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Trainer and martial artist Rosie Millerâs zen is seriously compromised when Hunter Blackâher former coach and loverâbecomes her new boss. With all the sexual energy still crackling between them, her poor little zen doesnât stand a chance. So this time, Rosie is determined to do more than put up self-defense. She and Hunter are going to play by her rules....
Dear Reader,
Do you have a relationship in your past you think about? Ever wondered what would happen if that guy walked through your door again? Rosie, the heroine of Burned, is about to find out!
I first introduced Rosie in Ripped, and the moment I hinted at a past relationship gone bad, I knew I wanted to explore her story in more depth. Karate champion Rosie has a close relationship with her sister and loves her job as a fitness instructor in a big city gym. Sheâs a typical Cosmo girl, fearless and fun-loving, and when it comes to defending herself no one has more experience than Rosie. Sheâs been defending her heart since the age of eighteen when she fell in love with martial arts expert Hunter Black. That relationship scarred her so badly she wonât even allow his name to be mentioned. So when he walks back into her life, she knows sheâs in trouble, and it doesnât help that the chemistry between them is hotter than ever.
Rosie will let him back in her bed, but will she let him back in her heart?
I hope you enjoy Burned!
Love,
Sarah xx
CHAPTER ONE
He was breaking up with me.
I shouldnât have minded. I should have been used to it after all the experience Iâd had, and it wasnât as if I were in love or anythingâdo I look stupid?âbut every girl likes to think sheâs irresistible and being dumped hurts, especially after the day Iâd had at work.
There is nothing worse than every part of your life going wrong at the same time. You see the whole thing unravelling and you donât know which bit to grab.
âThe thing is, Rosie, this just isnât working out. Weâre not compatible. Youâre not veryââ he squirmed in his seat âyou know...â
No, I didnât know, but that was one of the things that annoyed me most about Brian. He never finished his sentences. He stopped before the end and I was supposed to guess the missing words. Of all the infuriating habits Iâd ever encountered while dating, not finishing sentences was the most exasperatingâand thatâs from someone who once dated a delightful individual who threw his beer bottle at the bin and missed every time, despite having perfect aim when glued to the Xbox killing aliens. Iâm the sort of girl who reads the last page of a book first to check how it ends, so cliffhangers arenât for me. Just give me the bad news and get it over with. Donât make me wait.
Iâd blown two weeksâ rent on a dress and now it was going to waste. This place was expensive. Right on the river with a view across to the London Eye. I loved the London Eye. It was a fairground ride for grown-ups, a giant Ferris wheel on the South Bank that offered a perfect view of the city. The glass capsules made me think of a monster with big buggy eyes. I wished it would come and gobble up Brian.
I heard laughter coming from the bar area and saw a group of men, shirts unbuttoned at the neck, jackets slung carelessly over the backs of chairs, drinking champagne like soda. It was Friday night and they were office types with money to burn. Lawyers? Bankers?
One of them was watching me. He caught my eye and smiled.
I didnât smile back.
What was there to smile about?
The fitness club where I worked had been bought by a company I knew nothing about, which meant the job I loved was threatened. Who knew what changes the new management would want to make? There had been more rumours than workouts for the past few weeks and the uncertainty was driving me mad. And now my fragile love life had crumbled to dust. All in all it wasnât turning out to be my best week.
Feeling gloomy, I looked away and saw a couple laughing together, lost in each other. The man was handsome, the woman beautiful. His hand sneaked across the table and covered hers, as if he couldnât bear to not be touching her. Her eyes smiled into his. Their wine was untouched. So was their food. They were too wrapped up in each other to notice anything around them, especially not the girl being dumped at the next table. I wanted to step out of my world and join them in their shiny happy place.