Blaze is demanding. Unyielding. A punisher.
He thinks he can rid me of my demons
by exacting even more of me than I ask myself.
He says he can wash my sins clean.
Absolve me of the fire that scalded my soul.
All I have to do is turn myself over to him.
Submit. Surrender.
The only problem--he doesn’t just want my body.
He wants my life.
Note: This steamy stand-alone romance contains a dominant, dirty talking fireman, a fiery new recruit and enough kink to start a three alarm fire. If such material offends you, please do not read this book! No cliffhangers, no cheating.
He thinks he can rid me of my demons
by exacting even more of me than I ask myself.
He says he can wash my sins clean.
Absolve me of the fire that scalded my soul.
All I have to do is turn myself over to him.
Submit. Surrender.
The only problem--he doesn’t just want my body.
He wants my life.
Note: This steamy stand-alone romance contains a dominant, dirty talking fireman, a fiery new recruit and enough kink to start a three alarm fire. If such material offends you, please do not read this book! No cliffhangers, no cheating.
Lia’s standing there in a pair of goddamn pink panties, her FDNY t-shirt knotted above her waist.
I gape for one room-spinning moment, then I step in and go to shut the door. Wait--fuck. I can’t be in a closed room with her--when she’s in her panties!
But I sure as hell can’t leave it open for other fire-fucks to see her this way, either.
Fuck it.
I kick it shut.
She’s laughing at me now, triumph over my dance with the door evident in her eyes.
“What in the sam-fuck are you wearing?” I boom, too loud.
Her full lips stretch into a shit-eating grin. She loves seeing my unfortunately full-bodied reaction to the sight of a mere triangle of soft pink fabric covering what must be the sweetest little pussy in the five boroughs. “I’m pretty sure you’re aware of what I’m wearing.”
“Th-those are not regulation,” I sputter. What I mean, is that they look like they’re made of a non-compliant material--like polyester or a rayon blend. If we run out on a fire tonight and she gets burned, they would fuse to her skin if they melted.
I force myself to look away. I can’t discuss it with her standing there like that. My self-control will frazzle. “Just--stop playing with fire. Put your pants on.”
“Why, Captain?” the little minx purrs, knowing she has me by the balls. She cocks a hip. “Am I making you...uncomfortable?”
My fingers twitch. “Put some goddamn pants on before I spank that cute little ass red!”
Oh shit. I clap a hand over my mouth, then attempt to hide the gesture by rubbing the stubble on my face. I definitely shouldn’t have said that. All this time I’ve been trying to protect her from harassment and I’m the first asshole to bring it.
I gape for one room-spinning moment, then I step in and go to shut the door. Wait--fuck. I can’t be in a closed room with her--when she’s in her panties!
But I sure as hell can’t leave it open for other fire-fucks to see her this way, either.
Fuck it.
I kick it shut.
She’s laughing at me now, triumph over my dance with the door evident in her eyes.
“What in the sam-fuck are you wearing?” I boom, too loud.
Her full lips stretch into a shit-eating grin. She loves seeing my unfortunately full-bodied reaction to the sight of a mere triangle of soft pink fabric covering what must be the sweetest little pussy in the five boroughs. “I’m pretty sure you’re aware of what I’m wearing.”
“Th-those are not regulation,” I sputter. What I mean, is that they look like they’re made of a non-compliant material--like polyester or a rayon blend. If we run out on a fire tonight and she gets burned, they would fuse to her skin if they melted.
I force myself to look away. I can’t discuss it with her standing there like that. My self-control will frazzle. “Just--stop playing with fire. Put your pants on.”
“Why, Captain?” the little minx purrs, knowing she has me by the balls. She cocks a hip. “Am I making you...uncomfortable?”
My fingers twitch. “Put some goddamn pants on before I spank that cute little ass red!”
Oh shit. I clap a hand over my mouth, then attempt to hide the gesture by rubbing the stubble on my face. I definitely shouldn’t have said that. All this time I’ve been trying to protect her from harassment and I’m the first asshole to bring it.
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM novels. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She's hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon's Top Author list. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
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