Love Burns












ISBN Digital: 9781628309058
ISBN Print: 9781628309041
Page Count: 404
Word Count: 100192
Rating: Spicy

The River Series



Smokejumper Dave Knight lives by two simple rules—play hard, work harder. Heartache taught him love and commitment don't mix with his high-intensity lifestyle. That hot kiss with the classy Olivia Benedetti-Harper was a mistake, but he walked away in time. Too bad he can't run from the memories. Then a plane crash shatters his future, forcing him to face the ashes of his past, the woman he can't forget, and the toughest challenge of his life: Stop running.

The right man broke her heart. How could the wrong man heal it? Obedient daughter and dutiful wife, Olivia always followed the rules—only to be abandoned by her unfaithful husband. As she rebuilds her life, bad-boy Dave is a sizzling temptation she can't afford. However, breaking the rules with the wrong man might be the best mistake this good girl's ever made for love.

Excerpt:

Dave cleared his throat. “Come here.”

She glanced over her shoulder and met his hungry eyes. A thrill of anxiety and longing prickled through her as she caressed along her collarbone and drifted her hand to her breast, deliberately dragging her fingertips over her nipple. Truth was, she hungered for the pleasures he’d made her feel in that hallway, under the stars on their walk, and last night. Her marriage had imploded in sorrow, pain, and regret. If only her intimate life with R.J. had been more, more…intimate. In the beginning, when her innocence and optimism colored everything, she’d hoped, dreamed of the pleasures that should have been, but she’d never made him happy in bed. He’d definitely not made her happy, but he’d convinced her she was the problem.

“Come here.” Dave held out his hand. “You’ll need your back done.”

Olivia handed him the sunscreen bottle and knelt. He lightly kissed her nape before drizzling the lotion over her back. He smoothed both hands along her spine to the cleft of her bottom and to her hips, gliding, sliding, over waist, ribs, shoulders, and neck, turning the simple lotion application into a sensual massage. Her sigh escaped as a dreamy groan.

“Turn around.” His low husky voice drew a deep shiver through her core.

She shifted around, and her mouth dried at his simmering gaze.

He squeezed more lotion onto his fingertips. “Shut your eyes.”

Bright sunlight glowed through her closed eyelids. Cool touches of lotion brushed her face and throat, and she shivered under Dave’s delicate touch.

“Keep your eyes shut.”

She heard him shift on the blanket. His fingertips traced her face, trailed down her throat, and his breath whispered over her face, the scent of apple warning how close his lips were to hers. More gentle sweeps followed, ever lower, to the curves of her breasts.

His lips brushed hers, and he dusted kisses across her cheek and jaw, and the tip of her nose, which made her giggle. His warm hand cupped her breast, and she shivered under the rough graze of his thumb, nervous, yet greedy for more. As he teased lazy kisses lower, his thumb played a mesmerizing rhythm, setting her pulse to anxious dancing.

Stop. Let him play. Just enjoy. This is what you’ve craved: to play, to be wanted, to feel.

Carefully following the rules had brought her heartbreak. Breaking the rules couldn’t be any worse. Right?




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