About the Book:
Hannah Daniels reads steamy
romance novels to forget her last trip on the love roller coaster shredded
her heart and tossed it like confetti. Her instincts about men stink, but
at work they’re on point. Only her busy schedule means she reads whenever she can
make time. Like at the laundromat while sitting on top of a washing machine.
Don’t judge.
Firefighter Mason McNally has
searched his whole life for a woman who stirs his soul. When he finds her,
she’s nose-deep in a racy paperback atop a vibrating washer. Her beauty,
boldness, and raw sensuality ignite his interest. But there’s a problem. He’s
forgotten he’s wearing a wedding ring.
No amount of hasty explanations
that it’s for his brother’s psychology experiment convinces her to give him a
chance. But he’s rushed into fiery situations before, and this woman is totally
worth the risk. He’ll just have to prove to her that first impressions can be
wrong and their spark of attraction is oh so right.
About Jenna Bayley-Burke:
Jenna Bayley-Burke is known for her fun, sexy romance
novels, baking banana bread and over volunteering. She thinks she has the best
jobs in the world: mother, wife, and author. When she’s not lost in her latest
story, she can be found pursuing whatever hobby her characters are enamored
with: photography, yoga, planning, traveling, crafts and cooking up a storm.
Excerpt from JUST ONE SPARK:
Wide-eyed, Hannah looked up at him.
He reached out as if in a dream, tucked his fingers underneath her chin, and
angled her mouth up to accept his. He brushed his lips softly against hers,
wondering if she’d resist him. Her eyelids drifted closed, and he let himself
taste her. Gently, he kissed her, fighting the urge to push and plunder. She
crept her hands up his body and flattened her palms against his chest, resting
them there for a second before she firmly pushed him away.
As her heavily fringed lids fluttered
open, she said, “I don’t know you. You have no right to kiss me.”
Cocking his head to the side, he
wondered if she was more upset that he’d kissed her, or that he’d stopped. From
the way her chest hitched with every breath, he’d bet his paycheck on the
latter. Still, she denied the attraction.
“That was not a kiss.”
“Excuse me? I know when I’ve been
kissed,” she said breathily.
“This is a kiss.” Mason reached for her and molded his hands on
either side of her creamy oval face. Energy pulsed through him as he pressed
his lips to hers. He had one chance to assault her senses the way she did to
him with just her presence. A physical expression of just how she made him
feel. No softness this time, no holding back.
He pressed his body against hers,
his lips firm where hers were pliant. He swallowed her moan as she parted her
lips, allowing him inside. His head rushed with the refreshing minty taste of
her. He seduced her with the kiss. Caressing. Nipping. Inviting. Taking.
When she ran her fingers through his
hair, he relaxed his grip. Reluctantly, he pulled away and gazed at her
expression, eyes closed, lips still parted. He grinned down at her as her eyes
flickered open, the dichotomy of a single blue and a single green eye studying
him intently. Derek was an idiot with his ideas about symmetry. The play of the
two colors against each other was amazingly sexy.
“That was a kiss,” she whispered,
licking her lips.
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