Flame has become what she wanted to be, successful as an erotica writer. But now what she has chosen to become will be twisted by what she has been in a previous life, when the men who shaped her past merge with her present. Set in a fairytale Germanic castle, Flame's life and loves are going to take sudden twists and turns that leave her gasping. Should she choose the life she knows, or the past and the men she has forgotten?

Excerpt:

She was not a natural horsewoman, but she was getting the hang of it when she looked away from the horse’s ears and saw Sade’s knowing grin. It was enough to spill cold water on her rising arousal and cause her to draw Sophie to a halt. “That is enough for today.” She was swinging her right leg free when hands gripped her waist to assist her. If she had known that Sade was going to be there, she never would have kicked her left foot free and directly into his groin. It was an accident. Really. “Oh, geez. I am so sorry. I wasn’t expecting you to be there.” Surprisingly, he didn’t drop her on her ass.

He set her down very carefully. “It is understandable, I am sure.” He articulated very well for a man speaking through clenched teeth. “Did you enjoy your lesson?”

“For the most part. How do you get to the point where you can look around and stop staring at the horse?”

“Well, you practice. Would you care to come riding with me tomorrow?” It was almost as if he was holding his breath, waiting for her response.

“If there isn’t anything that I need to do for the award ceremony or ball, I would enjoy seeing the countryside a bit.” Flame brushed her hands down her thighs and looked up at Sade. “Riding is safer than walking, right?”

He gave her a grin that melted her spine and re-ignited the pounding in her thighs. “Correct. Now let’s get you checked back into Daemyn’s custody. We don’t want him to come looking for you.”

He handed Sophie’s lead over to a stable boy who appeared at a whistle and began to walk her slowly back to the side gate of the castle that they had used to reach the stables.

“Why are you and he so pissy to each other? What is there between you?”

“Have you asked him this question?”

“I tried. He shut down.”

Sade sighed. “A long time ago, we loved the same woman. She was my friend and his lover.”

Flame nodded. “That explains a few things. The mysterious Ursula.”

“Yes.”

“What happened to her?”

Sade looked blindly into the forest. “She was torn apart by wolves. Killed almost instantly. Daemyn has never forgiven me.”

“You? What did you do?”

He pushed her gently through the door, giving her a small kiss on the forehead. “I survived.”

The door closed in her face and Flame was left with the after image of a haunted Sade looking as if a world of grief burned inside him. Part of her heart broke at the grief on his face and the other part wanted to kick Daemyn’s ass. She whirled and headed for his study. He was going to get a piece of her mind.