Title: Fire Inside
Author: Kristen Ashley
BLURB
Lanie Heron isn't
looking for love-no surprise, considering her last serious relationship
nearly got her killed. So when Lanie propositions Hop Kincaid, all she
wants is one wild night with the hot-as-hell
biker who patrols with the Chaos Motorcycle Club . . .
For Hop, Lanie has always been untouchable. She's too polished and
too classy for his taste. But when she gives Hop the once-over with her
bedroom eyes and offers him a night in paradise, he can't say no. And he
doesn't regret it when he finds that Lanie
is the best thing that's ever happened to him-in or out of bed. Now the
trick will be to convince her of that.
Excerpt from
FIRE INSIDE by Kristen Ashley
Hop came out of the bathroom to see Lanie on her
feet on the other side of the bed, panties on, hands twisted behind her back
putting her bra on. Again.
He didn’t say a word. He prowled to her, reached out
an arm the second he was close, yanked her to him and fell to his back in the
bed, taking her down with him.
“Hop—” she started, pushing her weight against his
arms, but he slid her off him then wasted no time rolling over her and pinning
her to his bed.
“Sleep,” he ordered when he caught her eyes in the
weak dawn. “After rest, I’ll get coffee, we’ll juice up, then round four.”
She blinked and breathed, “Four?”
“Got lots more I want to do to you,” he informed her
and watched her eyes go soft, sexier, then her teeth came out to graze her lush
lower lip, also fucking sexy, and her arms slid around him.
“I’ll make sure the coast is clear,” he told her.
“But they’ll see my car,” she told him.
“I’ll move it,” he offered.
Her hand slid up his back, around his shoulder, and
then to his neck where her thumb moved to stroke him.
Her touch was light but, fuck, it felt good. He’d
never had a woman touch him in an unconscious way like that, just a touch, a
stroke, giving something that meant nothing at the same time doing it without
thinking about it meant everything.
Shit.
Complicated.
“This is just supposed to be one night,” she
reminded him quietly, but he saw it in her eyes. She didn’t even try to hide
it. She’d bitten off more than she could chew.
He had too and he was nowhere near done eating.
She was cute. She was sweet. She was hot. She was
better than he expected and he’d expected her to be pretty fucking good. All
that wrapped in a package that gorgeous?
Yeah.
He was nowhere near done eating.
“Change of plans. A night and a morning and, maybe,
an afternoon and, possibly, another night,” he amended, and her eyes got softer
as her hand slid up to cup his jaw.
“I have to work,” she told him.
“Call off,” he told her.
“I can’t. I own the joint.” She explained something
he knew, that she ran her own advertising agency. “And things are a bit crazy.”
Things were always crazy for Lanie. The woman lived
crazy. She thrived on it. If there wasn’t crazy, she stirred it up because she
couldn’t breathe without it.
“Babe,” he pressed his body into hers, “told you,
got more I want to do to you.”
About the author:
Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and
has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she
has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse
is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is
good when you want to write.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
