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What’s hotter than a hot firefighter?
Blurb:
Montana Wade was home after writing off the past
ten years of her life, but she needed one more night of courage before she
faced her family. Boone Crider, hotshot firefighter, was burned out form the
rash of malicious fires. They thought one night as strangers would cure them
both, but the fire they started between them soon became a barely controlled
burn.
Excerpt:
“See something you like?”
He signaled the bartender for another.
“You didn’t answer my
question.”
When the bartender set a
fresh drink in front of him, he took another deliberate swallow of beer then
set his bottle down carefully. “Question?”
“Yes. Are you drinking to
forget the wrong kind of woman?”
He turned on his stool,
studying her from beneath hooded lids for so long she felt compelled to meet
him eye to eye. Mistake. Big mistake. Sexual heat surged through her, the
muscles in the walls of her cunt vibrating as if they were doing a two-step,
and her nipples became so hard she thought they’d poke holes in her tee shirt.
Her mouth suddenly dry, she lifted her drink and finished it in one swallow.
This time, it burned going down, but she was grateful. It distracted her from
the other reactions of her body.
“Maybe,” he said, at
last. “Are you the right kind of woman?”
Montana had a feeling she
could climax from nothing more than listening to his voice. She tapped her
glass on the bar to signal for a refill and wondered what in the fucking hell
she was doing, anyway?
Ooh, fuck! Andy would have a shitfit. Another naughty word.
She barely suppressed a
laugh.
“Something funny?” Mr.
Hotstuff asked.
“Just a private joke.”
The fresh drink arrived, and she took a tiny sip. “Maybe I am. The right kind
of woman. What does that mean to you?”
He draped his arm across
her shoulders and threaded his fingers into the mass of curls at her neck. His
touch was like the kiss of a match, igniting any nerve endings that might have
still been sleeping. And, oh, god. If her panties hadn’t been wet before, they
were soaked with her juices now. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to
fight back the need radiating from her.
He nudged her around on
her stool again, so he stared into her eyes once more.
Oh, god!
“It means maybe we both
came in here for the same thing tonight.”
“Yeah? Explain.”
“A night out of time.
Would you go for that?”
Would she?
There was certainly no
mistaking his meaning, even if he hadn’t said the words. Well, hell. She
definitely wanted to forget a whole lot of bad business. Getting naked with him
would be so much better than getting drunk. And probably leave her in a better
mood.
Meet the author:
Known
the world over as The Oldest Living Erotic Romance Author, Desiree Holt
Has
won an EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and many other awards. She has
been featured on CBS Sunday Morning
and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The Wall Street
Journal, The London Daily Mail and numerous other national and
international publications
“Get out the ice water and fan…Desiree
Holt delivers smoking hot alpha heroes and red hot romances.” Lea Franczak, USA
Today Happy Ever After blog
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