Waitress, Symphony Porter’s obsession with fire has made her a target for distrust and rejection. She’s broke and with her home weeks away from foreclosure, she’s eager to drive to Key West to claim an unexpected inheritance. Symphony arrives in town expecting a quick exit, but soon stumbles into trouble—to include six feet three inches of scorching hot danger to her heart. With time running out, the last thing Symphony needs is a handsome investigator hot on her trail.
Fire investigator, Nathan Zachary has had enough relationships crash and burn, that he knows at first sight that Symphony is the woman for him. He’s ready to make the saucy waitress a permanent part of his life, but a series of random fires puts Symphony on a collision course with Nathan’s case. As the spark of attraction ignites between them, so does the danger and suspicion.
Nathan is everything Symphony’s ever wanted, but—she’s learned good things don’t last for long. To make matters worse, someone in town knows her secret. As the evidence mounts, how will these two fiery lovers learn to trust and uncover the truth before their happily ever after goes up in flames?
Glancing at herself in the wall-length mirror, Symphony quirked a brow at her flying-high boobs. The girls were definitely broadcasting in surround sound tonight.
A knock sounded at the door, making Symphony jerk.
“The toads are getting jumpy. Time to get to work,” said Claudia without showing her face.
“Coming.” Stuffing her blue crystal lighter into her jeans pocket, she grabbed her starched apron from its hook. She looked around, the counter was clear of her belongings, so she secured her locker.
Eager to fill her apron with tips, she bolted out the door where she met with a solid wall of hard muscle. Her body was already moving backwards when large hands gripped her waist, steadying her. Before Symphony realized her intentions, her hands gripped sculpted biceps, granite hard, and held on. Her skin tingled at the contact.
A jolt of heightened awareness assailed Symphony. His deep voice flowed over her with the caress of smooth jazz. She looked up and met with smoke-gray eyes. Not only were his eyes stunning, so were his full lips and chiseled jaw. Well, pumpkin pie in the sky, she loved jazz and gray-eyed gorgeousness.
Symphony licked her lips, already tasting his toasted skin between her teeth. The instant attraction surprised her. Somewhere in the back of her lust-hazed brain a saxophone blew Mariah Carey’s Shake It Off.
She cleared her throat. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
Neither of them moved. His dark hair curled up close to his shirt collar and was too long to be considered professional. His penetrating stare could be considered impolite, but she liked it. His hands tightened around her waist and on instinct, she moved closer.
“You’re gorgeous.” She heard him say.
His lips. They were moving again. The sound a musical note that resonated in her bones. A life-sized Pied Piper was in her midst and she had to break the spell.
“Bold and charming,” she chided. “Aren’t I a lucky girl?”
“Glad to hear you like me, too.” He smiled and her pulse put on track shoes. “We haven’t been introduced, I’m—”
She interrupted, not wanting him to take her any farther down this road. “No, you’d… remember me.” Her voice sounded strangled to her own ears.
When he laughed, the skin around his eyes crinkled at the corners, and those gorgeous lips stretched wide to reveal just shy of perfect dimples. They were shallow as if God changed his mind about bestowing excessive good looks to one man.
Symphony’s breasts grew heavy beneath the thin t-shirt material.
The fingers he had at her waist did a slow back and forward motion along her torso. Unable to stop herself, Symphony glanced down just in time to see her nipples harden and peak. The t-shirt she wore must have a press and clung fibers because her nipples were in 4-D and the hottie in front of her tracked her gaze down to Titty Town Center.
“I’m Nathan,” he rasped, eyes riveted to her breasts. “Nathan Zachary.”
Symphony opened her mouth, but only a whimper escaped. She expected her rapid beating heart to jump higher than lottery balls next. A tiny voice in her head made the introduction she hadn’t. Hello, My Name is O Ye Foolish Woman. Symphony could have sworn under oath Nathan’s nostrils flared and his body began to expand. Or maybe, she shrank beneath his, me Tarzan, you Jane vibe. Nathan radiated danger and his touch was downright criminal.
“And your name would be,” he prompted, holding her in place with his stare.
There was laughter behind his words.
When Symphony looked at Nathan full on, her fingers ached to sink deep, touch every inch of his tanned skin. He looked like he could be a billboard for Rugged Man Roll-On, Outdoorsman Outfitters, Body Paint for Boyfriends. You name it and he could sell it. He was every woman’s fantasy—translation, he was all wrong for her. Normal guys belonged with normal girls. Symphony held a permanent address in IBeAbnormal, USA.
“I’m… ah… Nathan Zachary, don’t you think you should let me go?”
He chuckled, revealing straight white teeth.
“Odd name for a pretty woman, but I don’t think I should let you go, little Blue.”
Oh gosh, he was a man with a sense of humor. Symphony kept her dark tresses colored with a blueberry rinse. Oftentimes, the color went unnoticed until sunlight hit the strands.
Nathan was a desperate woman’s kryptonite. One night in his arms and she’d forget about her troubles, well, until she was livi out of a hi-jacked grocery cart. He was a walking, talking distraction she couldn’t afford to even window shop.
Nathan pulled her in closer to his very warm, big body. His eyes took a languid stroll down to her breasts. When their eyes met once more, his were lit with an undeniable burn of desire.
Symphony’s breath hitched. Well damn, the girls were on the job.
Siera London is the bestselling author of drama-filled, action-packed, and sexy, contemporary romance and romantic suspense. A native Floridian, Siera lives on the Gulf of Mexico with her active duty husband, seven backyard iguanas, and a color patch tabby with a proclivity for jamming the printer.
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