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Mirelle Hartman has split with her two-timing boyfriend. Instead of the brave knight, he turns out to be the croaking frog. The only place her fairy tale hero seems to be is in her dreams.
Enter "Prince Charming" - Jareth set Morath, Royal Mage from the magical world of Hearthome. Jareth is handsome, virile, commanding. But he is dying. He must find his soul mate and make love to her to go on living. She is, of course, Mirelle.
Mirelle is actually a princess, stolen at birth by dark forces and brought to Earth. She is still untouched. That quickly changes when they make passionate love after Jareth transports her through a "dream hole" back to her native world.
For Jareth to continue to exist and make magic, he must have sex with her. But Mirelle is unwilling to just jump into bed; Jareth must convince her of his love.
On Hearthome, "lanbeth" – a powerful rainbow dust that enhances and increases magic - is created when a princess and a royal mage mate. Since there are few princesses left, lanbeth is a rare commodity and Mirelle is a highly prized person.
Mirelle and Jareth must learn the difference between need and love. Along the way they uncover the secret of Mirelle's disappearance from Hearthome and an evil plot to rule their world. On their journey, Mirelle turns Jareth's beliefs upside down, challenging the traditional role of a princess and the very foundation on which Hearthome was built.
"Mirelle. Mirelle. Now. Now," the voice demanded. "Come to me now."
She stood by the bed on the cold floor where the dream had left her before. The promise of passion and excitement filled the deep and velvety, compelling male voice.
She moved toward him. The gown she wore shimmered with an opalescent gleam. Light filled the corner where he sat. He leaned forward, his entire body taut, straining as if by his very will alone he could draw her near.
"Relieve this longing I've endured for so many years. Ease this ache in my body and soul for you. Come to me and fulfill our need for each other."
The tension in his voice was stretched tight as a string on a harp. She took another step toward him, then faltered.
His startlingly handsome face, revealed by the light, robbed her of her breath. Some divine artist had sculpted strong, masculine planes. His long, blond hair skimmed his shoulders. A simple, polished metal band held his hair back. The golden strands gleamed, gilded by the moonlight. His eyes struck blue lightning. His shirt gaped open to the waist, displaying a firm chest dusted with hair. He seemed to shimmer in the light.
She stepped closer to him, then stopped a few feet away. She knew that if she reached out and touched him, she would solve both the dream's secret and her entire future, yet she was afraid. What if the dream ended as it had the previous nights? Should she take a chance?
"Stretch out your hand to me," he pleaded. "If you feel that you will die if you can't touch me, then stretch out your hand to me."
Hesitantly, she reached out. An unseen puppet master pulled her strings, yet she had no wish to cut them. She would let the dream take her where it would.
As if drawn by those same invisible threads, his hand reached toward hers. The instant they touched, the room blazed with light, then abruptly returned to darkness. In a state of shock, she tumbled into his lap. Her head lolled back, offering her throat to his lips. Not wasting a moment, he took advantage of her vulnerable position. As he glided his mouth along her tender flesh, her skin tingled as if charged with electricity.
"I knew you would taste like this. Honey and spice. Do you taste as sweet everywhere? Let me see."
A swift movement pulled her nightgown off her shoulders, baring her breasts to the moonlight.
"Yes." His mouth came down on a soft, plump breast. "Like I dreamed, but better."
She had lain compliantly in his arms up till then, dazed by the dream and the light, but now she shared the overwhelming urge to taste and touch. Her right hand reached out and drew his mouth to her lips.
This is a dream. I can do anything I like. I can really let go.
She touched his body with an unfamiliar boldness. As their lips met, the sizzling energy that accompanied their first contact increased, and Mirelle glowed from within. Thrusting off his shirt in a near frenzy, she brushed her aching breasts against his chest and shifted restlessly, trying to straddle his lap.
"Easy. Slowly, slowly. We've all the time in the world now." He pulled away a bit and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Mirelle shook her head.
"This is a dream. Who knows how much time we have."
"'Tis no dream, my sweet."
"That's exactly what you're supposed to say ... What is your name, anyway, and who are you?"
"Jareth set Morath -- Jareth, son of Morath, and your destined soulmate." He gathered her into his embrace once more.
Now Mirelle drew back in his arms.
"My soulmate? Wow, I really got a winner with this dream."
Jareth grunted with frustration. How to convince her?
"There is, perhaps, one way to prove to you that 'tis no dream. Come. Let me make love to you."
Gently, he drew her to her feet and led her to the bed. As she stood up, the nightgown pooled onto the floor. Though naked, she felt neither fear nor shame before him. Only eagerness.
I never expected my first time to be with a dream lover, but why not? All the pleasure and none of the pain .
He pulled the coverlet down and she stretched out, waiting for him. His gaze locked with hers, he tore off his pants and boots. Mirelle gazed avidly at his erection and smiled with complacency. It looked like the "Snow Queen" had already aroused him.
He spoke then, as if he could read her thoughts.
"The Snow Queen? If she ever existed, she's melted away."
Settling down beside her, he caressed her lips with his fingertips.
"I know this is your first time. If it weren't, we would never have reached this point. I'll try to be gentle, but please forgive me if I can't control myself. I've waited for you such a long time, I may not be able to hold back." His fingers threaded through her loose curls, wrapping them around his hand like gossamer chains.
"Don't hold back, because I won't."
He swiftly rolled her under him, her legs falling open at his urging. His manhood nudged against her thigh. Raising himself up on his elbows, he looked down on her.
"I will go as slow as I can. You deserve my greatest care, Mirelle."
Brazenly, she clutched his taut buttocks, pulling him more tightly to her.
"No, Jareth, don't go slow. Go fast. Now."
He took her words as a signal. His lips covered every inch of her silken flesh. He turned her onto her stomach and let his tongue travel down the slopes and valleys of her uncharted form, then moved her over on her back once more. As his questing fingers reached her inner core, she almost flew off the bed.
Their love-play continued and the electricity they generated took on a life of its own. Whenever their lips joined, sparks formed -- red, blue, green -- a rainbow. The room became brighter and brighter with the magical display of their ecstasy.
Bracing himself, he plunged through her thin shield. He held himself still, kissing away the tears that fell from her eyes.
"Should I go on, dear one?"
She didn't speak, just nodded her head. Amazing. The pain had already faded away.
Of course, because this isn't real.
In The Library Reviews: 8.5 Gargoyles
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ECataRomance: 5 Stars
Coffee Time Romance - Rating: 4 Cups
Silver Fire is filled with intrigue and action and the story is told deftly and with skill. Ms. Barrack's prose is alive and interesting; the characters compelling. The sex scenes are varied and very well done and Mirelle and Jareth are believable as soul mates; they have wonderful chemistry.
Silver Fire is a treat for the senses and Ms. Barrack can really write sex! She has created a beautiful, fanciful and dark world filled with magic and magical beings. Ms. Barrack makes excellent use of descriptive language and has created a beautiful and exciting erotic fantasy story that I could not put down.
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Reviewer: Rachelle
The two lovers in this story both had beautiful personalities. Both dedicated to each other and loving to a fault. They are talented musicians with Mirelle playing an instrument similar to the human harp and Jareth being blessed with a voice of an angel...Overall the fates knew what they were doing when the destined these two for each other.
Silver Fire is a whimsical tale that will draw readers who believe in fairytales, the battle between good and evil, and the ultimate happy ending. Full of suspense, the beautiful fantasy world created by this author is delightful and intriguing. Fantasy fans will unquestionably want to add this to their collection and find pleasure in the time it take to submerge themselves in the story.