Hot Attraction

She’s playing with fire!

Reporter Avery Kincaid always gets what she wants. After an inferno tears through the Huron National Forest and nearly kills a group of campers, Avery’s instincts kick in. There’s definitely more to this story. She’ll need to use every ounce of sex appeal she has to get the scoop from a certain scorching-hot elite firefighter...

Only, Hotshot Dawson Hess wants nothing to do with the press. Especially when they get too close to the flames...or the truth. He’s guarded and closemouthed—except when he’s using that sexy mouth to drive Avery wild. What she doesn’t know is that Dawson needs something from her...and if she can’t take the heat, she’d better stay out of this Hotshot’s bed!

“I won’t leave you here alone...”

Avery snorted. “I’m perfectly safe.”

Not from him. Dawson had spent the day cursing himself for not giving in to his desires. He wouldn’t deny the chemistry between them any longer, no matter how hot it burned.

Now he had to give her a reason to want him to stay—to want him...

He reached out and wrapped his hand around the oar she’d used to defend herself from an imagined intruder. Then he pulled it and her back toward him, as if he was reeling her in.

Her beautiful turquoise eyes widened. Maybe she felt it—the hardness of his body, the tension coiling inside him.

He should walk away now...run, even...from this siren who just wanted a story. But it was too late.

“Dawson...?”

“You’re not safe,” he said. “You’re not safe at all...”

He lowered his mouth to hers, sweeping his tongue over her lower lip as the fire consumed him.

Dear Reader,

Hot Attraction is the second book in my Hotshot Heroes series for Mills & Boon Blaze. In the first book, Red Hot, insurance agent Fiona O’Brien took a risk and fell in love with Hotshot firefighter Wyatt Andrews. But she nearly lost him when he risked his life rescuing campers trapped in a wildfire. Fiona learned to trust Wyatt and their love to survive. The Hotshots learned the fire was deliberately set, and they have an arsonist on the loose.

In Hot Attraction, the Hotshots are still dealing with the arsonist’s fires and trying to discover who he is without alerting the media. Big-city reporter and hometown girl Avery Kincaid knows there’s more to the fire than the US Forest Service has admitted. For one, she knows Wyatt Andrews wasn’t the only firefighter who rescued the campers—her nephews were two of the lost Boy Scouts. But the man they credit for saving them is Dawson Hess. She wants Hotshot Hess to get the credit he deserves. She also senses there’s more to the fire. Dawson has an aversion to reporters but can’t deny his attraction to beautiful Avery. He has his hands full trying to keep the town, Avery and his heart safe.

Happy reading!

Lisa Childs

Ever since LISA CHILDS read her first romance novel (a Mills & Boon story, of course) at age eleven, all she ever wanted was to be a romance writer. With over forty novels published with Mills & Boon, Lisa is living her dream. She is an award-winning, bestselling romance author. Lisa loves to hear from readers, who can contact her on Facebook, through her website, lisachilds.com, or her snail-mail address, PO Box 139, Marne, MI 49435.

With great appreciation for all the heroic Hotshots and firefighters who risk their lives to protect us!

Thank you for your hard work and sacrifice!

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

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Extract

Copyright

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“NO!” THE SHARP denial hung in the air even after the door slammed, leaving Avery Kincaid standing in the foyer, her mouth open with shock.

Laughter rang out behind her. “First time a guy ever turned you down for a kiss?”

“Two guys,” Avery pointed out to her amused sister. “They both told me no.” She watched through the window as her nephews ran down the driveway to jump through the side door of the van that had pulled up. They had wriggled away from her before she could give them good-bye kisses.

“Well, they’re twelve,” Kim said, her deadpan delivery cracking Avery up. “Not that that ever prevented you from getting kisses before.”

“When I was twelve, too,” Avery said. “Maybe eleven.” She turned back to her sister.

Kim looked older than five years her senior now—older than thirty-two. She had lines around her mouth and eyes, a tension in her that Avery had never seen before. She kept glancing out the window even though the van—with the boys inside it—was gone. They’d just gotten a ride with a friend’s mom to soccer practice.

“Are you okay?” Avery asked. “They’re only going to be gone a little while.” She wasn’t certain exactly how long soccer practice lasted. She usually wasn’t around to catch their games much less their practices.

Kim’s eyes, the same turquoise blue of Avery’s, filled with tears. “I didn’t think they’d make it to become teenagers.” Her voice cracked. “I didn’t think I would ever see them again—hold them again...”