CURSE OF THE PHOENIX - Book One
The Last Rising
After paying two millennia’s penance to Osiris, world-weary Phoenix Ice has had enough. Saving souls without any hope for her own redemption isn’t how she imagined spending eternity. Fed up, she decides her next death will be her last. But when she sacrifices her own life for a sexy Texan in a catastrophic plane crash, she has no idea the consequences will be so great…or that she’ll end up back in his life for her next assignment.
Now that Turner Alcott has survived the worst, finding a wife and mother for his son matters more than ever before. When the mysterious Ice comes into his life, Turner knows she’s the one—but love is the last thing Ice wants. If he wants to win her heart, Turner must teach Ice how to forgive herself, and prove that love is the ultimate sacrifice.
Oh yeah, he’d dreamt of a woman for months now. She resembled his dream woman in so many ways, but he’d never seen his fantasy lover’s face.
She struggled against his clutch. “Mr. Alcott, I assure you we haven’t met. And for your other question, I don’t why, but you need to release me.”
Why did that quivering bottom lip make him suspect she was lying? Turner rested his forehead against the top of hers and sucked in her scent. “Please, tell me I’m not losing my mind. Tell me you don’t visit me every night and I’ll promise to leave you alone. I just need to know.”
He sounded like a crazy man but she had to tell him. She was the only one who could put a stop to his mind’s constant fantasizing, and this feeling of déjà vu every time he saw her.
Ice wriggled in his arms, her thighs chafing against his slacks. “Mr. Alcott, you need to let me go.” She glanced around his shoulder. “Brodie is probably staring out that glass window and I would hate for him to get the wrong impression.”
She was right. He needed to get ahold of himself, but he didn’t have the strength to walk away. His hands traveled up and over her shoulders, stalling on her neck. Brushing his thumbs against her jaw, he pressed her head back and stared into hard eyes—no emotion. Couldn’t she see the battle he fought?
He teased the corner of her mouth with his thumb and her breathy gasp pleased him. So, she wasn’t completely immune to him. He dropped his head until his mouth hovered over hers.
“Shhh. I just need a taste of the sunshine.”
I am reviewing this book professionally for Night Owl Reviews. My review will be posted as soon as possible, after it has gone through edits and published by Night Owl.
Morning Person? Or Night Person? How do you know?
I’m neither and both. I wake up very easy, but don’t like to talk to anyone for a good hour. I need that time to prepare for the world. I’m very tired at night, but I don’t sleep much. So, I embrace my insomnia. My son lovingly calls me a vampire.
What would we find under your bed?
Oh, a fun question. You’d probably find a four foot Christmas tree, I just can’t part with even though it’s old and ratty. It reminds me of a time when we couldn’t afford to decorate the 7 foot monstrosity we use now. There might be some travel magazines/brochures my hubs picked up in Germany/Aruba/Kuwait etc… Yes, it’s not fair that he has seen so much of the world. Nothing too terribly exciting… I keep all the good stuff in the closet. J
Do your friends think you are an introvert or an extravert? Why?
I don’t have many “real life” friends because I am such an introvert. I’m often confused with being rude and distant, but really I’m just too shy to make the move. I’m not good at holding a conversation either. I can answer questions, but I can’t lead the talk. Lol. But, I think I make up for it online. Here I have hundreds of friends and have no problem contacting people. Funny, huh?
What songs are most played on your Ipod?
Anything by Pink or Emily Autumn. I love the strong lyrics and the rock tones from Pink. Emily touches something a little deeper with me. If you know of her and her music, and you love it, you’ll understand.
What was the scariest moment of your life?
My son was four and caught a “mysterious” stomach virus, after two days of grossness he seemed to be recovering. We’d been to the doctor and he was on medicine to help control the symptoms. On the third day he had a relapse that put us in the hospital. The first night there, my baby’s arms were strapped up with IVs and taped to a board. He didn’t even care. When the alarms above the bed went off, and a half dozen nurses and doctors rushed into the room, my world stopped. It was like I was watching through a tunnel vision as they worked his little body around on that table. His blood pressure had dropped rapidly from the dehydration, but the good doctors took care of him. I’d sent my husband home for some rest not thirty minutes before this happened. I’d never felt more alone or lonely and I’ll never forget that kind of fear.
What book are you reading now?
I’m actually in between books, but I just finished The Darker Side of Pleasure by Eden Bradley. I’m quite fascinated with her work. If you go check it out, be warned it’s a whole lot hot.
What is your favorite meal?
This is easy. It’s the only thing I cook really well. I make a mean dish of chicken enchiladas. Yum! It’s usually the only food my husband will actually ask me to make. ;)
What are you passionate about these days?You’re going to laugh. I’m like the best ever fan. I’m such a TrueBlood nut. I even watch Jessica’s vlogs. She’s so cute. I watched the ComicCon clips over and over just to hear how the characters really speak. Yeah, I’m a big dork when I get passionate about something. :)
About the Author:
Rachel Firasek grew up in the south and despite the gentle pace, she harassed life at full steam. Her curiosity about mythology, human nature, and the chemical imbalance we call love led her to writing. Her stories began with macabre war poems and shifted to enchanted fairytales, before she settled on a blending of the two.
Today you’ll find her tucked on a small parcel of land, surrounded by bleating sheep and barking dogs, with her husband and children. She entertains them all with her wacky sense of humor or animated reenactments of bad 80’s dance moves.
She’s intrigued by anything unexplained and seeks the answers to this crazy thing we call life. You can find her where the heart twists the soul and lights the shadows… or at www.rachelfirasek.com.
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