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Jamie Lansing has had it bad for firefighter Smith Grayson for as long as they've been friends. Yes, he's ridiculously charming and she might stare a little too long at his abs, but his dirty-talking, rough-around-the-edges ways aren't for her. Plus, she knows that as a serial dater, Smith isn't the type to settle down. But then a terrible, fantastic, mind-blowing mistake leaves her body craving more than one night.
Smith Grayson has only ever had eyes for one woman in town-his best friend Jamie. But convincing her a relationship between them will work is next to impossible with her refusing to see beyond his past. But when she asks for a week of no-strings-attached sex to get him out of her system, Smith knows this is his one chance to prove he's not just the man she needs in her bed, but the man she needs in her life.
Previously released on Entangled’s Brazen imprint (June 2014).
Each book in the Fighting Fire series is STANDALONE:
* Burn for Me
* Melt for Him
* Consumed By You
About the Author
A #1 New York Times bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that’s hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs.
With more than a dozen New York Times bestsellers, her titles--including The Real Deal, Bigger Rock, and Most Likely to Score--have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller lists more than eighty times, and she’s sold more than 2 million books. She enjoys comedies, cake and good company.
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Burn for Me
A Fighting Fire Novella
By Lauren Blakely, Alycia Tornetta, Stacy Abrams
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2014 Lauren Blakely
All rights reserved.
As Jamie watched Smith work the party, shaking hands and smiling for the camera, she was sure it was some kind of crime to be that good-looking.
He had a sinful combination of smolder and charm, with his close-cropped dark blond hair, strong jawline, and pure blue eyes. And his body. Just kill her with its perfection. A body like that should be outlawed.
There was a reason he was the star of the fireman's calendar, and that was the same reason every woman here — and probably around the country, come to think of it — had a copy of the Hidden Oaks Volunteer Firefighters' Calendar.
Because Smith Grayson was gorgeous, and a glass of wine or two had a way of making her check him out more than usual.
"Hey, Jamie, you might want to stop staring, or Smith will think you actually like him."
Her cheeks flushed as she returned her attention to her friend Kaitlyn, who leaned against the bar. They both worked at The Panting Dog — Jamie was the manager, Kaitlyn a waitress — but they had the night off and were here at the kickoff party for the town's upcoming Spring Festival that would lure a whole slew of tourists to Hidden Oaks. Jamie had organized the party, so she wanted to see how it turned out, and she was pleased with her work. Laughter and music rang through the bar, and spilled out into the wide and grassy town square, where the festival would be held in a week.
"I'm not staring at him."
"Right. And I'm the Queen of England, and these are my people," Kaitlyn said, gesturing widely to the crowd that filled the microbrewery. A new establishment, The Panting Dog had quickly become a popular watering hole in their Northern California town, known for its vineyards, boutique hotels, cute shops, and its absolutely fine men who put out fires.
"I always had a hunch you were royalty," Jamie said, grateful to segue into any other topic than the volunteer fireman she should absolutely, positively not be lusting after. The trouble was, Smith was always around. He'd been spending even more time than usual at The Panting Dog since the construction company he ran was building out the back of the bar. To top it off, she and Smith bowled together once a week at the local lanes with a group of friends. Bless those friends; they made it so she didn't really have to be alone with him. She could only imagine how that would work out — them bowling together, him trying to show her how to improve her form, standing behind her, slinking his arms around her waist, making her shiver.
Damn, why did her mind stray there when it came to Smith? She wasn't the type of woman who was given over to thoughts of lust, who let her body's physical cravings lead her on. Besides, she'd spent enough time around that man and had resisted him because he simply wasn't her type. She wasn't his type either. She was organized, a planner, devoted to her to-do list, and he was fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants. She was the woman who didn't swear; he was the fireman with a sailor mouth. She wanted someone serious, someone studious, someone she could see having a future with. Too bad she hadn't met anyone in a long time who fit that bill.
A long, dry, aching drought of a time.
"You should just go for it with Smith," Kaitlyn said, nudging her with an elbow.
Jamie shook her head. "I can't and I won't, thank you very much."
"Oh, c'mon. You two can't stay away from each other. You're always chatting."
"No, we're not," she said, narrowing her eyebrows as if her friend were crazy. Though, admittedly, there was some truth to Kaitlyn's comment.
"And you're always hanging out together here at the bar, or at the bowling alley."
Jamie flubbed her lips. "We do not."
"And he's always giving you the eye like he wants you."
Her heart beat faster, betraying her brain. "Really?"
Kaitlyn's eyes widened, and she pointed at Jamie. "See? You're into him, aren't you?"
Jamie shook her head quickly, trying to deny the way her heart skittered with the possibility that he was attracted to her too. "I was just surprised, that's all."
"That's why your cheeks are all red and flushed."
Her hand flew to her face, and she could feel the warmth there.
Kaitlyn lowered her voice. "You're always looking at him like you want him too. So why not see if there's something to the two of you?"
Jamie sighed. "I can't. You know that. Look what happened to Diane when she got involved with a guy she was good friends with. I'd be walking down the same path of trouble she faces with her ex," she said, mentioning her sister's ex-husband. They were friends first, and even though he had a whole lot of notches on his bedpost, Diane took a chance on him anyway. A fireman a few towns over, he'd wound up trampling all over Diane's heart and marriage, and was one more reason why Jamie needed to stay far away from those love 'em and leave 'em types. A smooth one with the ladies, Smith had that same easy way about him, especially on nights like this, as he held court, telling a story to the curvy brunette, Lisa, who seemed to cling to his every word. A photographer for the calendar, she'd been snapping party pictures, and was now trying to glue herself to Smith's side. When she ran a hand down his arm, jealousy flared inside Jamie.
What the hell? Why on earth would she feel a sliver of anything? She had no reason to feel jealous, and she wanted to drop-kick her stupid envy right out into the night.
"He's not so bad. You should think about it," Kaitlyn said, her matchmaker smile lighting up her entire face. She couldn't resist trying to bring two people together, with a little nudge here, a nudge there.
"Nice try, but I am Not. Thinking. About. Him. One. Bit," Jamie declared.
She turned away from the scene and reached for her glass of wine as the music switched to Maroon 5. Good old Adam Levine would distract her from Smith. She'd listen to the song and get lost in the words. She finished off the rest of the chardonnay in a hearty gulp that she was sure would wash away all thoughts of the man she could never be with.
"Not thinking about whom?"
The sexy southern drawl made her neck feel hot. That was the problem. Ever since she'd first met him, she hadn't been able to blot out the heat she felt when he was near. His voice alone made her skin tingle. Why did men who were totally unsuitable make a woman's body feel so good with just a few words?
Kaitlyn mouthed see you later, and slinked off.
Jamie swiveled around to face him. "Not thinking about Adam Levine one bit."
Smith wiped a hand across his brow in an exaggerated gesture. "Well, thank the lord. I was terrified your mind was wandering to the Sexiest Man Alive," he said, relaxing against the bar, looking far too good in his jeans and dark gray T-shirt that fit him so well. He ran a hand through his hair, and she found herself wishing that were her hand.
"My mind is wandering nowhere at all, except to another one of these," she said, tapping the edge of her wineglass. "But good to know you read People magazine."
"Of course. Gotta stay current on all the important matters at hand. Who wore what when and who's doing who," he said with a twinkle in his eyes and a flirty tone in his voice. She laughed at his comment; he'd always made her laugh. Life of the party, the guy who was fun, never too serious. He held up his index finger, signaling the bartender for another glass. "And I'll take one more of the pale ale."
"Coming right up," the bartender said.
"Now that we've established you're not thinking of rock stars, and that your mind isn't anywhere but exactly where you want it to be, are you having a good time tonight?"
"I am having an excellent time. I'm very excited for the Spring Festival," she said, doing her best to keep their chitchat friendly, because that's all they were — friends. They'd be no good for each other as more. Opposites in every way. She was a romantic, he was a playboy, she was wine, he was beer, she was poetry, he was ... wait, did he even read?
So not her type. She read all the time. Everything from poems to romance novels.
"And what is it that gets you most excited about the Spring Festival? Is it, say, the scent of cotton candy in the air?" he asked in a mock serious tone, as if cotton candy were a very important topic.
"Of course, seeing as I'm the keeper of that sweet treat," she said, since she'd be running the cotton candy stand this year with her sister.
"I do love the taste of sweet things," he mused, then inched closer to her, meeting her gaze, speaking in a low and sexy tone, making it clear he was enjoying the word play.
"You do?" she asked, as a spark zoomed through her.
"Some more than others," he said, keeping his gaze locked on her as the bartender set down their drinks. He didn't stop looking at her as he tossed some bills on the counter.
"Like what?" she asked, unable to resist the suggestive back-and-forth.
"The ones that are sinfully delicious," he said, in a voice laden with innuendo. "The kind of sweetness you almost need to repent for."
Sinfully delicious. Those words thrummed through her, and she found herself hoping she was one of those sweet things.
Snap out of it.
When he raised his beer in a toast, she tried to steer away from the double entendres. She picked up her glass, clinked it against his, and took a drink. Her throat was dry, and she desperately needed the liquid. "To the festival," she said.
"To the festival."
"Tell me what else excites you," he said, and it was clear he wasn't talking about the festival.
But she needed to. She had to. Or she'd be fanning herself soon.
"Oh, you know. All the games."
"All those crazy games booths where you can win the stuffed animals?"
"Oh definitely. I've been practicing my bottle ring toss all year," she joked, miming throwing a ring, glad to find her way back to banter, because that's what she and Smith were good at. Innuendo? She didn't think she could manage that tonight, not with the wine already flowing in her veins, making the night feel smooth and buzzy.
"How about dunking a certain fireman in the dunk tank?" he asked, referring to his booth at the festival.
"I'll make sure you go down with a splash."
"All you have to do is hit hard," he said, downshifting to that slow and seductive tone, one that seemed to linger on that last word. "And I'll go down."
Oh holy hell, why did she have two glasses of wine tonight? It weakened all her defenses. Now she was right back on the first bus to Lustville, fueled by flirting.
That's how it went for the next half hour as she finished her wine, he knocked back his beer, and they chatted more about the party, and the music playing, and the festival. Even though Smith could never ever be her kind of guy, they'd always been able to talk about anything from the foibles of celebrities to the best technique for nailing a strike, from what makes a perfect microbrew to favorite desserts. Through it all, there was the common thread of ribbing and teasing, like the time a few months ago when he'd seen her on the side of the road changing a flat tire. He'd pulled over and offered to help, but she'd laughed him off as she twisted the lug nuts off. "I know what I'm doing, thank you very much," she'd said, as he leaned against the frame of his truck.
"I'll just stand and watch, then," he'd fired back.
"You do that and see if you can learn something," she'd replied with a roll of her eyes. Then the teasing stopped and he strode over to her.
"Let me do it, Jamie," he said, in a commanding voice, one that made it clear he wasn't going to permit her to do it herself. "I'm not the kind of man who's going to stand by and watch a woman change a damn tire."
Then he took the jack from her and swapped the spare tire on her car in minutes flat.
"All done," he said, and stowed the damaged tire and the tools back in her car, taking care of every single detail.
She knew how to change a tire, but she wasn't going to complain about not getting her hands dirty.
The music shifted over to a slow song.
"You should dance with me," Smith said. No flirting. Just a straightforward statement. It threw her off, the directness. Because it was the same way he'd talked when he told her he was going to fix the tire: in no uncertain terms.
"What? This is a party at a bar. It's not a dance."
"So? One dance," he said, resting his hand on the bar so near to her hand that she wished he'd inch closer.
She looked around. The Panting Dog was still packed, tables were full, and the bartender was busily serving up more drinks. The party likely wouldn't lose steam for another few hours, but she needed to cut out early, since tomorrow night she'd be back behind the bar for her regular shift.
"I really should go," she said, pointing to the hallway. "My purse is back there."
"Then one dance on your way out the door," he said.
She shook her head. "I don't want to dance in front of everyone. It would look weird," she said, her mind racing back to Diane and her ex-husband. He was always kissing her, touching her in public, wrapping her up in his arms and making it seem like she was the center of his world. What a lie that had been, since he was never truly serious about their marriage.
Smith leaned in, brushed his finger lightly against her wrist, sending a flurry of shivers down her spine. "Then don't dance with me in front of everyone."
"What do you mean?"
The noise and the crowd turned blurry, and Jamie's focus narrowed solely to him.
He tipped his head toward the unfinished section. "Dance with me alone. Back of the bar."
It wasn't a question. It was almost a command, and it was one she found she liked.
"Why?" she asked, her breath catching.
"Why do I want to dance with you?"
He stepped closer, his words only for her. "Because it's spring. Because the weather's beautiful. Because it's a lovely night. Because you are the prettiest woman here. No, wait. In the whole damn town. Because dancing is fun, and on nights like this, one dance can sometimes be the best part of the night."
Her stomach flipped like a pipsqueak gymnast. They were only words, but there was something borderline lyrical about them. Whether he meant them or not, she didn't know. But she liked the way they made her feel — sexy, pretty, carefree, and full of possibility, like this night.
Then his hand was on the small of her back — a light touch, but a thoroughly possessive one, as if he were marking her, and it was enough to turn her senses upside down. She shouldn't flirt with him, and she definitely shouldn't dance with him, because dancing could lead to her hands on his body.
Images flashed before her eyes. Her hands on his waist, the hard planes of his abs, his hips. Her holding on to him.
She didn't want to give in, but maybe if they danced just once — one dance, that was all — she would get him out of her system. She could say good-bye to this wild kernel of lust that ping-ponged through her body whenever she saw him. Prove to herself that the ridiculous attraction she felt for Smith was misplaced.
"Okay. Let's dance."CHAPTER 2
He hadn't scripted out the night.
He hadn't come to the party to try to get close to Jamie.
But only because they were friends, and had been since he moved to town from Georgia a few years ago after he'd finished college. He'd restrained himself, knowing he wasn't her type, and wanting to keep her as a friend. Sure, they had fun together, and they could chitchat for hours like they had at the bar tonight. But he knew anything more was unlikely. She'd always gone for the more serious, more studious, more buttoned-up kind of guy.
But with the sheen of a buzz backing him up, a dance sounded like the perfect nightcap. He'd take what he could get, and just the chance to be closer to the woman he wanted would have to be enough.
When they reached the quiet back room, he pulled her in close, his hands on her waist, hers on his shoulders. Her fingers were restless, as if she was unsure where to place them.
"You ever dance before, Jamie Lansing?" he asked, unable to resist teasing.
"Yes I have, thank you very much."
"What kind? Ballroom? Swing? Salsa?"
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Grab yourself a cold drink ladies because this little novella is smoldering. I think I might need to catch something on fire so Smith can come over and put it out. Burn For Me is an angsty love story filled with passion and hope for more. Jamie and Smith have always been good friends and even though she finds him sinfully sexy she is reluctant to act on those feelings. Why? Well because ever other woman in town feels the same way and how can she compete. She is also afraid of losing Smith as a friend. They have an easy banter and she looks forward to seeing him every day. If they were to become more than friends and he walked away it would crush her. What happens when Jamie gets this crazy idea in her head about a friends with benefits scenario that would only last one week. Could it work? Could she give into the attraction and get Smith out of her system? Maybe. Smith is crushed that Jamie only wants him for one week. He has been waiting for the opportunity to become more than friends for quite a long time. His jaw drops to the floor when Jamie makes him this crazy offer. He knows he only has one week to show her he can and will be the only man she will ever need. Lauren once again does an amazing job with character development and while this story is a novella it reads like a complete novel. She is a master at not rushing the ending and that is what I love about all of her books. If you find a dirty talking fireman to be sexy as sin you will find yourself in lust with Burn For Me.
The best 99 cents I've ever spent on a book. Hot, hot, hot. You GOTTA read it....
Well, hellllloo Smith! Smith is a hawt fireman with a reputation. But, that reputation isn't who Smith really is. You discover who Smith really is in this novella, what makes him tick, and how much of a sweetheart he really is. Jamie is his friend - the one he wants more of. An agreement is made. When urges are finally given into, feelings are finally shared, and everything is finally out in the open, can this bad fireman prove to his good girl that he's worth the chance? Find out in Burn for Me! Lauren Blakely was my first Indie Author that I discovered after I got my nook (Caught Up in Me & Caught Up in Us). I became hooked on her writing style, her characters, her stories. My love for her continues in Burn for Me. Though this is a novella (about 98 pages), you still get the complete Lauren experience - hot characters, dramatic story lines, and a HAE.
I have read all of Lauren Blakely’s books and I love all of them. Her Novellas could be 35 pages or 135 pages and you still feel like you you got so much out of them. This is the 135 page one and it is scorching hot! Jamie always had the hots for Smith but she knew he was not the serious type when it came to relationships. He was a friend she could talk to and bowl with but nothing more, she didn’t want to crash and burn if it didn’t work out. Smith always thought there was something special about Jamie but he didn’t think he was her type. Her was rough around the edges and she liked poetry and candlelight. He never would have thought that he would find out that he could be wrong…. Jamie doesn’t want to lose their friendship but comes up with a solution that she has read in her novels that Smith can not decline. And he wants to prove to her that he is not who she really thinks he is. Jamie and Smith are amazing! Did I mention Smith is Fireman and a Construction Worker? Holy Hotness times two! I love both of the characters and they prove that you can’t judge a book by it’s cover. You might be a good girl on the outside but there just might be bad girl in there somewhere. You just have to discover her. Quotes: She was organized, a planner, devoted to her to-do list, and he was fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants. She didn’t want to risk her heart, but maybe there was a way to preserve it and satisfy these cravings. “Take me so hard I’ll still feel it tomorrow.”
I hate to repeat myself but Lauren Blakely is awesome. She’s a writer goddess (is that such a thing?) Anyway, I have read all of her books and they are all great. Amazing even. This book has a little different feel and plot and it’s wonderful. It’s well written, funny, and hot with a smidge of angst; just the way I like it! Can you say Fireman/Construction worker/Last name as a first name = awesome!! Smith and Jamie have been friends for a while and have feeling for each other but she’s afraid he’s not romantic enough for her and he’s worried that he’s not good enough for you. His player reputation is stopping Jamie from even trying until one night he asks her to dance. That’s it, just a dance and everything changes. She let’s loose and he starts to fall. They are both afraid of getting hurt but she thinks a week together will be perfect for her and he agrees, but wants more. Can he show her that he’s the man she’s always wanted? Will she run at the first sign of trouble? You have to read it to find out! Do not miss this one! He had a sinful combination of smolder and charm, with his close-cropped dark blond hair, strong jawline, and pure blue eyes. And his body, Just kill her with its perfection. A body like that should be outlawed. Taking a one-way ride on the Smith train and then she’d get off it for good. He was the very reason there were fireman calendars, and fireman erotica, and let’s face it, fireman fantasies.
Who does not love a Fireman? Let's face it, they usually are very protective, they are brave and courageous, and let's not forget... built like a brick wall HOT~ In Lauren Blakely's unique writing style, we now get a story of the a local fireman Smith, worth setting your kitchen on fire. The women in town all swarm around him every chance they get. He is charming in his own cocky way. And he has a reputation of being a player. Our heroine, Jamie cannot help checking him out, although she knows they could never be a couple. Instead, they are good friends while holding back their mutual attraction. As our story evolves, we are taken on a journey of "friends with benefits" which is the only solution Jamie can think of for getting rid of this attraction she has for Smith. She is determined not to fall for a player - she knows players do not stay loyal! But sex with this man is AWESOME SAUCE FANTASTIC! He has a dirty mouth that can take her through flights of fancy and unlimited virtual sex. As far as stamina is concerned, the man is nuclear! So what is a girl to do? I love all of Lauren Blakely's novellas. This one in particular had me glued to the page until I finished it. Absolutely recommended with 5 scorching hot stars!
Cute & Sexy short story. Jamie was skiddish and scared to get involved in any type of relationship with a fun loving, funny, hot as hell fireman that she can't keepn her eyes off of. All because her sister had a bad experience and Jamie now weighs all her relationships on that. Smith, a sexy carpenter / fireman / all around great guy has had a thing for Jamie for Ever! Jamie concocts a deal with Smith that they have a one week affair of unbridled, mind blowing sex, then return to being friends just like before. Things don't always go as you plan Jamie...the heart wants what it wants ;) You gotta read it! It's a great short read that shouldn't be passed by! Thanks Lauren for another wonderfully steamy read??
This book is short not quite 100 pages. The story line is decent and had a lot of potential but there just wasn't enough depth to make you believe in these characters. He's got relationship issues. She's got trusting a playboy issues. There's no resolution in how the get from those to a solid relationship. Shallow so-so story.
Another great book by Lauren Blakely, I have read many if not all of her books and I love them all. Whats not to love about a hot, sexy firefighter who is funny and charming. There is a nice story that goes along with the hotness too
Sweet sexy love story
great short novella
Smith and Jamie had been friends for a while. They have great conversation, they flirt with each other, and they are just friends. Jamie likes Smith but didn't want to be another notch on his bedpost. He was everything she didn't want but secretly did and didn't know it. Smith wants Jamie but can't find a way to convince her that he is relationship material. They agree on a one week, no strings attached, friends with benefits arrangement. That gives Smith one week to convince her to give them a chance at something real. Will it be enough? I love how he brings out her naughty side. When she starts using naughty words she surprises herself. Too funny! It's kind of heartbreaking to see a man with a carefree past, find the one woman he wants forever with, try to convince her that she's it for him and she doesn't believe or trust him. Great story line! Another hit for Lauren Blakely! I can't wait for the next book in this fantastic series, Fighting Fire. Who doesn't love hot firemen?
The awesome Lauren Blakely has brought to us yet another to hot for the pages book. Burn for Me is a super hot book that features and even hotter firefighter and the woman who wants him. Go check out Smith's and Jamie's story. It's HOT HOT HOT
Very sweet, very hot..
Wow! Just WOW! Loved this book. If you're looking for a hot romance, you came to the right book! Enjoy!
Wonderful story, very sexy and hot. Can't to read more from this author.
Loved the book great read ! a must read and it's only 99Cents.
This was a great book. Short sweet and so hot. Well worth the 99c.
I loved this! I love everything Lauren Blakely writes.
Next clue:one basket.
LOVED LOVED LOVED Smith Grayson! Who doesn't love a sexy, dirty talking firefighter! Jamie has had a crush on Smith since he moved to town a few years ago but since they are best friends she has never acted on it. He also is not her normal type. She usually dates the straight-laced, boring, clean cut guys instead of the sexy, alpha types. So instead, Jamie watches Smith from afar flirting with every girl in town. What she didn't know was that Smith secretly pined for her too! I loved their banter back and forth...too funny...and it somehow it always ends up with a sexual overtone! They are both at The Panting Dog, the local bar where Jamie is the manager, celebrating the kickoff party for the town's Spring Festival. Smith asks Jamie to dance but she doesn't want to dance in front of people. He convinces her to go to the back room for a quick dance. Well that quick dance leads to a lot more and Jamie realizes that she is turned on by Smith's alpha ways and dirty talking. Smith is shocked that Jamie actually likes this since she is more the sweet girl who is into poetry and romance. This was a great story of two people so different, but really a lot the same, who realize that they want to be together forever. If you are looking for a fun, quick, sexy read...try this...you will not be sorry!