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Excerpt from 'Firefighter's Pet':


Veronica:
Boots. Legs, long strong legs. A large hand fisted around the base of a bouquet of tall red roses. My heart shoots to my throat. What? Then the bouquet is lowered and the man behind it reveals himself. Bright blue eyes, a squared jaw. Mischief written all over his face.
“Good evening, miss.”
I gasp.
Gods, have mercy on a poor single woman’s heart!
“Mike! Hi… wow. How did you find me?”
“You left your name with the paramedics, and in a town of this size... Wasn’t too hard. You wanted me to find you, didn’t you?”
His smile is full of sinful promises of everything I’ve hoped for, every naughty dream I’ve ever had. His gaze travels lower, over my breasts, stopping there a moment, making me feel as if he’s physically touching them, before he takes in the rest of me. I’m painfully aware of my too-cute slippers that don’t match the rest of my much sexier outfit and decide that distraction is the best course of action. I drop my hand and let the gap in the front of the robe widen. My nipples tighten from his inspection, and it clearly doesn’t pass him unnoticed. I swallow hard as I take him in. Cowboy boots, black jeans, black T-shirt and an equally black leather jacket. All hard planes and oozing of sex.
Epic.
“Are you gonna let me in?” His voice is a husky baritone that reverberates right through me.
I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. It’s stupid. Like… I really shouldn’t! Quiet, inner sane voice! I smooth out an invisible wrinkle on the front of my pajama shorts. A slight shiver of excitement courses through me, then I cock my head and meet his gaze with a side smile.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. I’m doing this.
Chain unhooked, I let the door swing open.


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