Review

"I love all of Cambria's books, but Torch is one if my favorites by her so far. Holt and Katie have chemistry like no other. There was a perfect mixture of steam, passion, and romance." - New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Shanora Williams

"This is a RECOMMENDED must read that will tear your heart apart and sow it back together all at one time. I give this book 10*s for the phenomenal story that stole my heart and soul." - Black Words-White Pages

"Let me be clear--of the 1001 ways to die, burning would NOT be my first choice. However, a house consumed with flames and no chance of saving yourself equals RESCUE FANTASY FULFILLED." - Scandalicious Book Reviews

"Hook, line and sinker!!! The fantastic suspenseful opening sequence pulled me right into the story and held me captive until the very end." - Ripe For Reader

From the Author

Sneak Peak of TORCH:

"My entire life..." I said, pausing to drag in some air, "is a complete disaster."
"You have me."
For some reason those three words made me cry harder. Like the kind of cry that shook your insides and made ugly sounds rip from your throat. So very unattractive.
He didn't say anything. He held me, just like that night in the parking lot. He was a complete rock while chaos reigned around him.
When I was done with my ugly cry, I used his shirt to wipe my eyes. He chuckled. "Feel free to use my shirt as a tissue," he said dryly.
"Oh," I said, not even realizing what I'd done. "I--"
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Do you feel better?"
His tenderness was just more than I could bear. I started crying again. "I haven't washed my hair in a week," I sobbed, picking up his shirt and using it once again.
"You haven't?" he said, trying to hide the amusement in his voice.
"No. It hurts my hands and wrists too much." I dropped his shirt. "I smell!" I wailed.
That seemed to open the floodgates once again, and I swore if I didn't stop crying soon I was going to drown us both.
I guess Holt finally had enough because he extracted himself from my snotty clutches and got off the bed. When I thought he would leave, he turned back and picked me up off the bed. He walked into the bathroom across the hall (I refused to use his master bathroom, saying it was for him) and reached around the curtain to turn on the shower.
"What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously.
"Washing your hair."
"What? No, you can't!"
Visions of me having to get naked before him swam through my head and created a flurry of panic within me. Before I could wiggle out of his embrace, he was stepping in the shower--both of us fully clothed--and pulling the curtain closed behind us.

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