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Details Below!
- ISBN-13: 9781633750777
- Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
- Publication date: 10/20/2014
- Series: Entangled Brazen
- Sold by: Macmillan
- Format: eBook
- Pages: 274
Overview
A sexy category romance from Entangled’s Brazen imprint… He’ll show this good girl the thrill of being bad… Good girl Melody Merritt is ready to be bad. Fresh out of an unsatisfying ten-year engagement to the town golden boy, she’s determined to make up for lost time. And who better to burn her sterling reputation to the ground than Bluelick’s sinfully sexy new fire chief whose wicked gaze promises complete and utter domination? Yes, please.
Read an Excerpt:
I don’t know about the rest of the men in Bluelick, but you took care of me in half a lap.
She laughed and then looked back at the fire station to see if she could spot him anywhere. Nope. Still grinning, she typed, You dirty pervert. Get your head out of your pants.
He texted back immediately. Wasn’t my head in my pants. It was something a bit more…handy.
The thought of him, watching her and…ahem…handling himself, sent her head straight into her pants. Don’t you have an engine to buff?
The engine is buffed. I buffed it for the better part of 3 minutes, thanks to you prancercizing in that outfit.
Red tank top over a jog bra and red running shorts? This is a perfectly ordinary running outfit.
Her incoming text signal dinged immediately. From the Nike “Cock Tease” collection. I sat here in all kinds of agony watching your tits bounce while you jogged around the square, remembering how it felt to be lodged between them. I’m not even going to tell you what the sight of your ass in those running shorts does to me. It’s begging to be spanked. I counted 5 laps. You do the math.
She tripped over her own foot, caught her balance, and looked around again. Still no sign of him, but she felt the heat of his gaze as profoundly as a touch. Her skin tingled. Her system hummed. She fought off a naughty urge to run five more laps. Not that she could. This time she’d know he was watching—which brought a whole new meaning to the term “runner’s high.”
The firehouse stood to her right, in all its historic redbrick glory. She boldly faced the building, put her hand on her hip, and sent the structure a defiant stare. When that didn’t produce any response, she typed, I feel so objectified. Is that all you see when you look at me? Tits and ass? Fine with her. High time someone did.
He sent a new picture over—of her staring at the firehouse. I notice every goddamn thing. Look at your long, toned legs. I might actually get bruised when they’re wrapped around my waist and you’re losing control. I’m also thinking, just for once, you be the firefighter and I’ll be the citizen in distress.
It took a lot not to laugh out loud, but she didn’t want to stand there laughing to herself in the town square like a crazy lady. Keeping her eyes on the screen, she typed, Is this before or after the spanking?
My shift ends at midnight. I’ll be on your doorstep at 12:05 and then you’ll find out.
I don’t know about the rest of the men in Bluelick, but you took care of me in half a lap.
She laughed and then looked back at the fire station to see if she could spot him anywhere. Nope. Still grinning, she typed, You dirty pervert. Get your head out of your pants.
He texted back immediately. Wasn’t my head in my pants. It was something a bit more…handy.
The thought of him, watching her and…ahem…handling himself, sent her head straight into her pants. Don’t you have an engine to buff?
The engine is buffed. I buffed it for the better part of 3 minutes, thanks to you prancercizing in that outfit.
Red tank top over a jog bra and red running shorts? This is a perfectly ordinary running outfit.
Her incoming text signal dinged immediately. From the Nike “Cock Tease” collection. I sat here in all kinds of agony watching your tits bounce while you jogged around the square, remembering how it felt to be lodged between them. I’m not even going to tell you what the sight of your ass in those running shorts does to me. It’s begging to be spanked. I counted 5 laps. You do the math.
She tripped over her own foot, caught her balance, and looked around again. Still no sign of him, but she felt the heat of his gaze as profoundly as a touch. Her skin tingled. Her system hummed. She fought off a naughty urge to run five more laps. Not that she could. This time she’d know he was watching—which brought a whole new meaning to the term “runner’s high.”
The firehouse stood to her right, in all its historic redbrick glory. She boldly faced the building, put her hand on her hip, and sent the structure a defiant stare. When that didn’t produce any response, she typed, I feel so objectified. Is that all you see when you look at me? Tits and ass? Fine with her. High time someone did.
He sent a new picture over—of her staring at the firehouse. I notice every goddamn thing. Look at your long, toned legs. I might actually get bruised when they’re wrapped around my waist and you’re losing control. I’m also thinking, just for once, you be the firefighter and I’ll be the citizen in distress.
It took a lot not to laugh out loud, but she didn’t want to stand there laughing to herself in the town square like a crazy lady. Keeping her eyes on the screen, she typed, Is this before or after the spanking?
My shift ends at midnight. I’ll be on your doorstep at 12:05 and then you’ll find out.
Giveaway Info:
$25.00 Amazon Gift Card,
a rare print copy of Private Practice,
and a Skull Bracelet – International
Use the Rafflecopter form below to enter
Good Luck!!
Giveaway Info:
$25.00 Amazon Gift Card,
a rare print copy of Private Practice,
and a Skull Bracelet – International
Use the Rafflecopter form below to enter
Good Luck!!
Wine lover, sleep fanatic, and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy contemporary romance novels, Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering but extremely adorable husband and their elementary-aged turbo-son. Throw in a furry ninja named Kitty and Bebe the trash talking Chihuahua and you get the whole, chaotic picture.
When not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-afters, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.
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Book Blurb:
He’ll show this good girl the thrill of being bad…
Good girl Melody Merritt is ready to be bad.
Fresh out of an unsatisfying ten-year engagement to the town golden boy, she’s
determined to make up for lost time. And who better to burn her sterling reputation
to the ground than Bluelick’s sinfully sexy new fire chief whose wicked gaze
promises complete and utter domination? Yes, please.
Corrupting the prim and proper Little Miss
Bluelick is the most action Josh Bradley’s seen since he transferred from Cincinnati
to fast-track his career. He won’t let anything or anyone—not even the
delectable Melody Merritt—trap him in this Kentucky-fried Mayberry, but when
their searing chemistry yields an unexpected result, he realizes he’s started a
blaze that's completely beyond his control…
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I love all of Entagled's lines, they really are fabulous! Thanks for the chance to win Debbie, have a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kindlemom, You Too!
DeleteI just love the Brazen line and all their covers. It's so hard to resist one-clicking them ALL lol
ReplyDeleteYeah I thought of you right away Anna when I saw this tour come up :)
DeleteThanks for the comment
Oh this sounds delightful and perfect for by the fire!
ReplyDeleteOOh now thats a visual Kim. :) thanks!
DeleteI live close to a fire station and I'm sure our fire chief isn't as sexy as the dude here. Josh Bradley can set me on fire and and hose me down anytime.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean Braine :) hubba hubba
DeleteI've never read/listened to any story with this theme. Thank you for bringing it to my attention :)
ReplyDeleteThank You Loupe :)
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