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Two firefighters battle the hottest flames they’ve encountered—their
attraction to one another.

Red Hot Lover

© 2006 Lyn Cash

After a fire sweeps through the school where she teaches and she’s unable to save the life of her best friend, Faith Sloan leaves the chalkboard jungle for a career as a firefighter, only to find that one of her former students may be the arsonist responsible for the current devastation in her area of the city.

Without losing her trust, Captain Chance James must ensure that his rookie firefighter doesn’t get caught between the truth and a killer.

He’s willing to bend the rules to protect Faith from harm, but there’s nothing he can do to shield his own heart once they become lovers. Faith takes him into her bed, her parents take him into their home as he recuperates from a freak accident, and soon the rough-and-ready firefighter must decide what he wants most…his woman or his career.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Red Hot Lover
: Chance’s fingers slid through the soft curtain of hair, giving him access to the zipper, and he felt her shiver slightly when the backs of his fingers grazed her neck. He bent to drop a light kiss on her shoulder as the dress slid down her arms, and when she relaxed against him, exposing her breasts to the moonlight, he knew he was a goner.

Her arms crept up and back to entwine about his neck, and she rolled her head against his chest, giving him total access to her body from the front and inviting his hands to claim her.

He’d never known a woman so trusting, so willing to give herself to the moment. To unabashedly invite him as she had, to taste and touch her. And he wasn’t about to say no.

She turned in his arms and began aggressively undressing him, her fingers sure and confident as she released his belt and practically ripped his shirt open.

“Faith!” he whispered, his head bent to her hair. “Are you sure that you…?”

“I’m sure!” she said, pressing her lips against his chest and trailing kisses across it as she continued in her quest to strip him to the bone. “I want you!”

After a failed marriage several years back, in which case nobody wanted anybody, and several affairs in which case the spark just wasn’t there, Chance was overwhelmed with her passion, her audacity, and her…
enjoyment
of the moment. She took his breath away!

The little devil on his shoulder smiled an evil
ah-ha
as they tumbled to the bed in a flurry of undergarments.

He tried to register his thoughts, to rationalize why he was a party to this seduction, how he could possibly face her afterwards once she knew how their relationship would change come Monday morning. He struggled not to fall into the abyss she’d created and to cling to at least one solid reason for not sleeping with her tonight.

“Faith, I didn’t plan…that is, I didn’t bring any…”

She leaned over and pulled a foil packet from her beside table.

“Taken care of, sir.”

“But…this is…I mean, you’ve had a bit to drink tonight.”

“I’m not drunk.” She shut him up with a kiss. “Intoxicated in another way, but I assure you that I am not drunk.”

Chance lay back and moaned in ecstasy as Faith administered the condom on his aching shaft.

“Captain,” Faith said, after she’d managed to land on top of him, with his hands on her bare hips and her body poised above him. “I’m not asking for your hand in marriage.” She cupped his balls as she slid down on him.

“Nope,” he agreed breathlessly, enunciating each following word clearly in an effort to maintain concentration. “That wouldn’t be my hand.”

“Then show a little enthusiasm.” She gouged him in the ribs and laughed. “You’re not immune to me, are you?

“This feel like I’m immune?” His hips thrust to meet hers.

Faith eased herself up and down over his body, rubbing her stomach with her fingertips before letting them travel upwards to caress her own breasts and then to slip into her hair as Chance’s hands replaced hers on her body. And as blood gathered speed and intensity in his veins and his rod became more rigid, she began thrusting harder, taking him deeper and eliciting one unvarnished groan after another from him, her body glistening with sweat the closer she came to climaxing.

Chance pulled her off him and rolled her onto her back.

“No!” she cried. “Chance…no…please!”

“I want to taste you as you come.” He growled, burying his face into the moist curls that had rubbed against his groin moments before.

He thrust his tongue inside of her and laved her clit, tugging at it until he had his teeth gently but securely planted on it. She clutched his hair and screamed…

What was happening to her? This wasn’t what she’d planned. She’d just wanted to release some pent up emotions, not fall for the guy.

Tears pooled in her eyes as her brain finally caught up with her body.

This wasn’t fucking—this was mating, and she had definitely crossed over into unfamiliar territory.

He's vice. She's nice. This potent mix has to be handled with care…

Strip Tease

© 2006 Kate Davies

It seemed easy enough. Hit the local all-male strip club, pick a likely target, and hire him for her best friend's bachelorette party. But the stripper who catches Caroline's eye has a different agenda. He's an undercover cop, and Caroline ends up under arrest — for solicitation!

Tony DiMarco realizes too late that he's made a mistake. Caroline's reputation and business are suffering, and he feels responsible. He feels something else, too — the pull of red-hot desire. He wants Caroline, but she's afraid that he's just trying to make up for his mistake. Can this determined vice cop teach her to trust again?

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Strip Tease
: What the hell?

Caroline stopped at the entryway into the club, staring around in confusion. When she’d slipped backstage, everything had been calm, almost comatose, especially since the stripper who had followed Tony had been the poster child for anticlimactic.

Now, the entire room was in chaos. People were shouting, tables knocked over, drinks spilled across the floor. A uniformed police officer stood in the doorway yelling orders through a megaphone that no one was listening to. One of the bachelorette party attendees was bent over the funky-haired waiter, her knee in the small of his back, cuffing his hands behind him. Another was lining up the dancers against the far wall, holding a gun on them.

A gun! Caroline backed away, trying to escape the madhouse in front of her. There had to be a back exit somewhere around here…

She made it a couple of steps before she ran into a solid object. A warm, well-muscled, breathing object. “Where are you going?” Tony gripped her upper arms.

Any other time, she would have focused on how good it felt to have his hands on her. Right now, though, she only wanted to escape. “We have to get out of here. The whole place has gone crazy.” She turned just enough to see his profile. “I think some people are getting arrested.”

She couldn’t get caught up in this. It was tough enough being a massage therapist, what with all the assumptions about the profession.

If news got out that she’d visited a strip club—especially one where illegal activities were evidently happening—it could destroy her career and her reputation.

“This is a bust,” Tony said in her ear, his hands sliding down her arms.

“I know,” she hissed back. “I can’t be found here. Is there a back door or something?”

“Yes,” he said, his fingers circling her wrists. “But you won’t be using it.”

Too late, she realized he was snapping something around her wrists.

“What are you doing?” She struggled, but the restraints were metal and unyielding.

“You have the right to remain silent,” he answered. Grasping her by the elbow, he pulled her into the main room. “Everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

“You’re arresting me?” Caroline knew she was shrieking, but it wasn’t as if anyone could hear her besides the stripper-slash-cop dragging her into the fray. “What for?”

“Solicitation.” He turned her around so she was lined up with the rest of the criminals. Criminals!

“Solic—” She gaped at him. “You thought I was trying to pay you for
sex
?”

Silence descended on the room, heads swiveling her direction.

“You have the right to an attorney,” Tony continued, unaffected by her outburst.

“I was trying to hire a stripper for a friend’s bachelorette party, you moron,” she yelled, too angry to care that they were the center of attention.

“Let’s get everyone down to headquarters and sort this out,” a female cop said, placing her hand on Tony’s shoulder. Her lips twitched, as if she were trying to hold back a grin. “Nice show, by the way. I don’t blame her for wanting to see you strip again, whatever the circumstances.”

“Stuff it, Phillips,” he replied, his gaze focused on Caroline.

“You probably do.” Caroline looked at his groin contemptuously. “And after I sue you for false arrest, you’d better believe I never want to see you—in or out of your clothes—again.”