Part of the Lanville Firefighters Series
Publisher: Kensington Aphrodisia
Release Date: March 25, 2014 (print and ebook)
Genre: Contemporary Firefighter MF
Length: Novellas in Collection
After breaking up with her longtime boyfriend, Julia Woods is ready to start fresh in a new town, a new state. She doesn’t want to get involved with another man, and especially not with an adrenalin junkie.
The instant attraction she feels when she meets Stephen McGettis frightens her. With his motorcycle racing, whitewater rafting, and skydiving, he’s as much of an adrenalin junkie as her former lover.
Stephen loves Julia and doesn’t want to lose her because of her concern over what she considers his dangerous pastimes. He has to prove to her he’s not a daredevil, and that love is the greatest adventure of all.
In town to visit her grandmother in the hospital, Rayna Holt never expected to run into her ex-husband, Marcus. Seeing him reminds her of all the pain and loss she’d experienced five years ago that led to their divorce.
Marcus is still angry and hurt over Rayna destroying their marriage. They’re forced to spend time together while the construction company he works for repairs her grandmother’s house due to a fire. Old desires smolder beneath the surface, but Marcus is leery of giving in to them. Rayne broke his heart when she left him. He can’t live through that kind of pain again.
Both Rayna and Marcus have to let go of the past before they can forgive each other and fall in love again.
Talia King has loved Dylan Westfield ever since the day she met him two years ago, but he treats her as nothing but a friend. Every attempt she’s made to date him or spend more time with him has been shot down by Dylan.
Dylan loves Talia as much as she loves him, but his painful past won’t let him surrender to that love. Fear of physically hurting her keeps him alone and aching for a life with her…a life he knows he cannot have.
A night of passion convinces Talia that she and Dylan are perfect together. Dylan admits his love to Talia, but tells her it doesn’t matter since they can never be together.
Talia hatches a plan to convince Dylan that she knows he would never hurt her. It might backfire, but she believes it’s worth the risk to be with the man she loves.
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“You aren’t through,” he said in a statement, not a question.
She shook her head.
“Do you want more?”
Instead of answering him with words, she tunneled her hands into his hair again and kissed him with hunger. Marcus clamped her legs tighter to hold her firmly against him. Without breaking their kiss, he walked toward his bedroom.
Marcus saw no reason to make the bed in the morning when he’d crawl right back into it that night. The lady who cleaned for him came on Thursday, so he’d slept on his sheets for almost a week. A thought filtered through his mind that he wished the sheets could be clean and fresh for Rayna.
The way she kissed him, though, clearly told him whether or not he made his bed wouldn’t cross her mind.
He tumbled them to the mattress, putting out one hand so he wouldn’t land too hard on top of her. Her legs immediately encircled his waist, her arms went around his neck. She obviously had no intention of letting him go anytime soon.
That worked for him.
Although he loved kissing Rayna, Marcus needed more. He wanted to run his hands all over her, reacquaint himself with her curves and hollows. He wanted to suck her nipples, lick her tummy, taste the cream trickling from her pussy.
After one more long, passionate kiss, Marcus rose to his knees between her legs. “Hands beside your head,” he ordered softly.
She did as he said, laying her hands palms up.
“Leave them there.”
A nod proved she would obey his command. Marcus pushed up her T-shirt to above her breasts. Lace and satin in the palest of blue covered mounds the size of apples. He swallowed when he saw the front closure. His hands trembled. He flexed his fingers to get them to cooperate the way they should, then released the hook and drew apart the cups. Dark coral nipples stood up from the center of the aureole. Tiny bumps scattered across the colored circles proved desire still coursed through her body.
“God,” he muttered.