What could be more serious than her supernatural power coming between her and the man she loves?
A power struggle between Arcturus Academy and Firethorne Collegiate.
The stakes? The entire Chaplin estate and all of its assets.
Does Saxony have what it takes to save the future of her school while her relationship is in turmoil?
Read Fire Games and watch the sparks fly!
Arcturus Academy is an action-adventure series of five books by a USA Today and Amazon best-selling author. Saxony is a strong female heroine swept into a world of dizzying plot twists, sweet romance and intriguing mythology, all woven against a backdrop of elemental magic. Perfect for fans of Kelley Armstrong, Maria V Snyder, and Shannon Mayer. If you like magical power plays, page-turning action, and the high of first love, then you’ll adore A.L. Knorr’s explosive series.
Excerpt:
He released me and rolled onto his back, flexing both hands like he couldn’t feel his fingers. Sucking in air, his chest rose and fell. His lips were kiss-bruised and his cheeks were flushed a bright pink, like he’d been slapped several times. Spots of red dotted his neck and forehead.
I lay beside him, gasping. I put a hand over my heart and one to my lips, where I couldn’t feel the touch of my own skin. Sweat coated our foreheads. We shared a look of dismay.
“Do you ever get the feeling that our fire doesn’t want us to be together?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“Not until today.” He wiped a hand along his forehead and frowned, perplexed at the amount of sweat that had gathered since our little makeout session had begun. He tugged the neck of his t-shirt up over his face to mop up the moisture.
Thinking that was a good idea, I did the same. When I tugged my tank top back into place and looked down, a dark stain marked my shirt.
He came up to sitting. Some of his blush had begun to fade. “Your face is so red. Are your lips numb?”
I nodded and sat up, facing him. “I can’t feel my tongue either.”
“Same here.” His voice broke.
All of a sudden I wanted to cry. My breath hitched and I felt my lower lip tremble. I ran a hand over my face to hide my feelings, brushing away at the moisture in my eyes. It was silly, but... Then, it hit me like a wrecking ball, taking my breath away. I was in love with Gage. Truly, madly.
He was one of the kindest, most loving people I’d ever met. The selfless, unconditional love for Ryan which made me want to throttle him, also made me love him even more. I wanted to be loved like that: blindly, unconditionally, completely. I wanted to be closer to Gage than I’d ever been to anyone else. I was ready to give him all of me. The thought of being with him, of feeling his ardor rise to meet mine sent a wash of desire through me so powerful it left my hands shaking.
So why did our fire sound the equivalent of an alarm whenever we got physical? It was like our fires had their own consciousness and they didn’t want us to be together. Which was crazy, wasn’t it?
Initial contact between Gage and me was so wonderful. It lit every nerve ending with a sparkler, made me yearn to have him under my hands and to be under his. But once we passed first-base, things started to get uncomfortably warm, then unbearably hot. Strange for a fire mage--who could stand inside a blast furnace without any discomfort at all--to feel overheated.
We looked at one another as our breathing slowly returned to normal. He didn’t smile, and I couldn’t either.
What might at first blush seem novel and exciting, was revealing itself to be a serious problem.
