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Turn Up the Heat #1 Read Kindle PreviewThese sizzling Seattle firefighters are melting hearts... Reporter Avery Dearborn hasn't had the best day. She was filmed fending off a lovesick dog before being rescued from falling flat on her face by none other than her arch nemesis. Seattle firefighter Brad Battle hasn't changed at all in the five years since she last saw him. He's still handsome, hot, and charmingβto everyone but her. Brad can't believe his bad luck to run into Avery, of all people. But to make matters worse, their shared chemistry on screen goes viral. Soon he's forced to work with her on live TV. The spot will help the local animal charity and make the fire department look good, so who is he to disobey a direct order to cooperate? Trust takes time, but as Avery and Brad come to realize they are different people than when they first met, anger turns to irresistible attraction, and hard feelings into hot sex. But letting the past stay in the past isn't as easy as it sounds. And if they're not careful, they'll both get burned. Excerpt Avery seemed to be sneaking off as well, so Brad said in a loud voice, βOh, before you go, Avery, could I get a moment of your time?β Her boss watched them without blinking. She smiled at Emil and blew out a breath. βSure, Brad.β Emil grinned. βBrad, thank you so much for helping out today. Your boss wanted me to tell you thanks as well.β βWhich boss?β He had so many. βWell, there was a Captain Reynolds, and I think your battalion chief called. Heβs pleased to give us access to Station 44 for as long as we need it. From what I saw, weβll definitely need you for the next few weeks at least. Friday mornings work for you? Terrific.β Brad didnβt have a chance to answer before Emil took a call on his cell phone and walked away. βYou have one minute of my precious time, Battle. Speak,β Avery muttered. βNot here.β He stalked away from everyone, confident sheβd follow. In a dim, unused hallway away from the cameras and people, he glared at her. She glared back. βWhat happened to making this professional and courteous? You called me βhandsyβ on TV!β βYou had your hand on my thigh,β she said, her voice low, furious. βYeah? Well, I was trying to stop you from tripping over your own two feet and flashing your panties at the world. Youβre welcome.β βAt the world? You do realize our audience is maybe a few thousand people at most. And what about my panties?β She gaped at him. βWhat the hell are you talking about?β βIf that wasnβt bad enough, whatβs with trying to set me up with half of Seattle?β βOh, did I hurt your pride?β He studied her, seeing the sparkle in her eyes. She liked their little fight. Hell. So did he. He felt himself growing warm and aroused and turned to go before he did something stupid. Except Avery tugged him back to face her. βIβm not done with you.β βAvery, itβs clear what this is.β βOh, do explain βthisβ to me.β He couldnβt see her too well, but at least they seemed out of the way of everyone else in the less trafficked hallway. She moved closer, and her perfume went straight to his head. And other places. βThe problem, lady, is you want me, and that bothers you.β Because I know exactly how that feels. βYou think making a joke of me being available will make it seem like you donβt care.β What the hell was coming out of his mouth? βYou make no sense,β she hissed. βYouβre so used to women throwing themselves at you that you canβt stand it when a woman doesnβt want you. And nice job, running those hands up and down my legs. You perv.β Incensed, he stalked her until sheβd backed up against the wall. Despite the low light, he saw no sign of fear on her face, just anger. βIβm the perv? Youβre the one constantly falling over so Iβll save you. Jesus, thatβs lame, even for you.β βYou jackass.β She fumed, and he imagined steam coming out her ears. βHoney, I could kiss the breath out of you and come out the other end cold as ice. And not because Iβm frigid, but because youβre all bark and no bite.β βOh yeah?β Her hands gripped his biceps, her breath a rush of mint over his lips as she leaned closer. βIβve met your type before. Pretty and buff with nothing else to offer. No idea how to please a woman.β βAvery, if youβd manage to get over yourself and plant a wet one on me, youβd end up shivering and begging for more while I did my best to keep you steady on your feet. I think they call that needy nowadays.β βNeedy? Pucker up, asshole, and weβll see whoβs needy.β Heβd been egging her on, hoping sheβd do it. He wasnβt disappointed. Avery dragged his head down and kissed him. And as heβd secretly dreaded, her taste went straight to his brain then traveled directly south and stayed there.  MAKE ME BURN is rife with hilarious banter and fun anticsEmotionally gripping, with great storytelling, and plenty of firefighter hotties! Start Reading MAKE ME BURN Now Turn Up the Heat
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