Title: Fever
(Phoenix Rising, Book 1)
Author: Joan Swan
Release Date: February
28, 2012
Publisher: Kensington
Category:
Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Type:
Kindle/Paperback
Book Blurb:
When Dr. Alyssa Foster is taken hostage by a prison inmate,
she knows she's in deep trouble. Not just because Teague Creek is desperate for
freedom. But because the moment his fingers brush against her skin, Alyssa
feels a razor-sharp pang of need...
A man with a life sentence has nothing to lose. At least
Teague doesn't, until his escape plan develops a fatal flaw: Alyssa. On the run
from both the law and deadly undercover operatives, he can only give her lies,
but every heated kiss tells him the fire between them could be just as
devastating as the flames that changed him forever.
Book Excerpt:
“Oh…my God…” she said between
breaths, her voice raspy with pain. “My side…hit that stupid…gun.”
The other
motel guest grumbled something unintelligible as his attention shifted from the
cops back to the ice machine. The sound of his feet dragging on the cement
brought Alyssa’s focus around, her eyes wide with surprise. And in the fraction
of a second that followed, Teague realized that if he didn’t act fast, Alyssa
would act faster.
Before she
could speak, Teague put one hand under her chin, turned her face and covered
her mouth with is. She stiffened and squeaked, pushing at his chest. The hand
cuffed to Teague’s pulled hard. He tightened his grip on her face and pulled
back just enough to murmur, “Kiss me back, Alyssa. Please. Don’t push me into a
corner.”
He couldn’t
read her expression in the shadows, but her mouth softened under his, her hand
stopped tugging, her muscles lost some of their tension.
“Oh, hey,
man,” the other man stammered. “Sorry. Don’t mean to…uh, er… I’m just getting’
some ice.”
Teague
broke their contact only long enough to mutter, “You ain’t botherin’ us. Is he,
baby?”
Before she
had a chance to answer, Teague kissed her again, and not solely for the purpose
of keeping her quiet. He kissed her because he had to. After feeling those lips
against his, he had to feel them again. And again. Her mouth was warm and soft.
And with each press of his mouth, hers relaxed. Within seconds, she’d leaned
into him, abandoning resistance.
Teague
tightened the arm at her waste and pulled her closer until they were chest to
chest, hips to hips. He shifted, allowing her body to rub against his, allowing
him to get a better feel of all her soft swells and lean muscle.
And that
was the moment she responded. Her hips met his pressure. Her mouth moved under
his. The hand at his chest gripped the fabric of his shirt, as if to keep him
close.
The clatter
of ice hitting a plastic bucket echoed in the small space. “Did you see the
cops out there, man? The guy asked. “Do you know what happened?”
Teague
didn’t answer. There was nothing that could make him pull away from Alyssa
short of a cop holding a gun to his head, which he fully understood could
happen at any moment.
The man’s
voice seemed to nudge Alyssa from a trance. She broke their kiss and looked up
at Teague. Her eyes glimmered in the dim light, heavy-lidded, filled with
surprise and confusion, and heat.
“Can’t you
see I’m busy here?” Teague didn’t have to fake the irritation in his voice.
The other
man harrumphed and continued to fill the bucket. Teague ran his thumb over
Alyssa’s bottom lip, slid his palm to her jaw, and his fingers into her hair.
He let his other hand drop to the low curve of her spine and pulled her hips
against his again. Fully erect, he indented the soft swell at the center of her
pelvis. She sucked in a breath, met his pressure, closed her eyes.
Teague’s
mind hazed over. Almost slid right out from under him. His groin pulsed with
heat. His hands ached to roam. He couldn’t stop himself when his mouth fell
back to hers. And she didn’t resist. Her hand pressed against his face in the
most endearing way as she tipped her head and opened to him.
The leash on
his restraint snapped. He kissed her back with a hunger that reflected all
those dark, desperate years alone. Years he thought he’d never feel a woman’s
lips again.
Her hand
slid over the back of his neck as she tilted her head a little more. Up and over
his scalp as she teased her tongue into his mouth. After an instant of shock,
he accepted her invitation with a groan that felt as if it rumbled all the way
from his feet. Lost himself in the texture of her, the heat of her. The sexy
play she elicited with her lips, teeth, tongue was like unlocking a private
playroom door, giving him a glimpse into the secrets she kept for a classified
few.
And he
liked the private disclosure of those secrets. Really liked it.
Teague’s
veins were filled with high octane, his body ready for a long, hot, steady burn
followed by an intense, shattering explosion but the time the racket from the
ice machine ceased and the man started back down the walkway.
“Might want
to head back to your room,” he muttered. “Cops’ll find any excuse to bust you.”
(Favorite) Dialogue
Highlight:
Teague was
about to turn away, but his gaze passed over Alyssa, and he stopped. How could
he not? Even sooty and sweating and cut and bleeding she was heart melting. And
every time he looked at her, all he could think about was how she tasted, how
her body fit against his, how it felt to be inside her. Heaven. Absolute heaven
on earth. Now, he’d have to spend the rest of his life without her, which would
be sheer hell.
He
channeled the pain into frustration. This huge, ugly mess was no place for her.
These people would never leave him alone. If she continued to follow him, if he
continued to allow a relationship, she’d never be safe.
“A fire?”
he mocked. “A car fire? What were you thinking, genius? If I’d wanted to start a fire, I could have done it myself.”
Her eyes
narrowed, and her mouth curved into a sneer. “You can’t even catch a paper bag
on fire. For your information, I’ve done more research on your powers and what
you have isn’t pyrokinesis, it’s thermokinesis. So you may be able to change
your body temperature – note, I said change, not control, because God knows you’re
not in control of much – but, babe, you aren’t starting any fires.”
Smart-ass little…He leaned into her and
lowered his voice. “That’s not what you said last – “
“Woah,
woah, woah.” Mitch put a hand on Teague’s chest and pushed him back.
Review:
Holy Wow! I was completely blown away by this debut novel.
Sometimes you can be skeptical about a debut author, not having any point of
reference, but Ms. Swan had a couple of things going for her before I ever
cracked the cover. First, she understands the draw of a fabulous cover. I mean
look at that body! The man is frickin fantastic. Makes you want to pet the
pretty. *stops to pet the pretty* Okay! *coughs* and … Second, I have been
following Ms. Swan on Twitter for quite some time as well as periodically
stalking her blog. This all before I knew she had a book coming out. Her blog
is very entertaining. She engages her guests and asks fun questions. And she
clearly knows a lot about the business. I did have a nagging inkling of doubt
when I started reading, wondering if I had worked myself up into a frenzy with
my excitement to read it, effectively sabotaging the book and not getting quite
what I wanted from it. I am delighted to report that working myself up was only
a portion of the thrill I experienced from this book.
I don’t think I had realized it was a romantic suspense
prior to the read. I mean I understood that it had conflict that had to be
sorted out, but that doesn’t always add up to suspense. But boy did this book
have suspense. I absolutely fell in love with both main characters and have an
overwhelming urge to read about the fabulous supporting characters. I was
engaged from the first page and the book never let me go until it ended. My
only regret was that it did end. I found myself frequently looking at how much
was left to read, knowing I was nearing the final pages, and wishing more pages
would magically appear.
Teague – love that name, by the way – is not what he first
seems. In fact, he couldn’t be anything further from his first impressions. I
thoroughly enjoyed how Ms. Swan only let us in on his true background in bits and
pieces. She didn’t lay it all out there and immediately flip the reader’s mind,
she let the reader gradually reassess just exactly who this man was much in the
same way Alyssa did. Alyssa is constantly grappling for the right thread of
truth to cling to throughout her entire “ordeal” with Teague. I say ordeal for
lack of a better word, but please don’t misunderstand. There are some high
points within this ordeal. She makes an immediate judgment call about Teague’s
character, which seems pretty accurate given the circumstances. And who could
blame her? But as the hours tick by (the book takes place in the span of a few
days), she begins to war within herself. Is Teague who he seems to be, or it
there a real human being somewhere within; a human being she is drawn to
despite trying desperately not to acknowledge such a longing. As the deception
unfold – and there is a whole lot of deception, Yo! – Teague and Alyssa’s roles
dramatically switch from the first couple of chapters. And their sexual
chemistry? Holy hotness Batman! Ms. Swan knocked it out of the park by allowing
the sexual tension to build to a blazing desire, making their surrender to each
other that much better.
I will say that as much as was revealed, there is also much
left undiscovered. Revelations sure to be addressed in the next book, Blaze, which will be Luke and Keira’s
story. I have to say I was pretty sure these two would be the next couple
explored and I am fervently looking forward to reading it. Blaze is due for release in October. But I also have a hunger for
Mitch’s story as well. Mitch is … intriguing … would probably be the best word
to describe him. I get the impression he exists in one realm and operates in an
entirely different one. I truly hope he will be the story that will be book 3! But
I digress …
My only complaint within this book is the lack of background
between Jason Vasser and Jocelyn. I understand that this was not their story,
but enough was hinted at that there was a story at one time. A story, I gather,
that did not translate to the same ending for both parties with Vasser’s
obvious remaining fantastical idea of he and Jocelyn together and Jocelyn’s
apparent lack of interest. But I also wonder what occurred that made Jocelyn
such a cold-hearted bitch. She clearly has an ax to grind. The question remains
whether the ax is hers personally, or simply her carrying out the best
interests of the Senator. I have a feeling Jocelyn will be revisited in some
way in the following book(s), though I am not sure in what capacity. I do have
one idea though … *zips lips* We’ll see whether I am right or not in the
future.
Nominal complaint aside, Ms. Swan is an author to watch.
With a debut like this, I have high hopes for her future releases. She clearly
has a gift in writing. Overall, Fever
is a fast-paced, super sexy, extremely suspenseful, engaging story. I was
beyond satisfied with this read and look forward to many more in the future. Blaze is already on my TBR list! My
recommendation? Buy! This! Book! You will not be disappointed.
(Uncorrected proof provided by
Kensington for review.)
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