Scorchin’ by Olivia Rush (The Hot Boys Series, #2)

I’ve already disclosed how I favor firemen, so I’ll just go straight to the book. (I don’t really wanna say more because I read the synopsis, the hose part, and now everything I think has a double meaning so I don’t feel safe talking.) (I hope it’s gonna stop before I mee real people…)(that hose thing, it has a double meaning, right? It’s not just me, right?)(oh, great, now I read the excerpt…)

Scorchin’ by Olivia Rush (The Hot Boys Series, #2), just published in the Adult, Contemporary, Romance genre.

Synopsis:

New York’s hottest fireman just got hotter.

As a top journalist, I’ll do anything for a story.

The hotter the story, the better.

And hot’s just what I get when Stone Black from the Fire Station 128 came into my life.

Love wasn’t part of the plan, but those gorgeous green eyes and a hose big enough to put out my fire won me over.

I try to keep it physical, my career allowing no time for romance, but I soon learn there’s more than meets the eye with Stone.

He’s not just one of New City’s finest fireman, he’s a loving single father.

Now, he’s ready to tear down my professional boundaries, to take what he wants.

Soon I’m dangerously close to my story, and only Stone can protect me.

And when I find out I’m carrying his baby, it’s clear that if I’m not careful I just might get burned.

Maybe…that’s just what I want.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/41224276-scorchin

Purchase:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07GJRCGJ4/ref=series_rw_dp_sw

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My cock pressed against the inside of my jeans, hard as rock.

This was the first time I’d seen her. Hadn’t even spoken yet.

My new next-door neighbor balanced on the top rung of a rickety wooden ladder and fiddled with one of the eaves on the Starr house. Adorable squeaks and grunts escaped her—didn’t help the growing ‘situation’ downstairs—and her long dark hair swayed with each tug.

She was in cutoff jeans, her tan legs long and shapely, her ass—fuck it, ‘dat ass’—was priceless. A work of fucking art. Her skin glowed and glistened with sweat in the Louisiana summer sunshine.

What are you, a goddamn perv? So much for the friendly neighborhood doctor gig. Damn, boy, relax.

I readjusted the situation downstairs, my curiosity growing faster than my dick, and walked toward the front gate that hung on one hinge.

AUTHOR BIO:

Olivia writes romantic suspense with a healthy dose of steam. She loves writing about beautiful characters in adventurous tales. Olivia lives with a sometimes nice teen, her awesome hubby, and the world’s coolest cat. Netflix is watched daily in the Rush household and coffee is run through an IV drip.

Want to try her work for free? Paste this link into your browser: BookHip.com/BHNGWP

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