ceiling and below rafters, often connecting adjacent
occupancies and permitting fire to spread laterally,
ever met. He has a knee-weakening smirk that makes me
want to kiss—no—slap it off his rude, sexy face. Judging by
his ego, you’d think the hose in his pants is as big as the
one on his fire truck. Not that I know anything about that nor
do I want to. Nope, not at all. He’s already been forgotten like
last season’s Michael Kors.
come. The ridiculous purses she shoulders around are as big
as her attitude. And don’t get me started on her mile-long
legs or full, glossy lips that are meant to be wrapped around
a guy’s… If she only knew the dirty things I think about doing
to that sassy mouth of hers, she'd be hightailing it back
to her side of town.
in the most unlikely situation, their two worlds collide,
creating an explosion of misperceptions and combustible
heat, trapping them in a fire they never saw coming.
married her high school sweetheart and they have four
amazing children: two lovely girls and a set of handsome
twin boys. It was her love for romance books that gave K.C.
the courage to sit down and write her own novel. When she
is not in her writing cave, pounding out new characters and
stories, she can be found living between the pages of a
book, meeting new tattooed, hot alpha males with very