by Kayla Perrin
A combustible attraction...
Flirting with a gorgeous stranger at the bar is how Lorraine Mitchell celebrates her longed-for newly single status. One-night stands usually run hot and wild before quickly flaming out, but Lorraine cannot forget her heated encounter with firefighter Hunter Holland. Weeks later, she is beyond surprised to discover that his father—a former patient of hers—has left her a large bequest!
Last time Hunter was in the same room as Lorraine, they were burning up the sheets. Now he’s staring at her from across a lawyer’s office. At first, guilt and grief convince him that the beautiful nurse took advantage of his long-estranged father. Yet despite mutual mistrust, he knows this kind of chemistry only comes around once in a lifetime. And reviving their spark just might ignite a love that’s as deep and true as it is scorching...
The last of her resistance slipped away. “You win,” she whispered.
“I win? You think this a game to me?”
“If it is, you don’t play to lose.”
“I’m just mad attracted to you,” he said. “Am I the only one feeling this?”
Maybe it was the vulnerable hitch to his voice, the rawness of emotion she heard. Maybe it was the earnest look in his eyes. The look that said he was unable to control whatever it was that seemed to have him in its grip. She understood. Because she felt the same way, too.
Lorraine repositioned herself on the sofa so that her legs were beneath her and her body was facing Hunter’s. “I feel it, too,” she admitted. He had put himself out on an emotional ledge, and she didn’t want to leave him there alone. To make him believe that she wasn’t as interested in him as he was in her would have been dishonest and cruel. God only knew why she was attracted to him, but she was. Fiercely.
Dear Reader,
Welcome back to Ocean City and Fire Station Two, the backdrop for my Love on Fire series. This time, you’ll join Lorraine and Hunter on their journey to find love.
Have you ever let a disagreement come between you and a family member? What if that estranged family member died? That’s what my hero, Hunter, faces. He’s a strong and driven firefighter, but the death of his father brings him to his knees. It’s certainly not an ideal time to meet the irresistible Lorraine, but his connection with her is as undeniable as it is welcome. Until Hunter learns something about her that he’s not sure he can get past.
It’s with some sadness that I say goodbye to Ocean City and the sexy firefighters I’ve written about. But I’m excited about my new series featuring the Burke brothers. These four single, athletic brothers are going to sweep you off of your feet! Get ready for some steamy stories!
Thanks so much for picking up Sizzling Desire. I hope you enjoy Hunter and Lorraine’s story!
Kayla
SIZZLING DESIRE
Kayla Perrin
Kayla Perrin is a multi-award winning, multi-published USA TODAY and Essence bestselling author. She’s been writing since she could hold a pencil, and sent her first book to a publisher when she was just thirteen years old. Since 1998, she’s had over fifty novels and novellas published. She’s been featured in Ebony magazine, RT Book Reviews, the South Florida Business Journal, the Toronto Star and other Canadian and American publications. Her works have been translated into Italian, German, Spanish and Portuguese. In 2011, Kayla received the prestigious Harry Jerome Award for excellence in the arts in Canada. She lives in the Toronto area with her daughter.
You can find Kayla on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. Please visit her website at authorkaylaperrin.com.
Books by Kayla Perrin
Harlequin Kimani Romance
Island Fantasy
Freefall to Desire
Taste of Desire
Always in My Heart
Surrender My Heart
Heart to Heart
Until Now
Burning Desire
Flames of Passion
Passion Ignited
Sizzling Desire
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
In memory of Byron Askie Nedd.
By all accounts, you were one of the nicest guys ever.
I miss your warm spirit, your kind heart and your music.
As they say, the good ones die young.
RIP, my friend.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Excerpt from Just for the Holidays by Nana Malone
Chapter 1
The pulsing beat of the music in the bar thrummed through Lorraine Baxter’s body. As she looked at her three best friends in the world, who were all seated around her at the table, she halted her head-bopping as a wave of emotion washed over her. “I love you guys so much,” she said, her eyes misting as she looked at each of them in turn. “You know that, right? Every time I need you, you guys are there for me. You never fail me. So thank you for always being there. And thanks so much for being here for me tonight.”
“Where else would we be?” Rosa asked, giving Lorraine’s hand a squeeze. She was five foot nothing, part Mexican and part African American. She had a mass of long, curly black hair that flowed down her back and around her shoulders, hair that she hadn’t cut in about a decade. Whenever she went out, she liked to show off her voluptuous figure. Tonight she was doing that by wearing a low-cut, formfitting black dress that highlighted her “girls”—as she liked to call them.
“Of course we’re here for you,” Amanda said. “This is the most important day of your life.”
Amanda was tall, five foot nine, with a slender frame and smooth, dark skin. She liked to wear her hair short and away from her face. She had beautiful eyes and perfect cheekbones, features that were highlighted when she wore her black hair back.
“It is, isn’t it?” Lorraine asked, the significance of today once again dawning on her. She was a newly single woman, her divorce final now for six and a half hours. She raised her glass, which was filled with an icy margarita brew. “To dear friends. The ones a girl can really count on through the good and the bad in life.”
Rosa, Amanda and Trina all raised their glasses with their own drinks and held them high. “Hear, hear,” and “Cheers!” they said in unison, before sipping their respective drinks.
Lorraine had met these three women in college. They’d all been in the same sociology class, and tended to sit in the same seats, which coincidentally were near each other. One day, Rosa had been crying softly throughout the lecture, and Trina had ended up talking to her. Lorraine, who’d overheard bits of the conversation that had to do with some guy who’d dumped her, had inserted herself into the conversation to offer Rosa comfort. Amanda had done the same. It had been Amanda’s idea that they all go out to have a drink and talk about the class assignment as a way to help Rosa’s mood. Ever since that day, they’d all been friends.
“I think we need a round of tequila shooters,” Trina announced, already pushing her chair back. Trina was also tall, just about an in
ch shorter than Amanda. Her skin was very pale, and on occasion people confused her for Hispanic. But she would proudly point out that her thick hips, big booty and kinky brown hair were sure signs that she was African American.
“You always think we need tequila,” Amanda said to Trina, then laughed.
“Because life is better with tequila.”
“Not my life,” Rosa quipped.
Trina looked down at her, giving her a pointed stare. “If not for the round of tequila shooters that day after sociology class when we first met, would we even be friends right now?”
Lorraine remembered that day well. Trina had assured Rosa that tequila would help her forget whatever guy was causing her so much emotional grief. Rosa had downed the tequila shot and promptly gagged. They’d all laughed about it, but through the laughter, Rosa realized she was no longer thinking about the guy who’d broken her heart. So tequila shooters were always on the menu whenever there was some sort of man drama among the group.
“All right,” Rosa agreed. “But one tequila shooter is my limit.”
“Oh, we already know that!” Amanda said as Trina started off toward the bar. “Ah, this is just like old times. A round of shooters will kick this celebration into high gear.” She faced Lorraine. “And you—no more tears!”
Lorraine nodded. Tonight was a celebration. That had been the plan, to go out with her friends. She certainly hadn’t wanted to mark the occasion at home alone.
“Okay,” Lorraine agreed. “No more tears. Not that I’m crying over Paul,” she added with a frown.
“Good!” Rosa exclaimed. “You’re rid of that jerk who made your life a living hell. You should be dancing on the table!”
Lorraine couldn’t help smiling. “That would go over well with this crowd, me jumping on the table and getting down.”
“I’ll give you one hundred dollars to get on the table and do it,” Amanda said. “If I were finally free of such a nasty jerk, I’d be dancing on the roof.”
“Ah, no.” Lorraine wasn’t about to make a spectacle of herself. Though she certainly did want to dance for joy. She was finally free of Paul. A marriage that never should have happened.
Rather, a marriage that she had entered into wholeheartedly, only to learn that her husband hadn’t given their union the same effort. Paul had never truly loved her, never supported her dreams and goals. Ending the marriage was the only thing to do.
Lorraine had expected him to be unhappy, but not for him to turn downright nasty during the divorce proceedings. He’d had an investigator look into her financial history, find out if she had secret bank accounts, or gifts from family she’d never told Paul about. The slimy investigator had learned that her mother had left her a bond. Nothing substantial, but Paul had nonetheless demanded half of it.
Thinking about Paul left a bitter taste in her mouth, and Lorraine sipped some water. Her divorce was final. Paul was officially out of her life. And tonight, she was wiping the slate clean fittingly. Taking back her single status with grand style. Rosa had even bought her a black veil—the opposite of the white one she’d worn on her wedding day. Not to mark this is as a somber occasion, but to mark it as a funeral for her past life. A life she could officially move on from.
“I’m sure this is an emotional day for you,” Rosa said. “Saying goodbye to the past can be hard, even if you know it’s the right thing.” She smiled softly. “I look forward to the day when you’re back to being your old self—the woman who was stress-free and happy until Paul dragged you down.”
Rosa was absolutely right. Lorraine hadn’t been the same person after just two years of marriage. She’d sunk into depression. Nothing had been good enough to please Paul. All her efforts to make her marriage work had been in vain. She had increasingly thrown herself into work, but even that was an emotional rollercoaster. As a palliative care nurse, she loved her patients, but losing them was always painful.
“Trina needs to hurry up with those shooters,” Amanda said.
Lorraine looked toward the section of the bar where Trina had ventured off to. Trina was lost somewhere in the crowd.
As Lorraine’s gaze wandered the other way, it stopped abruptly, landing on another pair of eyes. They were dark and intense and drew her in for a few glorious seconds. She stared, unable to turn away, while the man who owned those striking eyes stared back.
The air rushing out of her lungs, Lorraine felt an undeniable sizzle of heat.
She checked out the man staring back at her. Golden brown skin. Broad shoulders and seriously muscular biceps. Wow.
She glanced away, blushing.
“Who are you looking at?” Amanda asked, and shot a peek over her shoulder.
“Don’t!” Lorraine admonished, but she was too late.
“What am I missing?” Rosa asked.
“Oh, I see him,” Amanda said, her tone piquing with interest. “The guy behind me in the second booth. Wearing a pale blue shirt.”
“Oh!” Rosa’s eyes widening, she playfully swatted Lorraine’s arm. “Girl, you’re flirting?”
“Can’t I look at a man without you guys making a big deal about it?” Lorraine asked.
Trina appeared then, weaving through the crowd back toward the table. She was carrying a plate with the four shot glasses grouped closely together. Surrounding the glasses were four lime wedges. “One round of tequila shooters!” Trina announced. She placed the plate onto the table, then took her seat beside Amanda again. “Grab one, ladies.”
They each took a shot glass, but left the limes on the plate. Trina was the first to lick her hand and pour salt onto it. The rest of the ladies followed suit.
Rosa quickly raised her shot glass. “To Lorraine getting to know the hot guy in the blue shirt.”
Trina frowned. “Huh? What did I miss?”
“He’s at the table behind us,” Amanda explained.
“Don’t look—” Lorraine said, but Trina was already whipping her head around.
Lorraine glanced at the hottie again, saw him smile at her. Oh, God. He was paying attention to them. And now he knew that she and her friends were talking about him.
“I’m totally embarrassed,” Lorraine said. “He knows that I’m staring at him. Thanks to you guys.”
“To Lorraine’s fresh start,” Amanda said, raising the shooter and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“I’ll drink to that!” Rosa enthused.
There was no point in arguing with these women, who loved her unconditionally. So Lorraine downed her shooter along with her friends. The tequila burned its way down her throat. She quickly stuffed the lime in her mouth to kill the bite of the booze. As she and her friends did the same, Rosa feigned a gagging sound. They all started laughing. Yeah, this was just like old times.
“Okay, that’s my one and only tequila shot for the night,” Rosa said. “No more.”
“As if we don’t know that,” Trina said. “Though I’m really curious to know what a two-tequila night would be like for you.”
“You’re not going to find out,” Rosa told her.
As her friends engaged in playful chatter, Lorraine glanced in the sexy stranger’s direction. Again, he was looking at her.
“If you’re going to keep flirting,” Rosa began, “you need to fix your makeup. It’s a mess from when you got teary a few minutes ago.”
“What?” Lorraine gasped, horrified.
Rosa got to her feet and reached for Lorraine’s hand. “Let’s go to the restroom.”
Lorraine didn’t protest. Not that she was interested in the man she’d noticed, but flirting was not sexy with raccoon eyes.
She grabbed her purse from the table and started for the restroom with Rosa, who was a little unsteady on her feet. Lorraine’s head was definitely lighter. The margarita was already having an eff
ect on her. She wasn’t about to get over-the-top drunk, but being tipsy and feeling good was exactly what she wanted. Especially since she hadn’t hung out with her friends like this in such a long time. Paul hadn’t expressly forbidden it, but he’d made it clear that he didn’t like her friends. So they all needed tonight, and there was no shame in letting loose. They were all taking taxis home, so no need to worry about any of them driving while drunk.
Lorraine and Rosa entered the bathroom. The dark red walls seemed to suck up the already dim light. It was a horrible color scheme for the visibility required to reapply makeup.
Lorraine headed toward a mirror while Rosa went into a stall. Dim lighting or not, her ruined makeup was clear to see. Her mascara and eyeliner had bled around her eyes, and there was one long black streak on the left side of her face. She wondered if the hottie had been able to see her face clearly. How embarrassing!
Two other women burst into the restroom, giggling. As Lorraine tore off a piece of paper towel, the young women went right for the mirror, fixing their hair and applying fresh coats of lipstick.
“You really think he’s into me?” one of the women asked. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-two.
“He wouldn’t have bought you a drink if he wasn’t,” her friend responded.
Lorraine wet the paper towel, then started to carefully wipe around her eyes to remove the mess. She smiled as she listened to the friends chatter about the guy one of them liked. How long had it been since she’d been out like this with her own friends, happily scoping out the available men? Not in forever.
She frowned. What if the sexy stranger had been checking her out because of her black veil? She’d noticed curious looks from others tonight, but something about this man intrigued her. She hoped there was a connection between them.
The black streaks cleaned, Lorraine reached into her purse for her compact and started applying a fresh coat of powder.
Rosa exited the stall and approached a sink. When she looked at Lorraine she said, “Much better.”