as he reached to grab it back. I'm afraid the slap fight went on longer than it should have. Lock had to intervene by sitting on Ezra.

I sat down next to him, my head resting on his shoulder. "Don't do that," I said. 

"What?"

"Take all the blame. You make the problem all yours and keep me from having to deal with things, and I appreciate it, but this one's on me." 

Lock took my hand in both of his, absentmindedly massaging the pressure points. "How about we split it thirty-seventy. Then we can both be sorry but you can really torture yourself over it. And that way you'll have to make it up to me by not throwing yourself in front of every terrible and dangerous situation, and also maybe make me some wacky cake."

"You want me to bake? Are you sure you're not still trying to torture yourself?" 

"Wacky cake is pretty simple—" 

"Do I need to remind you of the great pudding fire?" 

"But—" 

"It was instant pudding, Lock."

Before he had a chance to say anything, Lydia leaned forward. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her mouth to his. She could feel his heart pounding out a quick-time rhythm as he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. 

When their lips met, she thought her insides would melt into a puddle of ecstasy. Filled with a delicious, undefined longing, Lydia leaned in closer, wishing that she could stay locked in his arms forever. But all too soon, Robert lifted his head, taking a ragged breath.