Immortal Fire Anthology Blurb:
Among the pages of this book, immortals of all stripes must decide what to do with the endless years before them. Some want to live forever, some will to give it all up in the blink of an eye if it will end their loneliness or save a lover. Some earned their immortality, and some had it thrust upon them. A few don’t even know they have it. Some are human, some are not. But they all have one thing in common. They don’t want to go it alone.
Six authors weave tales of love on an eternal scale, between men who have learned that nothing is impossible, and dreams can come true if you just want it badly enough. And have enough time to work at it. Forever is a long time.
Black Roses Blurb:
In order to create, something must be destroyed. But what if there was an endless supply of energy and creative power to be tapped? One gardener will take a god prisoner, and a god will devour anything within his reach for freedom. When lust turns to desire, though, even gods can have a change of heart.
Black Roses Excerpt:
He wants me free, he wants me here forever. This fight against himself will drive him mad, that much I know. He comes closer every day to the brink. I am the power that feeds his creation. Without me, his art withers and dies.
“How much more you and I could do together,” I whisper as my brush moves over the canvas.
Quick lines sketch out a form. It could be anyone. In my mind, it is him. I could bring him to me; compel him with a few lines on the clean, white surface as he compelled me with the first seed he planted. He isn’t any more immune to my will now than are the others. Sighing, I turn the brush so the lines of the shoulders slope, the eyes become clear, reflecting the light of the sun, the lips turned down in a sullen scowl. Cropped hair, bare feet, a loose shirt, and short pants define the figure on the canvas.
At the pond, a boy turns, looks up to my window, and starts to walk away from his companions. The tendril of power snakes out, drawing him closer. Someone calls after him. He doesn’t turn, but walks through the bands of light and dark as clouds pass over the sun. The other children shiver and toss their remaining scraps to the raucous fowl. The birds paddle quickly, scoop up the soggy crumbs, and take to the sky. If he hears his friends leave he gives no sign. Already they have forgotten him; their bonds to him disintegrate as mine become strong. There will be no empty place at his family table, only a vague feeling that something is missing. By morning, even that will have dissipated into dreams. Forgetfulness is all I can give in return for my sustenance on this plane.
For a moment, I watch the birds diminish to black spots on the horizon. I begin to paint again, to fill in details, to feel the nearness of my summoned, his soul, his excitement as he climbs the hill toward me.
WindBlow Blurb: Triann has spent years alone searching for any trace of the lover left behind when their world sank below the waves. Garith, swept out to sea on the ships meant to save the mortal people of their realm, never entered the sanctuary of Neo-Atlantis with Triann, and was doomed to spend his long years alone on the world of men.
Time outside the sanctuary does not pass as quickly, however, and Garith’s will has not been strong enough to keep him alive, despite his immortality. He’s fast fading to just a haunting voice on the wind, and Triann is determined to bring him home before he fades to a breath and nothing.
Neither Atlantian expects to encounter Tony, a man alluring and strong enough to tempt them both. That temptation could be their downfall. Or their saving grace.
WindBlown Excerpt: Wind blew through the trees, tugged at the edges of him. The distant sound of traffic, not really a sound to him anymore, but a sense, trickled through the forest. Like the glitter of the snow; nothing tangible. Just a presence he knew. Intimately. Along lonely tracks to empty cabins, deserted and left to the snow and ice for the season, he meandered, stopping, sliding through an iron gate, caressing stone walls, howling over the chimney opening, blocked out of the warmth, the comfort, to wander alone. He touched it all, with senses that went beyond vision and hearing, so that brilliance cut, sound flattened him, scent pulled him taut. He resisted, huddled in on himself in a crevasse between stone and mortar, where he clung to a vague feeling of safety and strength, and dark, soothing softness as reality tried to pull him back into the blowing void.
“Leave me alone.”
“You are alone,” a voice echoed across the empty expanses.
Shock shattered him in every direction. He fled. Bits of self skittered across ice, sank into mounds of snow, danced up trunks to rattle in dead, dry leaves. A chuckle followed everywhere.
“Who?” He quested downward from the brittle canopy. “Where?” He lifted out of the soft drifts.
“Settle down.”
He showered from above and rolled together, huddling in a dark hollow of a tree trunk.
“Come out.”
“No.”
“What are you afraid of?”
The words sighed around him, not words so much as ideas, thoughts, feelings he used to know about. The presence settled in everything. It surrounded him. Maybe it always had. He snuck out of hiding and felt a smile.
“Who?” What made him want to know? There was a word, a feeling. He couldn’t remember.
“Does it matter who I am?”
Paranormal Romance Reviews: “Windblown is unlike any other book I have ever read.”
Coffeetime Romance Reviews: 
“Jamie Samms has written an endearing story that not only makes you hot under the collar, but makes you hungry for this level of true life mates.”
Buy Immortal Fire Anthology with these stories and stories by Clare London, Adrianne Brennan, Nix Winter, Bryn Colvin and M.J. King.
