Burning For you by Erzabet Bishop by Erzabet Bishop - Read Online



Where there’s smoke, there’s dragon fire.

Ordinary girl. Extraordinary fate.

Violet Winters is having a less than perfect day. Her parents are meddling with her love life (again), her wintery magic is kaput and her vivid dreams are coming far too close to reality. When she falls through the ice after seeing her fiancé all close and snuggly with a fellow polar bear, all bets are off. Is she better off dead or will she get another chance at life when a Grimare angel rescues her from her chosen fate?

Fire meets ice and passions ignite.

Dante is a dragon on a mission: fight the string of strange fires springing up around Westmore and find a mate. When his Captain decides to have the men pose for social media shots to garner attention for the station, Dante finds himself in the middle of a steady stream of women after his special strategically placed “fire hose.”

At Hot Whips Café to haggle with the owner for counter space for their new firemen calendar, he meets a woman who sets his inner scales on fire. Can he save her from the machinations of the Fates or will she die a second time by the very threat Dante fights against?

A dragon’s panty melting kiss may just be the wow this curvy girl needs.

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To my husband and furry kids. You fan the flame and make the passion burn bright. Every day.

To my readers and fans: Make the ordinary extraordinary in everything you do.




Seth watched the Fates as they wove their tapestry, a frown working its way across his face. He shook his head, bunching his hands into fists. It was vast and never ending and the more he stared at it the more irritated he became. Why can’t I see it?

See what? His brother Mackiel approached. If you watch them weaving long enough, you might fall asleep. Don’t you have any mortals that need tending?

I do. Or I did. Seth kicked at the base of a cloud and peered once more over the shoulder of one of the women. Medina found her mates. Finally. She almost saw me in her visions, but I kept a low profile.

That one. With sisters like that, you don’t need enemies. Mackiel chuckled. What about the cat? Sage?

Oh. I’m not done with them. Not by a long shot. Immortal or not, they’ll get a little of what’s coming for them soon enough. And Sage is happy. For now. He peered at the threads and alarm twisted in his stomach. The cat shifter had been through so much and now finally had a chance to be happy. But there was a cloud ahead. Something he just couldn’t make out. But he knew with certainty that this woman, Violet with the dark hair and pinched smile would help her. He just didn’t know how.

Boy, mind your own work. Leave us be. The raspy voice of the older Fate grated on him.

How can I when the patterns are all wrong? Look. He pointed at the depiction of a lovely woman skating on the ice and the ensuing events. She isn’t meant to die.

You’re dictating to the Fates now, boy? The middle woman raised her head and met his gaze, the opaque nature of her eyes disturbing as they took him in.

Seth swallowed and took a step forward. I mean no disrespect. But this woman...don’t you see there is something about her that bears keeping alive?

The eldest spoke up once more, her words and tone harsh and final. No. She is but an ordinary fae. No powers. No redeeming value. She dies.

I disagree. Seth saw magic in her simplicity and a worth, the thread of her life hung, waiting to find its mate. Maybe he should have been one of Cupid’s line for all the matchmaking he seemed to be doing these days.

Careful, Grimare. Too much meddling and you’ll find yourself in one of our patterns. Go fetch the dead and bring them back to us as you were meant to do. The youngest of the three spoke up, her voice deceptively sweet, her hands never ceasing to move.

Ha. He wouldn’t like that, now would he? The eldest cackled, her paper thin hands moving quick and steady as she manipulated the threads in her care. And he’s too much a busybody for all that.

Give me one month to give her purpose. That’s all I ask. Thirty days.

He asks for much, this foolish angel. The middle sister commented, not turning her back.

Agreed. You bargained well for Medina and now she serves as mother to the gargoyle child and as mate. Can you do the same for this woman? This fae who is not fae? The youngest responded, shooting him a glance over her shoulder, her fingers not stopping even once.

Thank you. Seth straightened his wings and bowed. Thirty days.

Make it count, angel. Or the girl is ours.

Seth hurried past a frowning Mackiel and dove down to the surface of the earth. It would be a race against the Fates.

* * * *

Come on, Dante, show us a little leg. The smirking photographer circled in front of him and it was all Dante could do to control the dragon scraping beneath his skin to avoid reaching out and shoving the camera up his ass.

Pictures for social media. The Captain had officially lost his fucking mind. The catcalls and male laughter from the rest of the guys made him lose his footing and the fire hose he’d been using as a prop to conceal his nakedness began to slip.

Jesus. Fix that hose. This isn’t internet porn, you know. The Captain groused, scowling.

Dante scrambled to catch the hose and cover himself and balanced against the newly washed and waxed fire engine, trying to pretend he was anywhere else but standing like a prize bull at an auction.

If you’ll hold still, please. The others have already contributed their shots. You’re the last one. The cameraman huffed, turning the lens. He lowered the camera and glared at Dante. You could smile maybe?

Shit. He was distracted by the wacked out dream he’d had the night before. A woman he’d never met swam in front of him, dying. Her long black hair fanned out in the cold, dark water and he’d panicked. He’d told her to live.

Fine. Dante growled, a wisp of smoke curling out from behind his lips. He felt the change sliding beneath his skin, the dragon agitated by his distress.

God, Dante. Come on. Carter laughed. You aren’t afraid of a little flashing light, are you? The rest of the crew laughed, sharing in the good natured ribbing.


He just wanted it to be over. His beast wanted to fly and hunt and if he didn’t get out of here soon, he was going to lose his mind. Most of the men here were either dating or married.  He wasn’t and the urge to mate had made his already bad temper even worse.

The Captain had lured him and the others in with the promise of a social media boost to help the department. He figured a couple of pictures for Instagram like that vet that had so many followers it was insane. Model pretty with a gaggle of women trailing behind him like no tomorrow. The guy had even been on national television recently. Cap was dreaming, but he also knew the man would do anything to save their department from going strictly volunteer.

So many in the country had gone that route and the bear shifter was fighting it tooth and claw. Dante supported