HotShots_6 Hot Shots
Featuring Lynn’s Story, “Sizzle”
Part of the Lanville Firefighters Series
Publisher: Kensington Aphrodisia
Release Date: February 25, 2014 (print and ebook)
Genre: Contemporary Firefighter MF
Length: Novella in Anthology
When Clayton Spencer first sees Maysen Halliday in his convenience store, it’s instant lust. That lust fizzles when he finds out she’s the owner of Hot Shots, a magazine that declared the Lanville volunteer firefighters the sexiest in Texas. Not only does he disapprove of the article, he hates her idea of posing for a sexy calendar. Only when Maysen tells him proceeds will go to the fire department does he relent.

A romantic fire in the fireplace on a rainy night leads to passionate lovemaking. Maysen wants it to be the first of many nights to follow, but Clay is leery of getting involved with her. A woman had come through Lanville a year ago and left Clay with a broken heart. He refuses to let Maysen do the same.

Maysen has to convince Clay she isn’t in Lanville for only an assignment—she loves him and is here to stay.

(Also contains stories by Anne Marsh and Stacey Kennedy.)

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Excerpt:

Clay pressed his lips to Maysen’s in a gentle kiss of hello. It would be easy to sweep her into his arms, carry her to his sleeping palette, and ravish her. That wouldn’t do. He wanted to make love to Maysen…slowly, gently, completely.

He almost changed his mind about ravishment when Maysen’s lips softened beneath his in surrender. Needing to touch her, he ran one hand into her hair, cradled the back of her head. A low moan came from her throat before she tilted her head and parted her lips. Clay deepened the kiss, moving his mouth over hers while he tickled the corners of her mouth with his tongue.

She answered his tickling with her tongue, sliding it between his lips to caress his. One hand gripped his shoulder, her fingernails digging into the muscle. Clay accepted the bite of pain as her request for more. He gave it, holding her head in place while he plundered her mouth with his tongue.

The camera in her hands kept him from pulling her close to his body. Probably a good thing since he didn’t know how much control he would have if he felt her curves against him right now. His cock swelled, hardened, until he wondered if the zipper on his jeans might pop open.

“Your bed,” she whispered against his lips.

Maysen deserved more than a pile of messy covers. She deserved wine, candlelight, romance. Clay shook his head. “I have a better idea.”

Taking her elbow, he led her back to the living room. He didn’t have a big bed, but he did have a thick, soft rug in front of the fireplace. He couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful than the firelight shining on Maysen’s skin.

He removed the camera from her hands, set it on the coffee table. With a gentle tug on her fingers, he guided her to the middle of the rug. He dropped to his knees and looked up at her, giving her the option to join him or not.

It took her no more than two seconds before she sank to her knees in front of him.

Clay raised his hands, palms toward her. Maysen touched her palms to his, entwined their fingers. She didn’t say a word, simply leaned closer to him. Clay met her halfway with a bare whisper of a kiss.

He could feel her warm breath against his cheek, absorbed the faint taste of wine clinging to her lips. Far more intoxicating than any kind of liquor, her kiss made his mind spin with fantasies of having her naked body beneath his…skin against skin, hands roaming over slick flesh, her softness yielding to his hardness.