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When Lydia scouts the perfect location for a feature film, the last thing she expected was an ancient Polynesian god sabotaging her shoot. Sparks fly on the beach as tempers flare and attraction ignites. She’ll have to convince him that not all modern humans are out to destroy his beloved home, and he’ll have to bridge the gap between worlds to claim the woman who makes him burn hotter than an island sun.
BLAZE is book three of the Seasons of Love novella series.

PublisherBritt DeLaney
Release dateAug 26, 2021
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Britt DeLaney

Britt DeLaney lives and writes near Philadelphia. In her spare time she watches too much Netflix, eats too many Pop-Tarts, and is currently writing her ass off.

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    Blaze - Britt DeLaney




    by Britt DeLaney

    © 2021 Britt DeLaney

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    Philadelphia, PA


    Blaze/Britt DeLaney. —1st ed.



    This book is dedicated to Mindy. You and me on an island someday - with a couple of cold drinks and hot guys.




    The woman whispered the word as she stood on the pristine white sand, the sea spray wetting those full, red lips, the breeze lifting her hair and settling it against the curve of her breasts, the ends of it just teasing the tips that were crested with the water cooling her bikini top.

    Malosi watched her with more than a little interest. Not many were able to find this stretch of beach as the cove was hidden, and accessing it involved hours of hard hiking through very dense rainforest and challenging slopes. Access by boat was equally encumbered due to the reef sitting just off the cove. In truth, it was one of his favorite places on this island, and he considered it his own private spot. On the rare occasion that a mortal did find the secluded cove, he usually made short work of chasing them off. Gods knew that when one mortal found an unspoiled spot, more would come, and the spot would not remain unspoiled for long.

    But this woman came alone, guided here by some intrinsic sense within her. He cocked his head, studying her closely, but from this distance he could not tell if she carried the blood of those who had dwelled upon this land for thousands of years. At first glance she did not look native.

    Her hair was a lustrous, dark brown without a hint of red in it. Some might call that shade of brown ordinary, but had a shine to it like rich, dark wood. She was slender, but there was a fullness to her hips that made his eyes linger, made him wonder how they would fit in his hands.

    As if she were reading his thoughts, the woman bent over, scooping up handfuls of water to splash the sand from her legs. Once again, Malosi’s eyes took a journey along her body, watching those hands as they moved past the hem of her shorts and stroked her thighs. He watched the rivulets of water as they dripped down the toned curve of her legs. It had been too long since he had enjoyed a woman. Fortunately, they were never hard to come by. In all of his existence he’d never found one that said no. 

    Sometimes Malosi appeared to them as his true self—but he was careful to do that only with the natives. Her skin was fair enough for him to question any native blood, so he would have to disguise himself at first meeting. That definitely couldn’t be here—he would likely frighten her if he suddenly stepped out onto a beach as secluded as this one. He grumbled at the thought of having to wait—he wanted her now. If he enjoyed her, perhaps he could bring her here for a second rendezvous. He had a feeling he would need her more than once—though he’d rarely kept any woman for long.

    She walked back up the beach and sat down on one of the large boulders that lined part of the cove, dusting off her delicate feet with a small towel she pulled from the backpack she carried with her. She shaded her eyes with a hand as she looked around one more time, giving a satisfied sigh, as if this was what she had been waiting for her entire life. Then she rolled on her socks, laced up her sturdy hiking boots—boots that were well-worn, Malosi noted—and she walked back into the jungle for the long ascent back up and over the ridge. He didn’t envy her the walk, and from the tired slope of her shoulders as she crossed through the trees, she wasn’t much looking forward to it, either. 

    When he found her later, he would make very, very sure that the walk had been worth it for her. And with that thought, he stretched himself thin upon the wind, and faded away.



    "I’m telling you, Rob, it was perfect! Fucking perfect. Amazing. How many times have you heard me use that word to describe a location?"

    Approximately seven thousand times, Rob replied dryly. He raised a hand, snapping his fingers to signal the nearby waitress that they were ready to order.

    Lydia shot him an annoyed look. Don’t do that. She’s not a dog. She’ll get back to us in a minute.

    It’s her job, Rob replied. And I’m ready to order. We’ve got a lot to do tonight if you’re going to take up half my day tomorrow hiking to some godforsaken location.

    "We can actually do it faster, I found

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