New Release: Burning for This

Burning for This by Kaye Kennedy




Releases on August 18th! Pre-Order on Amazon for just 99¢ -> https://amzn.to/31ZQjrg

This is the second book in the Burning for the Bravest Series featuring New York City firemen. If you like alpha males with soft centers who love hard and make love harder, then this series is for you!

Read the first chapter of Burning for This now at https://www.kayekennedy.com/jesse

Here's a preview of Jesse & Lana's love story:
Lana
I went into my office in my brewery and grabbed a can from the mini-fridge under my desk. I returned to the taproom and put two glasses on the bar.

“This is the beer I brewed for our one-year anniversary party four months ago. I only have two cans left, but it’s my favorite beer I’ve ever brewed.” I popped it open and started pouring it between the two cups.

“And you want to share it with me? I’m honored.” Jesse grinned and I answered him with a smile of my own.

“It’s a New England Style IPA, which is like the step-son to an East Coast Style IPA.” I passed him a glass. “I went to college in New Hampshire, where I got a job at a brewery and worked my way up—first as a waitress, then a bartender, then they let me help brew. That’s where I really learned about beer. Not many people know this, but New Hampshire is arguably the IPA capital of the East Coast. In my opinion, some of the best IPAs in the country come out of that state. I thought it was only fitting that I brew that style for the anniversary since that’s what really got me to where I am today.”

His smirk told me that he was impressed. “I didn’t know that. My brothers and I went to summer camp in New Hampshire, but I was way more into chocolate milk back then than I was beer.”

I laughed. “You’re missing out.”

“Maybe we can go sometime, and you can show me what I’ve been missing.” He stared into my eyes and I couldn’t help but feel as if he were talking about more than just beer.

I lifted my glass, needing to break the moment for my heart’s sake. “Cheers.”

We clinked glasses, but before I could take a sip, Jesse said, “To you. For having the courage to follow your dream and the confidence to make it a success.”

I smiled, but looked down. Confident and courageous were not words I’d choose to describe myself. It was sweet Jesse thought that, but in reality, he hardly knew me.

He took his first sip, and his eyes lit up. “That’s unreal good.”

“I’m glad you like it.” A satisfied smile grew on my lips.

He took another sip. “No joke, this might be the best beer I’ve ever had.”

My cheeks blushed. “You’re just saying that.”

“Honest, I’m not. It’s hoppy, but smooth and juicy all at the same time. Every sip I take brings out more flavor.”

I had the biggest smile on my face. “Actually, that’s exactly what I was going for. I wanted it to develop on the palette. Take another sip and hold it in your mouth to let it warm up a little while you take a breath in and see what happens.”

He did what I said.

“Well?” I leaned on the bar, getting closer to him to hear what he thought.

“That’s so interesting. It went from smooth to,” he paused, thinking, “more dry.”

I beamed at his observation. “I dry hopped it with citra and mosaic hops for eight days, which really helped develop that complexity.”

He gave me a huge grin that showed off his dimple. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

I laughed and reached across to playfully slap him on the arm before taking a sip of my beer. I closed my eyes, savoring the smooth, creamy mouthfeel of the hazy brew. When I opened them, Jesse was staring at me—again.

“Now what?”

“Seeing how much you enjoy that reminds me of something.”

Not understanding, I cocked my head and asked, “What’s that?”

“I can’t say.” His smile was mischievous.

“Oh, now that’s not fair.”

“You really want to know?” He raised his eyebrows devilishly as he took another sip of his beer.

“I really want to know.” I leaned closer, pushing my boobs together in an effort to slyly seduce it out of him. As predicted, his eyes went directly to my chest, and I saw desire build in his eyes.

“It reminds me of how much you enjoyed our first night together. When my face was buried between your legs,” he said unabashedly.

My whole head got hot, and the flush spread down my neck and chest.

Be brave, Lana.

Staying leaned over as I was, I brought the glass to my lips again, slowly. His gaze followed. I took another sip, and when I pulled the glass away, I subtly traced my lip with my tongue and let out a tiny moan.

Jesse’s mouth fell open, and the air around us was suddenly just as charged as it had been that first night.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

I forced myself to back up, and I brought my glass to my chest, allowing it to cool the heat that had started as embarrassment, but quickly grew into lust. Jesse stared as the condensation dripped between my breasts, trailing a line down my cleavage.

“Lana,” he growled. My name was a warning on his lips.

I knew I was playing with fire. I just hoped that, this time, I wouldn’t get burned.



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