Hot In Here (Ashton Heights Fire # 3)
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An hour and a half away. How was she going to wait that long?
“We’ll wait,” Blair said, turning her face so he could kiss her. When he was done, she was breathless, and when Leo kissed her as well, she turned downright faint.
“Blue’s right,” Leo said as they both reluctantly released her. “We’ll be right here until you finish. Then we’re going to take you home.”
Ally smiled to herself as she walked away.
Home.
She really liked the sound of that.
Thank you for reading HOT IN HERE, book 3 in the Ashton Heights Fire series. Your support in purchasing this book means so much to me. Books 1 and 2 in the trilogy (BURNING UP and GIVING OFF SPARKS), are also available and can be read out of order if you picked this story up first. All three books are spin off stories of my MMF novel ERICA’S CHOICE, so if you like a little man love with your ménage action, you might be interested in reading that book too.
I’ve had so much fun with all the characters of Ashton Heights and I’m glad you came on the journey with me. Read on for links to all my other available novels, and a short excerpt from another hot MFM ménage involving firefighters written by my friend and an awesome author Lexxie Couper.
Lastly, if you are willing and able to leave a review for this story at your place of purchase, it would be much appreciated! Every review helps other people find the books they’re looking for, which is a win-win for authors and readers alike.
Love,
Sami
Despite falling in love with creative writing in her teenage years, Sami worked a wide variety of jobs on her way to eventual publication. As a bartender she used to scrawl snatches of dialogue on the back of flyers advertising $2 drink specials. Now she types on a computer like a bona fide, professional author—but she wouldn't mind finding a bar that still sells $2 drinks. If you know of one, please email her at sami@samilee.com or contact her on Twitter or Facebook.
An author of hot, unashamedly romantic stories, Sami lives in Australia with her husband and two stupendous daughters. If that's too far away for you, visit her web home at www.samilee.com.
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A suspicious fire has destroyed the studio of glassblower Phoebe Masters. And she knows what that means—a visit from the region's best arson investigators. The two men who reduced her heart to cinders. Men she’d hoped never to see again.
One wild weekend with Phoebe overwhelmed Will Bradley and Damon Hunt. Like wankers, they blew it off, burning any chance for a triad-romance future with the talented beauty. The investigation gets them back in her life, but now they have to prove the three of them were meant to be together. Their strategy? A body-blazing inferno none of them will ever be able to extinguish.
But will the small town of Morpeth survive their desire? And more to the point, will Phoebe?
*WARNING: This novella contains two hot Australian men who may very well make you want to fly to Australia to experience your own sensual ménage romance. Cost of airline ticket not included with purchase. Blowing it Off is intended for a mature audience.
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EXCERPT
“Good to see village life hasn’t softened you up, Masters,” Damon said with a smirk, the sinful curl of his lips making Phoebe’s pussy constrict.
“Still, it looks like you’ve forgotten how to breathe properly,” Will noted, his milk-chocolate-brown eyes seeming to glint with mirth. “I’d say too much fresh air getting into your lungs, but then, you’re standing amongst a charcoal pit, so that can’t be it.”
Both went silent, waiting for her to say something.
She couldn’t think of a word. Not one.
How ‘bout, “kiss me, now”?
“Hello, Damon, William.” She nodded at them, keeping her voice as calm and formal as she could. Not easy, given that her pussy was tingling from all the vivid memories her brain was feeding her body about the two men before her. Damn brain. What the hell did it know?
Damon cocked a straight, dark eyebrow at her, crossing his sublimely muscled arms over a chest she knew for a fact was equally as sublime. “Hello, Phoebe,” he mocked, his voice just as calm and formal as hers.
Beside him, Will rolled his eyes. “Pheebs.” He gave her a steady look and she had to bite the inside of her lip to stop herself from stepping toward him. Toward them both. They’d made themselves pretty clear six months ago. She wasn’t going to be foolish enough to let them play with her heartstrings again.
They could play with your body, though? Surely just one more time? Or twice? Three times? For old times’ sake? Maybe four—
Damon cast a slow inspection around her studio before turning his gaze back on her. “So, someone been playing with matches, I see? Tsk tsk, didn’t you know little girls who play with fire get burned?”
“Bloody hell, Damon.” William rolled his eyes again, stepping away from Damon with a shake of his head. “Do you think you could be any more lame?”
Damon laughed. “Probably. If I tried hard enough.”
Phoebe stood frozen, watching them both. Goddamn it, she’d thought she’d braced herself for this, for their unique brand of disarming charm and humor. But no, it seemed she’d been a complete failure. Listening to them bounce insults off each other was the closest thing to foreplay she could think of without involving any physical activity. It had always been this way—they goofed around, she laughed at their sarcastic wit, and when they parted, she’d go back to her home with a stupid grin on her face and gooey warmth in her soul.
It wasn’t until their weekend together that she realized it was the two men making her so goddamn euphoric, of course. When that realization hit her, it was too late.
She ground her teeth. No. She wasn’t going to be foolish. Not again. It had hurt too much getting over them the first time.
She tilted her chin and straightened her shoulders, swallowing the lump in her throat before licking her lips. “Is there anything I can tell you about the fire?” she asked, shoving her hands in her hip pockets. “Any questions you need me to answer?”
William and Damon passed a quick glance between them. A tension settled over Damon’s body, his jaw bunching a second before William shook his head. “Not at the moment, Pheebs,” Will answered, turning back to her. “We’ll have to go over this place with a fine-tooth comb, however. Is your mobile number still the same? We can call you when we’re finished.”
Prickling disappointment crept through her. They were asking her to go away.
Of course they are, Masters. Isn’t this what you wanted? To not have anything to do with them again? What did you think they were going to do? Ask you to strip naked and become the filling in a manwich?
“Yes,” she blurted out.
Her cheeks filled with heat and she blinked. Jesus, what was she doing?
Both William’s and Damon’s eyebrows pulled into slight frowns. “Phoebe?” Damon took a step toward her, his size-fourteen foot somehow silent on the charred and littered floor. “We—”
> “Will call you when we’re done,” William finished, cutting him off.
For a brief moment—the time it took Phoebe’s heart to thump twice in her chest—it looked as if Damon was going to ignore his partner. Damon was the senior investigator after all, and three years older than Will, but then the man nodded, his expression becoming set. “Don’t leave town,” he uttered, the grumbled command nothing like his normal humor-laced voice.
She laughed, a nervous little hiccup of sound. “What would you do? Track me down and drag me back?”
Fresh heat flooded Phoebe’s face. Her eyes widened. Had she really said that?
Damon’s nostrils flared, his dark eyes locking on hers.
“Yes, Pheebs,” William’s steady voice played over her wrought senses, “we would.”
She jerked her stare to his, her pulse pounding.
Then why hadn’t you before?
The question sliced into her soul.
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