Fire Licked by Allison West @blushingallison ~ Released November 6, 2015 by Blushing Books

 

Fire Licked

by

Allison West

Publisher: Blushing Books

Released: November 5, 2015

Blurb:

Who doesn’t love a sexy, dominant fireman? After a tough breakup, Lexa Mae decides she needs a change. From the southern plains of South Dakota to the Big Apple, Lexa books a hotel room and spa package at the prestigious Sterling Hotel in Times Square. Looking forward to a relaxing getaway, Lexa’s fun is spoiled the moment handsome fireman Jules Sinclair knocks on her door, ordering an evacuation. Wearing nothing but a towel, she slams the door in his face, unwilling to leave just yet. Forced from the hotel as an explosion rocks the seventh floor, Lexa has managed to secure her dress but no panties as the handsome fireman Jules rescues her from the burning flames. With no friends in the city and her belongings destroyed, she has nowhere else to go. Jules invites Lexa to the fire station, offering her clothes, shelter, and even a hard spanking for dismissing his order to evacuate. Will she learn to submit to Jules or is the heat just too much?  

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Excerpt:

A loud knocking pounded at the door. “NY Fire Department!” A voice shouted as he knocked on her door. “Shit!” She shut the shower off and grabbed a white towel, wrapping it around her torso. Lexa walked to the door, poking her head out. A man, dressed in a NYFD outfit stood with his helmet on. “Ma’am, you need to evacuate the building.” “What? Why?” Lexa asked, cinching the towel to her chest. His blue eyes were captivating. His New York accent entrancing. “Can’t say. We’ve been ordered to evacuate the entire premises.” “That’s absurd!” Lexa huffed. “Let me get my clothes on.” She didn’t give him time to object. She slammed the door in his face, dropped her towel, and stalked back to the bathroom to get her dress back on.

From inside the bathroom, she pulled the little black dress on over her head, reaching for her panties when the ground rumbled as an explosion rocked the seventh floor of the hotel, drowning the entire floor in flames and smoke, and tossing her against the wall.  

About the Author:

Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. Allison also writes stories under the names Ruth Silver and Ravyn Rayne.

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And the Sky Wept ~ August 18, 2015 ~ Tantalyzing Tuesday

Tantalyzing Tuesday and I am posting with my friends this week instead of bringing up the rear!! Not that bringing up the rear is a bad thing, but today I am not doing it. It is raining here as I write this and rain brings thought of sorrow and loss to my mind.So please read my offering today. Then scour the pages of my author friends to find something light-hearted and sexy. You can find them here. In the meantime....

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And the Sky Wept

It is a fine day to stay inside and make love, eat grapes, listen to Johnny Mathis, laugh, and drown out the day’s violent awakening with the music of our beating hearts. I wake slowly and as I roll to face you, to swim in your gaze, the heavy fog in my head begins to lift and I realize that you are not here. In an instant, the comfort and security of two hearts beating as one was lost—forever.

I  rise to stand at the window anxiously, with only my reflection for solace. The storm shrouds everything in black and grey. I feel lost, alone in this sea of darkness. You were snapped out of my life as if some payment to God was long overdue. My heart breaks for the thousandth time and I finally begin to weep. 

I can’t bear another moment. The rain intensifies outside and I cry shamelessly for my loss hoping the tears will give me comfort. They do not. I cannot call you back into my arms, nor can I drown the empty longing with my tears.

And this is how the second day of my life without you began—dark, ominous, and foreboding—alone. 

© Muffy Wilson

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