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I should be the world champion, but fate always conspires against me. I think I need a beer!
I don't know why I've come back to this hell hole. People say that Silver Springs is the ideal place for someone like me. It's a town full of supes, but it has never felt like home to me.
I need a place to skate, preferably without melting the rink so when I hear that Silver Springs has a brand new magical rink that even my Kitsune fire magic won't melt, I return to the small paranormal town.
I'm focused on one thing and one thing alone, training for the World Figure Skating Championships. This might be my last chance at getting the title and I'm not going to waste it. I'm not the only one who wants to win. Three time World Champion, Addie Ravenwood is determined to take the trophy home for a fourth time and she's more than willing to play dirty.
Somehow we find ourselves fighting over the three sexy brothers who run the Silver Stein Brewery, instead of practicing our skating technique. Can I have it all; the world title, the three gorgeous angels and the chance to finally give Addie Ravenwood the middle finger?
Ember is the second book in The Silver Skates series in the Silver Springs Multi-Author Universe and can be read as a standalone.
I can’t believe that I’m back here again!
I really can’t tell you enough how much I hate this town. There’s something about it that just makes my skin crawl. I’m pretty sure it’s probably the same feeling that most orphans get when they find themselves back in the hell hole they were abandoned in. I wouldn’t be here at all if it wasn’t for the magical skating rink that just opened.
If I’m going to be the world champion figure skater at long last, I’m going to have to up my game and get some serious practice in. That championship – the one I absolutely must win – is the only reason I’m back in this god awful town.
Pulling on my skates, the ones that are almost as old as I am, I set out onto the ice. Someone once told me that sex is a lot like dancing. Some people are good at it and others have zero control over their own limbs. I can safely say I’ve had some shitty sex in the past, but I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m on the ice.
It’s hard to control your own body when it burns up a storm at just the smallest of touches but on the ice, at least a magical rink like this one, that doesn’t matter. I can’t possibly melt this rink and for that I’m unbelievably grateful. This might be the first year that I actually stand a real chance of winning the championship.
I glide between the crowds with a grace that I’ve never had off the ice. I’m more in control here. Elegant even. People stop skating to watch as I perform several pirouettes before leaping into the air. I’m used to the attention. People always stop and stare when I’m on the ice. Off the ice, not so much. Out there, I’m a clumsy red head who has zero control over my own limbs.
My eyes catch sight of a little girl and a man that I can only presume is her father. He’s slowly guiding her across the ice, the way my dad used to before he left me at the Silver Springs orphanage. I choke up at the sight, but I’m unable to look away.
I run laps around them as I feel a hot tear drop down my face.
Brushing it away with my hand, I hear the little girl call out to her daddy, “look daddy! I’m doing it!”
She’s skating on her own as her father claps his hands, a wide, proud smile on his face.
“Good job, Avery!”
Shaking my head, I tell myself to ignore them. I’m not here to watch other people skate. I’m here to hone my skill so that I can be the world champion figure skater.
Twirling around on the ice, I focus my attention on the way my arms move through the air but I can’t help but smile when I hear that little girl ask her daddy if she’ll be able to skate like me one day. That small moment of distraction costs me a fall on the ice.
On any other rink that fall would result in a puddle at my feet as my hot skin melts the ice. But not this one. Here I can just get back up and carry on skating.
Or at least I would be able to if my bloody skate wasn’t broken. I curse under my breath as I look around for a stall where I can rent a pair of skates, something I’ve never done. Hobbling to my feet, I’m surprised when a hand is held out to help me up.
Looking up at the person who has offered to help me, I’m surprised when my gaze meets the eyes of the man I was watching only moments ago with his daughter.
“Daddy, is the lady hurt?” the small girl asks from only a meter away.
“I’m fine,” I answer instinctively. I take his hand, enjoying the way his skin feels cool against mine. Then again everything feels cold to me. That’s one thing that’s guaranteed when you’re a fire kitsune. Shivering slightly, I thank him before making my way awkwardly off the ice.
I regret walking away from him almost immediately, something inside me feeling drawn back to him, but I ignore it. I’m here to skate and nothing else.
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