“A ball of fire rolled through my stomach, catching on the wings of the butterflies darting around in there and setting them up in a blaze. I bristled as Carter’s grin brushed mine, lips just barely touching. Any closer and we’d be kissing for real, plunging straight off this knife edge we balanced on.” LoveLifeRomanceDeathPartyCoupleKissParanormalBall Book:Storm of Masks Source: Storm of Masks