Ember Teasers!!!!

So I did a little vote on my facebook page, asking if people wanting a steamy teaser from Ember, or a suspenseful one. It ended up being close, so I posted a teaser for each and thought I'd share them on my blog.
Hope you enjoy them :)

Teaser 1:

“I have to go.” I back toward the iron-gate. “I shouldn't be here, especially with all the stuff going on.”
He stands up and brushes off his jeans. “You mean the murder.”
“Disappearance,” I correct, picking up the pace. “They didn’t find a body.”
“Give them time,” Cameron muses. “The cops around here are a little slow.”
I spin on my heels and walk swiftly for the gate. My hair blows in the wind and my boots trample the leaves and grass. I sidestep the Angel statue and then run.
“Ember wait,” Cameron calls out. Seconds later his long fingers wrap around my arm. He reels me around and grabs my other arm. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just trying to be honest, but sometimes my bluntness is a little alarming.” Sincerity glimmers in his eyes.
My breathing speeds up. Unlike Asher’s touch, Cameron’s is burning with heat, like a flame of passion is caressing every part of my body. But like Asher’s, there is no Death Omen, no blackness, no suffocation.
“I promise I’ll never hurt you,” he whispers, slowly backing me toward the fence. “I just want to help you.”
My back hits the brick fence. “No one can help me.”
His hand travels up my shoulders, up the side of my neck, and resides on my cheek, while his other hand rests on my hip. “I could if you let me. I could make all that sadness go away.” He licks his lip as he slides his thumb along my hip. “Let me take it all away forever.”
My arms fall to my side and every limb in my body centers to him. “That sounds nice,” I murmur dazedly.
“Ember,” he purrs, sliding his hand through my hair. “Let me in.”
My head falls back and a moan escapes from my lips. “Cameron I…”
He tips my chin up. “What if I told you I could take away every ounce of pain you have and would ever feel?”
Adrenaline races through my blood. “That’s not possible. Death is pain. And death exists everywhere.”
He breathes softly, “It is possible, all you have to do is say yes.” His fingers trace down my spine and my knees buckle. His hands cup my waist and he holds my weight as I’m rendered helpless in his arms. “Give me permission.” His lips touch my cheek and he traces soft kisses toward my lips. “Please, give me permission.”
My lips part and my voice falters. “You have permission to do whatever you—”
“Ember, don’t.” Asher’s voice crashes through the moment. “Don’t promise him anything.”
I blink back to the cemetery and to Asher walking through the gates.
Cameron watches me with curiosity and a grin spreads across his face. “A friend of yours?”
“Yes,” I say as he steadies me to my feet. I can’t take my eyes off him, stunned by what happened.
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I told you you were star struck by me.”


Teaser 2:

I stomp on the brake, but the car accelerates faster down the hill. The corner emerges. I try to down shift, but the engine grumbles. Sucking in a deep breath, I crank the steering wheel to the right. The car spins and the tires screech. The front of my car crashes into the railing. The sound is deafening, like a train roaring up the railroad tracks. There’s a split second where my car hovers over the edge, like it might not fall. But the tailgater slams into the rear end. My head smashes against the windshield, the car flips, and rolls down the hill. My seatbelt locks and I’m jerked back to the seat. My body is stabbed, beaten, broken. Then the car hits the lake. Suddenly it becomes clear: I’m going to die today.
Death feels natural, like breathing. The water pierces my skin and floods the cab of the car. I unclip my seatbelt and float to the roof, pressing my head to the ceiling. Its dark and the water is up to my neck. I let my legs float upward and I kick the side window with the heel of my boot until my calf muscles ache. I run my fingers along door and grasp the handle. Then I wait for the water to completely fill the cab.
My dad was big on survival. He taught me things like how to escape a car when it’s submerged in water. If the water’s low enough, the door will open. But once it reaches a certain point, the pressure of the water inside has to equalize with the pressure of the water on the outside. Which means I have to wait for the water to completely fill up the cab, without drowning first.
I remain calm as the water rises and rises. I slant my head back and take a deep breath before the water suffocates me completely. Immediately, I flip the handle, but it snaps off. Bubbles escape my mouth as I bang on the door. The black water encases the car and I swim for the other door, but I smack into the roof, which is concaved, forming a wall. I twirl around and bang my fist on the windshield. It’s dark. Cold. The car sinks further into the lake.
My eyes stay open as bubbles gurgle from my mouth. I can’t see. I can’t breathe. Death is no longer peaceful. The air slips away and my heart dies. The water stills. Am I dead? The metal of the car crunches as it buckles beneath the weight of the water.
“Ember,” someone whispers. “Hang on.”
I glance from left to right. Darkness and I’m alone, just like my Death Omen. A faint light swims through the water to the window, and glitters the inside the car. I reach out to touch it.
“Ember,” the voice growls. “Don’t touch it.”
The light flashes, and then shifts into a black mass. My body ignites with flames. I scream as a tunnel opens up and swallows me.