About The Book:
Title: Burn For Me
Series: Fighting Fire
Author: Lauren Blakely
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance Novella
Release Date: June 9, 2014
A sexy category romance novella from Entangled's Brazen imprint...
She's the one fire he can't put out...
Jamie Lansing has had it bad for firefighter Smith Grayson for as long as they've been friends. Yes, he's ridiculously charming and she might stare a little too long at his abs, but his dirty-talking, rough-around-the-edges ways aren't for her. Plus, she knows that as a serial dater, Smith isn't the type to settle down. But then a terrible, fantastic, mind-blowing mistake leaves her body craving more than one night.
Smith Grayson has only ever had eyes for one woman in town--his best friend Jamie. But convincing her a relationship between them will work is next to impossible with her refusing to see beyond his past. But when she asks for a week of no-strings-attached sex to get him out of her system, Smith knows this is his one chance to prove he's not just the man she needs in her bed, but the man she needs in her life.
NOTE: 10% of all release week sales will be donated by the author to the National Volunteer Firefighter Support Fund.
Excerpt:
“Now that we’ve established you’re not thinking of rock stars, and that your mind isn’t anywhere but exactly where you want it to be, are you having a good time tonight?”
“I am having an excellent time. I’m very excited for the Spring Festival,” she said, doing her best to keep their chitchat friendly, because that’s all they were—friends. They’d be no good for each other
as more. Opposites in every way. She was a romantic, he was a playboy, she was wine, he was beer, she was poetry, he was...wait, did he even read?
as more. Opposites in every way. She was a romantic, he was a playboy, she was wine, he was beer, she was poetry, he was...wait, did he even read?
Exactly.
So not her type. She read all the time. Everything from poems to romance novels.
“And what is it that gets you most excited about the Spring Festival? Is it, say, the scent of cotton candy in the air?” he asked in a mock serious tone, as if cotton candy were a very important topic.
“Of course, seeing as I’m the keeper of that sweet treat,” she said, since she’d be running the cotton candy stand this year with her sister.
“I do love the taste of sweet things,” he mused, then inched closer to her, meeting her gaze, speaking in a low and sexy tone, making it clear he was enjoying the word play.
“You do?” she asked, as a spark zoomed through her.
“Some more than others,” he said, keeping his gaze locked on her as the bartender set down their drinks. He didn’t stop looking at her as he tossed some bills on the counter.“Like what?” she asked, unable to resist the suggestive back-and-forth.
“The ones that are sinfully delicious,” he said, in a voice laden with innuendo. “The kind of sweetness you almost need to repent for.”
Sinfully delicious. Those words thrummed through her, and she found herself hoping she was one of those sweet things.
Snap out of it.
When he raised his beer in a toast, she tried to steer away from the double entendres. She picked up her glass, clinked it against his, and took a drink. Her throat was dry, and she desperately needed the
liquid. “To the festival,” she said.
“To the festival.”
“Tell me what else excites you,” he said, and it was clear he wasn’t talking about the festival.
“You do?” she asked, as a spark zoomed through her.
“Some more than others,” he said, keeping his gaze locked on her as the bartender set down their drinks. He didn’t stop looking at her as he tossed some bills on the counter.“Like what?” she asked, unable to resist the suggestive back-and-forth.
“The ones that are sinfully delicious,” he said, in a voice laden with innuendo. “The kind of sweetness you almost need to repent for.”
Sinfully delicious. Those words thrummed through her, and she found herself hoping she was one of those sweet things.
Snap out of it.
When he raised his beer in a toast, she tried to steer away from the double entendres. She picked up her glass, clinked it against his, and took a drink. Her throat was dry, and she desperately needed the
liquid. “To the festival,” she said.
“To the festival.”
“Tell me what else excites you,” he said, and it was clear he wasn’t talking about the festival.
About The Author:
Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.
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