Burning Up By Anne Marsh

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

For Jack Donovan, the hero of Burning Up, smoke jumping is a way of life. He lives for the adrenaline rush of flying over the burning California wildlands and diving straight into the inferno. There’s no room in his life for love—until an emergency call from his hometown of Strong brings him face to face with the one woman he can’t forget… Lily Cortez never got over the handsome rogue who once kissed her senseless—and then left. She vowed she was done with love ‘em-and-leave ‘em men and small town life. Until a series of malicious fires set by a stalker has her running home to hide. Now, their summer is heating up as Jack fights to save her from the stalker’s fiery threats and to convince her to give the passion between them a second chance.

I love writing reunion romances and I’m thrilled to be starting a sexy new contemporary series featuring smoke jumpers. The hero and the heroine of Burning Up have met and they’ve got a shared past—but they’ve also had new experiences while they’ve been apart, so there’s a whole lot of learning and loving to do before they get their happily-ever-after. Jack and Lily are reunited after years apart… but there’s no shaking their memories of the past:

Burning Up
“It’s getting dark.” He stated the obvious. She’d discarded her sneakers under the table, and his booted feet dwarfed the pale canvas and tangled laces. Those dark eyes of his ran over her face and shoulders again, and she wondered what he saw. He’d never bothered to look at her before.

“You should get out now,” he observed, shoving away from the picnic table with that liquid grace that made her breath catch and some other part of her go hot with anticipation. “It’s getting cold. And dark. Girl like you shouldn’t be out this late. Not alone.” Something flared in his eyes, and even she wasn’t so innocent that she didn’t understand. He was thinking things. She could almost see those thoughts forming.

“You’re not my brother.” She swam lazily toward the edge of the pond, and the heat in his eyes flared. She wasn’t certain how she felt about that heated look, but she was pretty sure she liked it. Liked him.

“No,” he agreed hoarsely. “I’m not your brother. Good thing for you, too.”

“Why?” She levered herself out of the pond and perched on the edge, wringing the water from her hair. The summer night was a welcome coolness against her skin, tightening her nipples until they were pebble-hard beneath her bikini top. His eyes dipped just once and then headed right back to her face. He didn’t want to look. But he had. The swell of feminine power was new. Delicious.

Maybe she could make Jack Donovan look twice.

“I’d have a thing or two to say,” he growled, starting toward her. “About you being out here, all alone. Bad things can happen, even right here in Strong, Lily.“

"Nothing ever happens here,” she countered, watching that predatory stride head right for her. Tilting her head back to look up at him, she was playing with fire, and she knew it.

“But they can, Lily.” He dropped the towel around her shoulders, holding out a hand to help her up.

That hand was hard and large and callused. That hand was years older than he was. He wasn’t a boy, hadn’t been for years. Whatever else the town said about Jack Donovan, no one had ever said he was afraid of hard work. He’d spent the summer working alongside her uncle, cutting fire lines and knocking down the brush that threatened to turn Strong into a pile of kindling.

“I don’t bite.” The hand didn’t move.

“That’s not what I’ve heard,” she said throatily.

“Lily,” he warned. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Am I?” But she took his hand. Because she was playing, and they both knew it. She was pretty sure the sensation of his warm fingers wrapping around hers, tugging her to her feet, had branded itself into both her memories and nerve endings. She’d dated. But none of those dates had prepared her for the hot rush of sensation as those long fingers stroked the soft skin of her wrist.

People talked. Girls talked. About the Donovan brothers and the wicked things they got up to. Sensual. Pleasure-loving. Hell-bent on tasting every sexual treat Strong had to offer. Those were the Donovan brothers. Now she had her first clue that—just maybe—all of that gossip had been nothing less than whispered fact.

Jack Donovan knew just how to touch her.

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