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“Reading,�� I said. “Books. It’s pretty sexy. I like women who read.�� - Rip”
― Kailin Gow, Anti-Nice Guy

“Here’s what happens when a single mom meets New York City’s hottest fireman��

“Then…seductively…as if he received instruction not from the FDNY’s training school but at Chippendale’s…he slowly inches each suspender off his bare shoulders.��

“You must know that exhilarating feeling of a man’s body on top of yours, all that power and muscle pressing you into the bed, the glorious taste of his tongue in your mouth, the manly scent that washes over you and makes you want to melt underneath him.��

“Let’s not forget about his nine inches of shapely fireman hose dangling so close in front of my face the scent launches me into a blissful fever.��

“Every place he touches contradicts his chosen profession, because instead of putting out a fire he surely starts one.��

“I’m so darn helpless in the arms of this powerful, young, ripped personification of New York’s Bravest that I feel myself about to erupt in the most earth shattering explosion since Mount Vesuvius last announced her presence.��

“I wonder if he could be enticed to show us a few maneuvers on the brass pole.��

“He orchestrates his own personal opera, inspiring high notes with kisses and licks along my elongated nipples, and deep moans with hands that caress my belly.��

“We are drawn uncontrollably to each other and have no power to resist, only the tremendous desire to experience everything in its most intense form.”
― Isabella Johns, My Hot Fireman

“Her hands moved up his arms and tried to ignore the tingling zapping her skin like the metal edges of the Operation game.”
― Shannyn Leah, Lakeshore Candy

“He knew he could worm his way beneath her defenses—he’d read every word of those diaries. He knew the one absolute way to fulfill her every dream. The problem was, could he do that to her? He didn’t have to. He could turn about this moment and ride away. Yet that would mean leaving her forever.”
― Celeste Bradley, One Night with a Spy