Posted by Opal Carew
Hello & Welcome back Readers! Today we take another look into the Captured Box’s paranormal stories, and this one is by far the hottest- literally. Without further adieu, let us turn up the heat with NYT & USAT Bestselling author Mandy Rosko’s story, Burns Like Fire.
Scarred by flame and the loss of his family, Jack Marilla will stop at nothing to take down the fire-starter that ruined his life, but only if he can resist her fiery temptation…
Jack Marilla is out for revenge for the deaths of his family, and the burn scars that cover his body. To get it, he has to hunt down the woman he used to love, the paranormal fire starter who set his house ablaze with him, and his family, locked inside of it. When he catches her, however, he faces his biggest challenge yet. To not believe her when she claims to be innocent, or fall for her seduction…
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Excerpt from Burns like Fire by NYT & USAT Bestselling Author, Mandy Rosko
Cindy stared at him. Her bright amethyst eyes widened so he could see the whites all around.
Her glossy peach lips dropped open as her facial expression changed from scared to all hell to just plain confused. He got a real dumb sense of satisfaction over that. Yeah, she’d thought he was good and dead.
“Jack?” she practically shrieked his name.
She was so focused on his face, probably wondering why it wasn’t melted, or why he was even alive, that she didn’t look down and see the rag or the shackles hanging in his free hand until it was too late.
She tried to jump to the passenger side, to get away, but Jack lunged. He grabbed her by her frail shoulders and pushed her down across the seats. He pushed the rag hard over her mouth and nose before she could shriek for help.
He had the shackle in his other hand and he almost got it down on her wrist before she punched him good and hard in the nose. Her thin, tiny knuckles didn’t look like much, but they hurt like a bitch on impact. He thought he even heard a crunch.
“Ah, fuck!” He reared back and dropped the cuffs to the floor of her car, but he didn’t take the cloth off of her nose as he cursed and yelled.
That fucking hurt! Blood dripped from his nose and onto her pale collarbone and dress in the struggle. She got him good that time. He wasn’t about to let her do it to him again.
Her sharp manicured nails scratched at his hands, drawing even more blood. Jack grabbed both of her wrists and yanked them above her head, holding them down with one hand while he kept up the pressure of the cloth with the other. She kicked and struggled as she breathed in the chemical, but she didn’t have the strength to buck him off and he avoided her knees when she tried to get him in the balls.
Don’t summon fire. Don’t summon fire, he chanted in his head over and over again. She had it in her eyes, he could see it building up around her as the temperature of her body increased.
If she burned him, he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He’d fly right off her and she’d be as good as gone. She’d get away and he might never find her again.
Cindy’s struggles beneath him started to let up. There wasn’t much physical strength to begin with, but now it was almost nonexistent as the hint of flames left her eyes, and her body went limp.
Jack released her hands. He panted for breath as if he was the one who’d just lost the fight. The car stank of sweat mixed with the sweet scent of the chloroform. He was careful to keep the rag away from his own face, already starting to feel sort of dizzy himself.
“I finally got you,” he said.
Then Cindy’s eyes widened as she came alive again. She clawed at his hands and arms with her manicured nails, scratching deep.
“Fuck! Stop that!” Jack roared, grabbing onto her wrists and yanking them above her head again.
Holy shit, she’d just faked that. Smart. It pissed him the hell off, but he had to admit it was smart.
When blood beaded up from the scratches on his hand, Jack growled, and he forgot all about being impressed. Was she ever going to pass out? Had he used enough of the chemical? If she didn’t go under soon then that fire would come and light him up like his father and brothers.
No fire came. Cindy’s struggles weakened, for real this time as he held the rag to her face, for longer this time. Her bright, fearful eyes slid shut as she gave one last jerk before going under.
Jack sighed, relaxing his tense muscles as the only sound in the car was his own heavy breathing. He wiped the sweat off his brow. Not the worst paranormal he’d put under by far, but she hadn’t given in easily.
Adrenaline rushed through him as he stared down at her unconscious form. Cindy’s hair was all over the damned place, her arms up high as her breasts rose and fell in sleep. She could have just dozed off for how innocent she looked. The only thing that gave away the struggle was her flushed skin.
He pulled the damp cloth away from her mouth and nose. He hadn’t even realized his heart was beating so fast, and he lifted himself off of her.
Being on top of an unconscious woman was creepy, regardless of who she was and why they were both there.
“Holy Christ,” he sighed, letting himself drop to the cool and dirty pavement of the parking lot.
He sucked in a breath of clean, fresh air, and carded his fingers through his hair.
Though he hated having to touch her again, even for the capture, he’d still noticed how smooth her skin felt when he’d grabbed her arms. Her body beneath his had been exactly the same. It was like muscle memory had taken over when he’d straddled her, and as she’d bucked her hips up to try and push him off, his body had responded.
It wasn’t his fault his dick didn’t know the difference between fighting and fucking, that it didn’t realize she’d been trying to get him off of her, not gyrating against his heavy prick for friction.
Jack shook his head. That was too weird, especially considering she’d burned down the house he and his family had been sleeping in..
Fuck that and fuck her. He wasn’t going to feel guilty because he was a healthy male who was reacting to a beautiful woman. She was the one with something to answer for, not him.
All because Jack had been the one guy in the whole history of time stupid enough to tell a pyro that his family made their profession out of hunting paranormals for the government.
Really, what had he expected her to do? Be happy about it?
“I got you,” he said again, and then he laughed as he stared up at the night sky. The stars were bright. “I got you.”
Posted by Opal Carew
Mastering her body was easy. Mastering her heart and soul will be an erotic science…
The Vampire Lord Brian suspects his servant, Debra, is unhappy with her current station. She yearns for his heart, but she knows it can never be. He seeks to amend that. Outside of his research, he takes her in hand and shows her what it means to be truly his, together.
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Excerpt from The Scientific Method by bestseller, Joey W. Hill
Debra. I’m hungry.
Two words that always meant something much more than blood to vampires.
She found him in Lady Lyssa’s gardens. There was an old stone bench under a lattice arch
weighted down by Confederate jasmine. It was his favored place to work when he didn’t have to be in
the lab. He was studying his laptop now, which provided her an extra moment to look at him as she
The moonlight limned his hair, giving the lighter strands a golden-silver luster. The sculpted
planes of his face were etched by shadow. With the preternatural vampire stillness that would take him
when he was deep in thought, he could have been another of the marble statues in the vast maze of
gardens. Yet he showed he was aware of her presence, his head lifting at her approach.
Though he often came out of his work as if emerging from the bottom of a still ocean, she
felt when his focus sharpened on her. It was a transition that never failed to weaken her knees. The
awareness in his eyes, a mixture of blood hunger, sexual need and…
No, that was all there was. That was all she could let herself think about. For her part, it was so
much more, but that was her problem to handle. She was the human in the relationship. Servant to his
Setting aside his laptop, he brought her between his knees, banded his arms around her
and nuzzled her throat. No words. They didn’t need them, did they? She wound her arms around his
shoulders, taking advantage of those first few seconds to slide her fingers through his thick hair, her
pulse tripping as he slipped the buttons of her blouse and licked the valley between her breasts, tracing
the curves. The man could use his tongue the way a master painter used a fine brush. The pressure,
stroke, timing… Totally controlled and excruciatingly perfect.
If a vampire wanted to take his servant in plain view of everyone on the Council estate, no one
thought a thing about it. But right now, they were blissfully alone. Brian slid a hand up under her skirt to
cup her buttock. When he found his way beneath her panties to stimulate her rim with long fingers, she
moaned, rubbing her mound against his chest. The look he lifted to her was full of heat and pleasure,
reflecting that dangerous edge that left no doubt—at least in this moment—he considered her totally
His other hand slid along the curve of her breast, up to her throat, stroking so she lifted her chin,
drawing in her breath at the whisper of his own there, the brush of his fangs. Those vibrant hazel eyes
watched her every reaction.
“Stay still,” he said, and she didn’t move a muscle, even though inside all of her nerve endings
were rippling. He pressed his mouth against her throat again and, as his fangs penetrated, he slowly slid
his fingers into her.
Clasp your hands behind your back, he ordered, and she did it reluctantly, though the thrust of
her breasts put the hardened tips against his upper chest, an excruciating friction.
My bad girl. Already so hot and wet. You’re going to come without my permission.
No, my lord.
You’re saying no to me?
He took a particular delight in befuddling her usually organized mind like that. She could tell it in
the gleam of his gaze, the erotic set of his irresistible mouth as he briefly lifted his head, gave her a look.
She gave a desperate half laugh. “No, my lord. I mean, yes. Oh…”
He scissored and thrust his fingers in a rhythm with his drinking that elicited tiny moans, that
made her lose her train of thought.
You’re going to come for me.
“Yes.” She breathed it, shut her eyes and pressed her jaw against his head as the climax rose up
inside her, an irresistible wave. She’d do anything for him.
He locked his arm around her, holding her fast so her sensual writhing stoked his own desire.
And as he took his nourishment from her throat again, he kept stroking and teasing her until she wanted
nothing more than to grip his shoulders, hold on forever.
But she wasn’t allowed to touch him until he said she could.
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