I'm pleased to welcome author friend Lynn LaFleur to the Lusty View to share her news about her latest HOT book. Lynn's books are always auto-buys for me and this one looks like another great read to add to my NOOK!
Flaming Hot
is the second book in my Firefighters of Lanville series that’s completely
mine. It contains a trio of novellas about firefighters who put out fires
during the day, and create sparks between the sheets at night.
The following is an
excerpt from the second novella in the book, “Flare”, when my heroine sees the
hero for the first time. I hope you enjoy it.
Kensington Aphrodisia
Release Date: Coming October 28, 2014 (print and ebook)
ISBN: 978-1-61773-090-4 (print)
Genre: Contemporary Firefighter
Length: Novellas in Collection
Release Date: Coming October 28, 2014 (print and ebook)
ISBN: 978-1-61773-090-4 (print)
Genre: Contemporary Firefighter
Length: Novellas in Collection
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A “ding” from the
machine that controlled the gas pumps signaled someone pressed the button to
start adding gas to their vehicle. Paige glanced out the window in curiosity to
see if it might be someone she knew. She blinked, looked a second time. Hand on
her suddenly churning stomach, she straightened and stared at the man wearing a
black leather jacket who pumped gas into a huge black Harley.
Wavy, dark brown hair
flowed over his forehead and ears and down his neck. About six-one with the
broad shoulders of a swimmer. Sunglasses protected his eyes. A couple days of
scruff darkened his lower face. Olive skin. Tight, faded jeans covered his
legs, black boots encased his feet.
Holy shit.
Her fantasy man had
materialized, as if someone intercepted her thoughts and created him just for
her.
Her hormones did a happy
dance.
Since most people used a credit or debit card
to pay for their gas, they didn’t come into the store unless they needed
something besides gas. Please, oh,
please, let him need something so he comes in! Let me have the thrill of seeing
him up close.
In case he did come in, she ran her fingers through
her hair to fluff it and straightened her T-shirt.
Paige kept glancing at
the man while she unwrapped a stack of tickets. He replaced the nozzle in the
pump, screwed the cap on his gas tank. Then he headed toward the entrance.
Her hormones did another
tap dance.
He nodded at her once he
stepped inside the store, but looked away before she had the chance to flash
him her most dazzling smile. He strolled to the refrigerated section, perused
the items through the glass doors before he opened one and withdrew a bottle of
Pepsi.
He continued his
slow-paced stroll down the snacks isle, picked up a bag of chips and a large
Snickers. Paige tried not to stare at him, but her gaze kept wandering back to
him. Such an attractive man hadn’t come in the store in a long time.
Apparently finding
everything he wanted, he approached the check-out counter. The closer he got to
her, the heavier she breathed. He had full, pale pink lips that she easily
imagined pressed against hers. She couldn’t call his face square, but more of a
triangle with his forehead being a little narrower than his jawline. A silver
stud winked at her from his left earlobe.
She wished he’d take off
his sunglasses so she could see his eyes.
As if he’d read her
mind, he pushed the dark glasses to the top of his head, exposing brown,
almond-shaped eyes surrounded by thick, brown eyelashes. Lust churned in her
stomach when his gaze met hers.
Paige had to clear her
throat before she could speak. “Will this be all for you?”
“I also need some information,”
he said in a voice that made her think of smooth maple syrup.
“Sure.” Paige rang up
the items while he drew his wallet from the pocket of his jacket. “What kind of
information?”
“I have an appointment
at Café Crystal in about half an hour. Can you tell me where that is?”
She blinked in surprise.
She couldn’t imagine what kind of appointment he could have at the restaurant.
“Uh, sure. It’s on County Road 311. Turn left when you leave here, then take a
left at the stop light. Drive about two miles and you’ll see the turnoff for
311 on your right. Café Crystal is at the end of the road, next to The Inn on
Crystal Creek.”
He smiled, which
transformed his face from handsome to panties-creaming gorgeous. “Thanks.”
Paige caught herself
before she fanned her face. “No problem.” She slipped his items into a plastic
bag. Curiosity got the better of her. It might be rude, but she had to ask him
about his appointment. “Are you seeing Emma about a job?”
“A possible job. I
answered an ad for an assistant chef.”
“You’re a chef?”
“Yeah.” Grinning, he
held out his hands and looked down at himself. “Not your idea of a chef, huh?”
She returned his grin.
“Not exactly.”
“Looks can be deceiving.
That whole don’t-judge-a-book-by-its-cover thing.”
“That’s true.” She
passed the bag over the counter to him. “Good luck.”
“Thanks…” He glanced at
the nametag pinned above her left breast. “Paige.”
He turned and walked
toward the door. With his hand on the push bar, he looked at her over his
shoulder. “If I get the job, maybe I’ll see you around town.”
“You probably will. It’s
a small town.”
He nodded once in
acknowledgement of her comment, then left the store.
Paige placed her hand on
her stomach again. A chef, of all things. She never would’ve guessed that about
him. Not that a chef couldn’t look hot, but she didn’t get that kind of vibe
from him. He seemed a little bit…dangerous.
A shiver passed through
her. What fun it would be to tame him.
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