Joey is trapped in a backdraft. His relationship with Simone is going great—until she dumps him. His mother is marrying a younger man, and his station has him in a Santa suit for a fundraiser. Not exactly what he’d call the best lot in life, especially with an arsonist on the loose in Pamona Gulch.
Things are heating up to dangerous levels. And then he sees her.
Vivian is licking old wounds and trying to protect the precious heart of her four-year-old daughter. Her ex left her world in cinders, and starting something knew and full of promise leaves her wondering what will remain when the smoke clears.
Zane can admit it was a disastrous one. But the odd case of Lettie is one he’s determined to explore. If the stubborn woman would just give him a second chance, she’d see they are explosive together.
One kiss tells Lettie exactly how things are going to go in a relationship. The lip-lock with Zane is a non-starter, but he won’t take no for an answer. He even opens his home to the shelter animals as she struggles to clean up the smoke damage from the most recent arson fire.
“Have dog, will love” has to count for something, right? But as Lettie fights to extinguish the sizzling attraction, Zane continues to show her just how well he can create an inferno.
Book Four: Twice burned is sometimes the key.
Logan doesn’t do repeats. Ever. It’s a cardinal rule he must live by. Katie was a mistake—one he never would have made if he knew she lived in Pamona Gulch. It would have saved him the slow and steady burn of his lust for the last two years. The need to take Katie back under hand … and command … is stronger than ever now.
Into the arms of a dangerous blaze.
Desire flares when Logan saves her. What’s between them is undeniable, but with the arsonist caught and anger sparking, will it snuff out what’s growing, or will it only add fuel to the fire?
He nodded and his mouth fell open as if he wanted to say something but then hesitated.
“It’s about the joke, isn’t it? I’m sorry. It was stupid. Trust me, I’ve been kicking myself about it ever since.”
Jon took a step toward me and I felt the heat of his body as there wasn’t even an inch between us. He leaned toward my ear and his hot breath fluttered my hair over my cheeks. “You need to stop thinking and start doing. Let me do the thinking for you.” His fingers tightened for only a moment before he let go.
My head had a harder time with that than the broom closet. How could Jon squeezing my hand cause my core to clench? And I could tell my panties were wet, too.
“Are you going to lock me in there?” I clasped my hands in front of my crotch as if he could see the effect he was having on me.
One corner of his mouth curled and there had never been anything so sexy on a man.
“No, of course not, Emmie. I’m going in there with you.”
Why was my heart pounding harder in my chest?
“Okay . . .” I said and went willingly inside a small dark room with a man I didn’t know that well. These were the types of bad decisions my sister made, not me. And yet, I wanted to be inside the room with him.
My clit pulsed, and I glanced around the dark broom closet. It wasn’t sexy and most likely, a little dirty but something about this whole scenario was crazy hot.
He stood in the doorway and stared at me.
“I thought you said you were coming in here with me?”
Jon smirked and stepped inside, closing the door and turning on the light switch.
He placed his hands behind his back like a teacher about to give me a lesson. And as he stepped forward, I noticed his eyes darkened to slate.
Was he going to kiss me?
I hoped so. I’d get down on my knees and pray to every god that ever existed if it helped get the man’s lips on my mouth. Perhaps if I pretended to pass out, he’d administer mouth to mouth?
It worked in the movies.
“Have you ever had an orgasm, Emmie?”
Elizabeth Lynx writes romcoms with a lot of steam and characters you’ll be mad aren’t actually real. She has worn many hats in life: mother, wife, photographer, graphic designer, executive assistant, and used to print pictures for the White House. For the past several years, she’s decided to put down on paper all the crazy voices in her head. Surprisingly, those voices did some really naughty things.
Tess and Simon Sparrow may have a few more grey hairs and wrinkles than they used to, but that doesn’t stop them being swept up in a whirlwind romance and starting over again. Swapping their city lives for an escape to the countryside, they fall in love with a crumbling hotel and impulsively buy it as their forever home to grow old in together…
Renovating the glorious, wisteria-clad property on the gorgeous cliff-tops of Cornwall was meant to be a delightful retirement project. But the dream soon turns into reality and practical Tess and optimist Simon are faced with leaky bathrooms, creaky stairs and a roof that’s just about holding up.
Running out of money fast, the couple decide to rent out a few rooms to save their new home.
Along come mysterious Celia, hapless romantic Benedict and tarnished, lovelorn actress Titania – all looking for a fresh start. Everyone in this eclectic group has their own reasons for being in Cornwall and across the summer they each go on a journey of self-discovery at The Golden Oldies Guesthouse as they realize there is still plenty of time for love, life, friendship… and a few unexpected surprises.
While most people in their sixties are looking forward to the rest and relaxation that comes with retirement, newly married Tess and Simon Sparrow are looking for a new adventure. On the cliffs of Cornwall, Tess and Simon find exactly what they’ve been looking for, a run-down house that with, a good bit of work, will make a lovely bed and breakfast.
A good bit of work . . . . .
With their respective homes in London sold for a tidy profit and a whole host of hope, Tess and Simon begin contacting laborers for estimates and timetables. Tess and Simon quickly discover life moves a bit slower in the country than it does in the city. With a pressing need to open for business and recoup some of the immense expenses, Tess and Simon dive in and help the laborers in any way they can. Painting, cleaning, buying new furnishings, sewing new curtains and cushions, all while living in a small caravan isn’t exactly how Tess envisioned her retirement and new marriage. Be that as it may, Tess tries to keep a good attitude as she soldiers on and begins to see her fixer-upper come to life.
The guests arrive . . . .
After months – long, cold months – of soul-sucking and bank account draining hard work, Tess and Simon’s newly remodeled and renamed Sparrows’ Nest is open for business. Their four rooms are booked, and each guest is meant to stay for more than a month. On the roster, a publisher-turned-novelist, a would-be painter, an aging stage star, and a couple looking to rekindle their forty-year romance. Each guest has his or her own agenda, some for the better and some for the worse, and a desire to find some peace in their respective lives. The writer needs inspiration, the painter needs a lay over prior to her escape, the actress is seeking revenge, and the couple is on the verge of a major life change. While none expect to find a good bit of healing and clarity, that is exactly what each, in his or her own way finds at the Sparrows’ Nest. To Tess and Simon’s credit, they work hard not to pry and simply allow their guests the peace and solitude they have paid for; it isn’t until the lot of them has come and gone that Tess and Simon discover the truth of their guests.
The Bottom Line: I enjoyed every aspect of this book except one, SIMON!!! Simon is a complete and total ass who adds nothing but anger (on my part!) to the read. He is selfish, thoughtless, and somewhat unkind so when his part in the story lessened in the second and third parts, my enjoyment increased. Outside of Simon, I greatly enjoyed the descriptions of the old house coming back to life, the idyllic setting, the varied and wonderfully strange mix of locals and guests, and the various storylines associated with everyone. Except Simon 😊 I’m not sure there is a message or moral to be taken from this book, but it is lovely read that kept me turning pages at a fair clip. It is a rather long read at 500+ pages, but I found the pacing and the various plot lines to be sufficient and entertaining enough to not notice the overall length. A solid read to be sure!
I grin at him. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”
“Scared? Not really. Let’s just say I want to make a good first impression.” He nudges his head at my dress. “I have half a mind to rip that off you. How attached are you to it?”
I cock a brow at him. “Very much attached. Took me hours to get this one. Besides, I don’t see why guys think it’s that easy to rip a dress apart. That only happens in cheesy movies.”
“Do you want to test that theory?”
I stare at his muscles and then think of the delicate edges of my pretty dress and decide not.
“Thought as much. So how about you take it off yourself? Wait,” he stops me when I move to reach the zip at the back of the dress. He leans against the back of the couch and folds his hands over his chest. “How about you do it slow and steady? You know, like I was a gentleman in a club, and you’re trying to get me to empty my pocket?”
“So, I’m your stripper now?” I ask, my hand cocked on my hip.
“No.” His gaze suddenly goes dark, his voice deep as he stares at me with a look that is so blatantly sexual it makes my mouth go dry. “For this night, you’re whatever I want you to be. Whatever . . .”
That should not arouse me as much as it does.
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